It was a dark, dark, day. The days usually were during the winter. I was in Alaska, so you know it was laden with snow. I had just gotten out of class, and one the chores I had to perform was shoveling snow. So there I was, out on the back porch, shoveling away. You can't really tell what time it is judging the daylight, since there wasn't any in the first place. It must've been around six in the evening.
My dad stepped out onto the porch and handed me the phone. "It's for you," Dad walked back inside and closed the door.
"Hello?" I answered holding the phone to my ear.
"Hey man, it's Josh, my mom bought me some beer, you want to come over and have a few?"
"Yeah, I'll be over soon," I responded.
"Hang on, my mom wants to talk to you," Josh said quickly. I was about to hang up the phone until he said that. I was intrigued, what could Joshs' mom possibly want to talk to me about? We never were close his Mom and I, his dad was very angry most of the time, and didn't really allow Josh to have friends over.
"Hi Jesse," I could tell Joshs' mom had already had a few. You know how it's kind of irritating to have to deal with someone who's drunk, when you're sober? Well, she never did bother me when she was drunk. "So are you coming over?" She asked.
I was about to answer when I heard Joshs' voice in the background "Yes, he's coming over!"
"Yeah, of course," I said blandly.
"Good," Her tone slightly changed, "Now all I have to do is figure out how to get you alone,"
Being the inexperienced guy that I was, I was completely blown away by the last statement, I could only muster a "huh?" response.
"I want to get you alone," She repeated, as if I didn't hear her the first time. This was the first time I got butterflies in my stomach. The male side of me was screaming "Fuck yeah," and the boy side of me wanted to throw up. "I think you'll have to clean the cat box or something," She explained further.
"I'll be there as soon as I can," I said calmly, even though inside I felt nauseated and scared. I hung up the phone, set it inside the door, and began shoveling with renewed vigor.
About an hour later, I was done. I made my way to the garage and shook all the snow off of me. I went inside the house and took my shoes off.
"So, will you drive me to Joshs'?" I asked my dad as I reached the landing at the top of the stairs.
"No, I'm not going anywhere," My dad declined my request.
"Why not?" I pleaded. I knew what was waiting for me at that house. It was going to be a mind-blowing experience I could tell.
"Have you seen outside?" He explained in a tone that suggested I should already have known why he wasn't going to drive me there. "If you want to go, get there yourself,"
I was pissed. In my mind, this was a chance of a lifetime and it was going to pass me by because my dad was lazy and wouldn't drive me. "Please!" I begged him. If I knew getting down on my knees and begging would have changed things I would have done it.
"No!" He said even louder.
"Fine, can I have money to catch the bus?" I asked.
"Yes!" he said just as loud as he said no. He handed me a dollar and I ran down the stairs.
"I'll be home later!" I yelled behind me.