Vin sat on the corner, hanging
his head and resting it in his hands. Chris was going to kill him when he got
his hands on him. The first time he was allowed to take the truck out for the
night and go to a party at a friend's house and he had to do something like this!
He looked at his watch, it was five minutes past the last time he had looked
at it. It seemed like he had been sitting here forever, but then his life would
be over when Chris got here.
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" he muttered to himself.
"Going to a party when you know people would be drinking, yes" A familiar voice
told him, and a hand turned his face up to look at a surprisingly understanding
man. "Calling home for a ride because you had had to much yourself was smart."
"We'll talk about this in the morning. Right now, Buck's already
heading home and I would like to be, so get in the truck."
Vin got in. Tomorrow
would not be good, but at least it would come and he and Chris would get through
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