After a nap, punctuated on either end with heavy petting and making out, Jared grew anxious. I told him to woodwork, I'd read while he worked but he said no, it was rude to leave me unentertained. Rude to who?
In the end, the boredom between us reached a peak so high, we left. Hand in hand crossing the culdesac to Tom's house. It felt like a farce.
Nearly dark, the driveway held its familiar flood of expensive cars. Tom's GT at the center, an empty circle around it, no one willing to brandish the invisible barrier that seemed to surround anything of the Dons.
Jared fell into the crowd, motioning drinks over the music. I tossed him a nod before wandering in deeper. The pulse of the masses beckoned me, the laughing and carelessness, I dove into it. I was sloppy, mixed up, not thinking. No
