School's Out
The time came for school to end for Shiela and her friends. I would end up spending lots of time with her at her home, and at other places. I didn't care where we were, as long as I was with her, it felt good to be her boyfriend. I'd often find myself spending days, long drawn out days with her at her house. We'd watch movies and talk about stuff with each other, and occasionally, we'd make out, but we kept it clean for the most part. We spent lots of time with her friends too, who had also become my friends. Yep, my friends too, all of them as neat to be around as Shiela. After a while, we hung out so much, it was almost as if we were good old friends from long ago. Then came disaster, one of her friends, whose name I didn't know, got drunk out in town. Shiela and I had decided to remain sober and go do other things. We came back, and her friend was drunk and unable to walk. So the struggle began, how to get her home. I had taken all of her alcohol, and dumped it down the drain, hundreds of gallons of alcohol flowing through the pipes. Maybe not hundreds, but it seemed like it. I tried to get her belongings together, and to attempt to get her home. That was the hardest part, trying to get her home. After awhile of trying to move her, which was hard to do because of the struggling she did, the sailors came back and asked what we did with all the alcohol. I was irritated that they could let a kid get like this, and so I began to yell. I told them, to just get her even more intoxicated, and all take turns raping her, see if that makes the night livelier. I yelled it at them, and they began to get mad at me, and I walked up to their faces, and told them to just leave if they were not going to help. So, after a little fight, they left. But I wasn't done, I let my anger at them flow out, like torrents flooding the streets in a heavy storm. I picked up a bottle, and broke it off. I started to go out looking for them, and some sailors came, and pulled me back, and took me back to the intoxicated girl. She needed all of us more than I needed a fight. So I was there, to stay, for quite some time. I ended up eventually trying to get her to a taxi. On the way, some cops had passed, and decided to cut us some slack as long as we could get her home, and so we did. We got together some money, and put the girl into a cab. I decided to go with the girl and Shiela. It was the best I could do for a friend. She needed my help, and I wasn't going to turn a cold heart to her then. We were half way through the ride when the girl stopped breathing. I slipped my hand onto her neck and felt for a pulse. It was there, but it was weak. I was about to start to help her, when she began to breath again. I then told Shiela to empty all the stuff out of the girl's back just in case she had to puke, so she did it with haste. I held the bag in front of her face for the rest of the ride, ready to catch the wave. We got to Ikego, and we had to pass the next test, getting past the gate guards, without the taxi. I told the girl to look like she was sleeping and say nothing. She did well for a heavily intoxicated person. I pretended the girl was my girlfriend and put my hand around her waist to hold her up, and the long walk home began. We made it to the field, and I fabricated a lie so my parents wouldn't worry about where I was, and then, the girl dropped down, and pissed out an ocean of piss. At first I thought it was vomit, till I looked. Oh well, sometimes its part of the job, being me, being the good willed person that I am. Marty and Nate were right, I guess I am a regular "Superman". I do go out of my way to help people, but simply because it satisfies me. Back to the girl, we had to walk her up numerous flights of stairs, then we got to some benches, and we sat her down. The cops came again, and this time, they made her walk, but they cut her loose. We were too lucky, but the hardest part came. We had to convince her that she should go home. And that we did for an hour or two. Once we did, I walked her home, and tried to get her to go up to her bed. Shiela accompanied her, to make sure she made it alright, then returned to me. We walked to her place, while I thought about where I would be spending the night. I stayed with Shiela, while she cried, and I comforted her, then when that was over, we talked deeply for another hour or two. When it was time to leave, I left her with a goodbye and a kiss, and started my roaming. I tried all sorts of places, but nothing was as dry and semi comfortable as the bus stop benches down the street from her house. That became my bed for the rest of the night. It was hard, and my suit from graduation was really uncomfortable, and dirty. I woke up around 20 minutes before the first bus came, and then I caught the next one to base. I made it there, went to go buy some food from 7-11, then went home, and fell asleep. I slept right through Aaron's departure from Japan. I miss the guy, although I knew him not well enough. And that was the beginning of the rest of the summer.
The time came for school to end for Shiela and her friends. I would end up spending lots of time with her at her home, and at other places. I didn't care where we were, as long as I was with her, it felt good to be her boyfriend. I'd often find myself spending days, long drawn out days with her at her house. We'd watch movies and talk about stuff with each other, and occasionally, we'd make out, but we kept it clean for the most part. We spent lots of time with her friends too, who had also become my friends. Yep, my friends too, all of them as neat to be around as Shiela. After a while, we hung out so much, it was almost as if we were good old friends from long ago. Then came disaster, one of her friends, whose name I didn't know, got drunk out in town. Shiela and I had decided to remain sober and go do other things. We came back, and her friend was drunk and unable to walk. So the struggle began, how to get her home. I had taken all of her alcohol, and dumped it down the drain, hundreds of gallons of alcohol flowing through the pipes. Maybe not hundreds, but it seemed like it. I tried to get her belongings together, and to attempt to get her home. That was the hardest part, trying to get her home. After awhile of trying to move her, which was hard to do because of the struggling she did, the sailors came back and asked what we did with all the alcohol. I was irritated that they could let a kid get like this, and so I began to yell. I told them, to just get her even more intoxicated, and all take turns raping her, see if that makes the night livelier. I yelled it at them, and they began to get mad at me, and I walked up to their faces, and told them to just leave if they were not going to help. So, after a little fight, they left. But I wasn't done, I let my anger at them flow out, like torrents flooding the streets in a heavy storm. I picked up a bottle, and broke it off. I started to go out looking for them, and some sailors came, and pulled me back, and took me back to the intoxicated girl. She needed all of us more than I needed a fight. So I was there, to stay, for quite some time. I ended up eventually trying to get her to a taxi. On the way, some cops had passed, and decided to cut us some slack as long as we could get her home, and so we did. We got together some money, and put the girl into a cab. I decided to go with the girl and Shiela. It was the best I could do for a friend. She needed my help, and I wasn't going to turn a cold heart to her then. We were half way through the ride when the girl stopped breathing. I slipped my hand onto her neck and felt for a pulse. It was there, but it was weak. I was about to start to help her, when she began to breath again. I then told Shiela to empty all the stuff out of the girl's back just in case she had to puke, so she did it with haste. I held the bag in front of her face for the rest of the ride, ready to catch the wave. We got to Ikego, and we had to pass the next test, getting past the gate guards, without the taxi. I told the girl to look like she was sleeping and say nothing. She did well for a heavily intoxicated person. I pretended the girl was my girlfriend and put my hand around her waist to hold her up, and the long walk home began. We made it to the field, and I fabricated a lie so my parents wouldn't worry about where I was, and then, the girl dropped down, and pissed out an ocean of piss. At first I thought it was vomit, till I looked. Oh well, sometimes its part of the job, being me, being the good willed person that I am. Marty and Nate were right, I guess I am a regular "Superman". I do go out of my way to help people, but simply because it satisfies me. Back to the girl, we had to walk her up numerous flights of stairs, then we got to some benches, and we sat her down. The cops came again, and this time, they made her walk, but they cut her loose. We were too lucky, but the hardest part came. We had to convince her that she should go home. And that we did for an hour or two. Once we did, I walked her home, and tried to get her to go up to her bed. Shiela accompanied her, to make sure she made it alright, then returned to me. We walked to her place, while I thought about where I would be spending the night. I stayed with Shiela, while she cried, and I comforted her, then when that was over, we talked deeply for another hour or two. When it was time to leave, I left her with a goodbye and a kiss, and started my roaming. I tried all sorts of places, but nothing was as dry and semi comfortable as the bus stop benches down the street from her house. That became my bed for the rest of the night. It was hard, and my suit from graduation was really uncomfortable, and dirty. I woke up around 20 minutes before the first bus came, and then I caught the next one to base. I made it there, went to go buy some food from 7-11, then went home, and fell asleep. I slept right through Aaron's departure from Japan. I miss the guy, although I knew him not well enough. And that was the beginning of the rest of the summer.