SATURDAY NIGHT

I spent the weekend at my best friend Abigail's house. 
There was drama between her mom and her last night.
We walked out of the house.
I only did it to keep her out of serious trouble.
I found out my best friend drinks and smokes weed.

Sometimes.

She quit smoking cigarettes a while back.
She smoked two last night right in front of me.

Which is a very bad thing to do.

We met her friend, who was stoned off her ass.
Hung out with her for a little while, roaming the streets.

        I was scared shitless.     

Scared her mom would find us.
Scare my mom would find out.
That she would keep me away from abigail.
Scared that I might drink for the first time ever.
Scared that I wanted to badly.
Scared to see my friend so angry and hurt.

I promised myself I'd never tell Parker about this night.

I held my necklaces he gave me, and stared at the stars, promising them and myself.
Abigail told me she wanted to make out with me.

I told her I wanted to also.

But we didn't and I've been thinking about it non stop for over an hour now.
We went back to Abigail's house after she called her mom and apologized.
They didn't speak a word of it afterwards.