mood: rushed music: 'christmas steps' by mogwai

We were walking along the dirt path. "This wine is disgusting," I thought to myself. At the same moment, Sergio turned to me. I seemed as though he had read my mind, because he then said, "Whoa, this wine is really strong." I kept silent, but wholeheartedly agreed. I'd had 2 glasses and I was already feeling tipsy. Then again I was such a lightweight.

Eventually we made our way back to the hotelish place. I personally saw it more as a futuristic holding cell. Sergio got in his car and left; he was staying elsewhere. I went to my room, actually my family's room. We all slept in the same room. Concentration camp-style, but without the bunk beds and ruthless anti-Semite dictators. I slipped out of my regular clothes and into my pajamas: black gi-pants and a blue & grey striped longsleeve t-shirt. With that I returned to the room, tired as I had ever been, and still a bit woozy from that wine.

Before I laid down, I looked around at the half-dozen people that lay strewn about their beds, sound asleep. I knew these people were not my real family, and yet they were. Except for my dad, of course. For some odd reason, he was sleeping on the floor near the entrance.

I tiptoed the short distance to my bed. Of course, I closed my eyes, but sleep didn't come to me. Sure, I was tired, but something was keeping me up; I couldn't rest. Anyway, then something happened that would have definitely woken me up had I been asleep. Morgan came up and laid down right next to me. Immediately, I noticed. Who doesn't notice when a gorgeous bl.onde makes a conscious (or unconscious for that matter) effort to share a small bed with you? That and her hair was strewn about my face. It smelled of strawberries. I sat up in a hurry. I was startled as ever. "What are you doing?" I asked. Upon retrospect this was probably one of the stupidest questions to ask. She said nothing out loud. Her actions showed her intent with her hand wandering slowly closer to my groin. I grabbed her hand to stop her. Upon retrospect, this was probably one of the stupidest things I had ever done. "Hey!" I whisper-yelled. Her beautiful face showed no expression. Her visage was so stern and unchanging, like soft stone. She said nothing but continually made efforts to grasp me. Again and again I thwarted her lu.stful attempts. Eventually I realized what I was turning down and shook myself straight. I got up to go to the bathroom. I was still drunk, though, and as soon as I got up I fell right back down. After having stood up and brushed myself off nonchalantly, I staggered to the bathroom. The pursuing actions were like some sort of gross arcade game that works on aim under tough circumstances. After washing my hands as well as the surrounding floor, I returned to the room with a clearer head and an intent to take advantage of Morgan's inde.cent proposal.

But when I got back, she was already asleep in my bed. As I took a few steps towards an empty bed, I heard my dad whisper my name. "Brandon," he said. "You ok?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Ok," he nodded. And with that he laid back down on the floor and returned to sleep.

The next morning I piled into the car with a bunch of my friends and headed downtown. The sky was an odd shade of grey. After having our fair share of fun, we started to make our way to the movie theatre where we were supposed to meet another group to watch some 3-hour movie. I really didn't feel like watching, so I was planning on ditching and walking off somewhere to write.

Then my phone rang. I took my eyes off the road for a moment to find my phone. I answered. It was my dad. "Brandon," he said sternly, "Where are you?"

"We're on our way to the movies, dad. Can I call you back later? I'm driving on the freeway right now."

"No, it's ok, I just wanted to ask you to pick up a case of beer on the way home. Miller Light." I tried to make sense of what he had just said.

"Dad, I can't. I'm only 17," I said with a puzzled expression.

"Just get some from th..." and her mumbled off something incoherent. When I could no longer hear his voice I ended the call and tossed the phone back to whoever was playing with it in the back seat.

"Well, my dad wants me to buy beer now," I announced to the car. I was met with awkward silence.

We were getting close to our destination, and I was exiting the freeway. As I turned through the vacant streets, I picked up speed. Eventually I had to slow down, though. One street had two firetrucks and an ambulance, sirens blaring, blocking the entrance.

---Goei---