Thunder Creeps (Part 2).
Man, the past few days have been absolutely insane in regards to workload. Anyways, thanks for waiting on me.
Adam drives back pretty fast, I could feel the force pulling me towards my original state as he drives around the bend that is the University main drag. When we roll up near our house he turns the wrong way. "Hey man, you were suppose to turn-" before I could finish we pulled into the lawn of this house. Our mutual friend Alex Bridal is cooking hamburgers on the BBQ and a couple other guys I don't know are just chilling on some starchy chairs drinking a beer. Adam makes arrangements with them to do some drinking and we head back to our place. We put nearly all of our beer we split on in the fridge. "So you coming to Alex's place with me?" Adam asks.
"Naw man, I think I'm just going to stay here and drink on the porch like we originally planned."
"Alright."
Rob comes downstairs with a beer and Cedric and I go out on the porch with him. We get Scott's boombox up to the living room window and start playing some Rage Against The Machine as we drink out beers in the sun. Mira gets dropped off at our house and sits down with us. The sun slowly fades away behind the large apartment complex across from our house and so it gets more colder. We take our drinking inside and head up to Rob's loft. When Scott finally gets home we all engage in some N64 action and do up some Royal Rumbles. As we're sitting there talking shit to one another as we play this game, an orange light flickers from just the top of our window that is not covered by this large blanket. The orange light is followed by a loud rumble right afterwards. I run upstairs and shut down my computer right away. I look outside and the streets were murky brown and the sky was a dark grey. When I stare out my window I can see a translucent reflection of myself staring back at me as more lightning flash in the sky. The bags under my eyes were just as dark. Looking at them intensely caused them to feel scratchy so I massage my eye area with my palms.
I returned downstairs to continue the N64 game playing with the roomates. Afterwards I stayed up pretty late doing school work and chatting online. It was then that Adam came into the house in a drunken rage cursing and speaking incoherently. Rob and I started kill ourselves laughing at his behaviour. So we decided to poke the fire.
Rob and I stand over him as he layed in bed drunk out of his mind. Constantly yelling "Adam!" and giggling. He was getting frustrated with us. "Adam, do you need a bottle of water?" I asked.
"No I got.. some here."
"You're not going to piss your bed are you?"
"... What? No, I'm not going to fucking piss my bed."
Rob and I can't control the laughter.
"Why would you fucking say that." He continues.
Rob jumps in, "You're going to piss your bed aren't you Adam?"
"Fuck you .. guys."
Rob starts kicking his mattress at this point. Adam starts to get angry and throw stuff off his bed and curses at us. Then rob starts to flip it, so I join it and we push it upwards from the foot to head rolling it to trap Adam.
"Fuck... Rob... if your face was near me I would punch." Adam said.
When he finally starts to jolt and nearly break free Rob and I bolt out of the room assuming that he was going to chase us. He was physically unable to do so. We took a break for laughter and went back to bug him. He goes into the washroom and throws up. I situate myself by my door and ready my Captiva camera. I hold it there in a vertical possition shaking it as I laugh knowing what I'm about to do. He opens the door. *FLASH* my camera makes some loud photo-taking noises. We start to laugh again. "Are you done yet?" Adam asks and stumbles into his room.
We were not. Scott and Cedric come upstairs to see the commotion. We piled garbage that has been accumilating upstairs and piled it against his door. Now we have to try and get him out. "ADAM!" Scott yells, "Kristen is here! She's waiting at the door for you."
"Tell her to fuck off." Adam says. He's drunk of course remember.
We start laughing and continue to try to get him out.
"Adam you idiot, you left the stove on, go turn it off." I said.
No dice. He eventually passes out.
"I got an idea." I said. I grab my electric broom (think weird vacuum cleaner) and plug it in outside his room. The loud vacuum noises fill the whole upstairs and everyone is laughing. I run the broom along his door. He still does not wake up. So Scott gets the bigger actual vacuum cleaner and sits it there outside his door. We wait at the other end of the hallway for him to come out. But he doesn't. Discourage at our efforts we leave the garbage piled up against his door and fall asleep.
He would later wake up in the morning and kick it all away.
Adam drives back pretty fast, I could feel the force pulling me towards my original state as he drives around the bend that is the University main drag. When we roll up near our house he turns the wrong way. "Hey man, you were suppose to turn-" before I could finish we pulled into the lawn of this house. Our mutual friend Alex Bridal is cooking hamburgers on the BBQ and a couple other guys I don't know are just chilling on some starchy chairs drinking a beer. Adam makes arrangements with them to do some drinking and we head back to our place. We put nearly all of our beer we split on in the fridge. "So you coming to Alex's place with me?" Adam asks.
"Naw man, I think I'm just going to stay here and drink on the porch like we originally planned."
"Alright."
Rob comes downstairs with a beer and Cedric and I go out on the porch with him. We get Scott's boombox up to the living room window and start playing some Rage Against The Machine as we drink out beers in the sun. Mira gets dropped off at our house and sits down with us. The sun slowly fades away behind the large apartment complex across from our house and so it gets more colder. We take our drinking inside and head up to Rob's loft. When Scott finally gets home we all engage in some N64 action and do up some Royal Rumbles. As we're sitting there talking shit to one another as we play this game, an orange light flickers from just the top of our window that is not covered by this large blanket. The orange light is followed by a loud rumble right afterwards. I run upstairs and shut down my computer right away. I look outside and the streets were murky brown and the sky was a dark grey. When I stare out my window I can see a translucent reflection of myself staring back at me as more lightning flash in the sky. The bags under my eyes were just as dark. Looking at them intensely caused them to feel scratchy so I massage my eye area with my palms.
I returned downstairs to continue the N64 game playing with the roomates. Afterwards I stayed up pretty late doing school work and chatting online. It was then that Adam came into the house in a drunken rage cursing and speaking incoherently. Rob and I started kill ourselves laughing at his behaviour. So we decided to poke the fire.
Rob and I stand over him as he layed in bed drunk out of his mind. Constantly yelling "Adam!" and giggling. He was getting frustrated with us. "Adam, do you need a bottle of water?" I asked.
"No I got.. some here."
"You're not going to piss your bed are you?"
"... What? No, I'm not going to fucking piss my bed."
Rob and I can't control the laughter.
"Why would you fucking say that." He continues.
Rob jumps in, "You're going to piss your bed aren't you Adam?"
"Fuck you .. guys."
Rob starts kicking his mattress at this point. Adam starts to get angry and throw stuff off his bed and curses at us. Then rob starts to flip it, so I join it and we push it upwards from the foot to head rolling it to trap Adam.
"Fuck... Rob... if your face was near me I would punch." Adam said.
When he finally starts to jolt and nearly break free Rob and I bolt out of the room assuming that he was going to chase us. He was physically unable to do so. We took a break for laughter and went back to bug him. He goes into the washroom and throws up. I situate myself by my door and ready my Captiva camera. I hold it there in a vertical possition shaking it as I laugh knowing what I'm about to do. He opens the door. *FLASH* my camera makes some loud photo-taking noises. We start to laugh again. "Are you done yet?" Adam asks and stumbles into his room.
We were not. Scott and Cedric come upstairs to see the commotion. We piled garbage that has been accumilating upstairs and piled it against his door. Now we have to try and get him out. "ADAM!" Scott yells, "Kristen is here! She's waiting at the door for you."
"Tell her to fuck off." Adam says. He's drunk of course remember.
We start laughing and continue to try to get him out.
"Adam you idiot, you left the stove on, go turn it off." I said.
No dice. He eventually passes out.
"I got an idea." I said. I grab my electric broom (think weird vacuum cleaner) and plug it in outside his room. The loud vacuum noises fill the whole upstairs and everyone is laughing. I run the broom along his door. He still does not wake up. So Scott gets the bigger actual vacuum cleaner and sits it there outside his door. We wait at the other end of the hallway for him to come out. But he doesn't. Discourage at our efforts we leave the garbage piled up against his door and fall asleep.
He would later wake up in the morning and kick it all away.
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