True Or Not
The only sounds are the rustling of the trees around them and the babble of the small creek a few feet away. James lays on the hood of the car, the metal warm beneath him, and stares up at the stars twinkling above. There are so many of them, like glitter sprinkled on black velvet. He takes another swig from the bottle he’s nursing and sighs as hot liquid burns down his throat. His lips tingle from the cool air.
Strong hands fumble for the bottle, slipping over his in their haste, and he lets go. Beside him, his best friend Randy raises the bottle to his lips, licking the glass opening before taking a sip. The alcohol rushes out of the bottle and splashes Randy’s nose. “f**k!” he sputters, sitting up.
James laughs as Randy wipes his ruddy cheeks with the back of his arm. T
