Chapter 67-03

"Jake—" I panted, gasping for breath. The cold cut through my throat, stinging as I breathed. "He—he tri—tired to—hurt—" I stopped, burying my face in his chest. "Therrreee you arrre." His words slurred together as I heard his come up behind us loudly. "Dude, you're drunk," Josh stated obviously. "How'd you get drunk in less than ten minutes?" "Itssss called drinking," Jake scoffed. "'ssss fun!" Josh sighed, but pulled me closer to him. "Just go home, man. Lay down, get some sleep, throw up while you're at it." "Buuuuuut…" he began. "Just… just go." "Alrrriiigghht." Josh laughed. "I think I like 'em better drunk…" I scoffed, lifting my head to gaze up at him. "Maybe," I agreed. "Can you take me home now?" He looked at me, his eyes studying me intently. "Home-home or home?" I sighed, laying my cheek on his chest so that I could hear