  &quot;Hi!&quot; He shouted as soon as he saw me and I shushed him.
  &quot;What're you doing here?&quot; I asked him as I saw him stumbling on the steps.
  &quot;I was bored...at the...partyyy,&quot; He shouted. &quot;And I was missing you.&quot;
  &quot;That doesn't mean you'll show up at my house. And that too, drunk!&quot; I scolded as I helped him stand up properly. I swung his arm around my neck and helped him in, kicking the door close behind me.
  &quot;Seriously, Darren! What were you thinking? You could have got into an accident. You could have been hurt!&quot;
  He just chuckled at this and when he saw me glaring at him, he stopped his cackling abruptly and put his index finger over his lips like a child.
  I sighed.
  I hated handling drunk people. They just acted so stupid and reckless. I hated being around someone like that. And it was partially because of my hatred for dr

  Sunday was quiet and quick to pass. My mom had to go to work on that day too and I felt bad for her as it had been nearly three weeks since she last got a holiday. I had spent the Sunday reading books and watching movies and Sherlock.
  I had not talked to anyone all day. Not Brian, not even Claire and most definitely not with Darren. I was not sure how to act when I saw Darren tomorrow. Would he remember what he had said to me in his drunk state? I was sure he was telling the truth. People always tell the truth when they were drunk.
  What would I do tomorrow?
  Monday morning came too soon and before I knew it, I was walking down the corridor towards my first class. Thank God I didn't share this class with any of my friends. They would have known that something was up with me and I wasn't ready to face their questions and looks. Especially Darren's.
  He probably doesn't even remembe

  It was Saturday. I entered the kitchen after a warm shower. My mom was leaning against the kitchen counter. She had her phone pressed to her left ear.
  &quot;But it's my holiday!&quot; She said into the phone.
  I heard faint sounds from the other side but couldn't make out who it was and what they were saying.
  &quot;I last had a holiday two weeks ago.&quot;
  She paused, hearing the other person out.
  &quot;Fine. But if I'm in a similar situation like you, I expect you to help me too.&quot;
  There was a long pause before she sighed. &quot;Okay.&quot;
  She hung up and looked up at me.
  &quot;What happened? Everything alright?&quot; I asked as I grabbed an apple.
  &quot;I'll have to go to work today,&quot; She said, sighing.
  &quot;Why? It is your holiday today,&quot; I frowned.
  &quot;I know. It's just that one of my friend's mother is in the hospital and she needs to be take

&quot;Hi!&quot; He shouted as soon as he saw me and I shushed him.
  &quot;What're you doing here?&quot; I asked him as I saw him stumbling on the steps.
  &quot;I was bored...at the...partyyy,&quot; He shouted. &quot;And I was missing you.&quot;
  &quot;That doesn't mean you'll show up at my house. And that too, drunk!&quot; I scolded as I helped him stand up properly. I swung his arm around my neck and helped him in, kicking the door close behind me.
  &quot;Seriously, Darren! What were you thinking? You could have got into an accident. You could have been hurt!&quot;
  He just chuckled at this and when he saw me glaring at him, he stopped his cackling abruptly and put his index finger over his lips like a child.
  I sighed.
  I hated handling drunk people. They just acted so stupid and reckless. I hated being around someone like that. And it was partially because of my hatred for drinks. I didn't know why people drank. I could never understand why some people were even addict

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