We began dancing in her living room. She turned on some horrible techno beat, but it was fun to dance to.
“I love whoever invented alcohol!” I scream at her over the music.
“Me too! It’s my job- and… and it is my … my uh friend,” she slurred. I was positive she was more drank than I was but who the f**k cares.
“Mine too!” I manage to squeak out and I burst in laughter.
“f**k him, man,” she says. We end up sitting down on the couch now and she leans her head back against the back of the couch.
“Who?”
“Zac.”
“Oh, I forgot - forgot about him.” Only for a moment, of course. In this happy state, I forgot about to hurt he has caused me.
“I have another idea,” Maddie says, and she sits up looking down at me laying on her couch.
“What?”
“You should call him - call Zac, that fucker,
