*Chapter 4*
“Are crazy?!”
“Shhhhh!”
“Stop. Stop… no,” Anna laughed as she fell backwards covering her mouth. I lapped at the spilled wine on the thigh of her jeans as she pushed me backwards at my shoulders. “You’re so gross! I haven’t washed these jeans in like a month!”
I fell to my side and made a face, “that explains the taste of nasty.”
Anna smacked my shoulder, “my pants don’t taste nasty!”
“You were the one who spilt the last of the wine on your nasty pants, not me,” I shrugged.
Anna smacked me again, laughing, “stop calling my jeans nasty.”
“You need to keep your voice down young lady,” I said in a terrible impression of her father. “Our parents just went to bed.”
“Oh you scared?” Anna made a face. “What they going to do? Kick us out of the house? We’re both over 18 years old so we’re not their property anymore, I’m leaving for the mother fucking airport at 4:00am tomorrow and your leaving days after me never to return to this hell hole, so fuck em’.”