Vin sat on the corner, hanging
his head and resting it in his hands. Chris was going to kill him when he
got his hands on him. The first time he was allowed to take the truck out
for the night and go to a party at a friend's house and he had to do something
like this!
He looked at his watch, it was five minutes past the last time he had looked
at it. It seemed like he had been sitting here forever, but then his life
would be over when Chris got here.
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" he muttered to himself.
"Going to a party when you know people would be drinking, yes" A
familiar voice told him, and a hand turned his face up to look at a surprisingly
understanding man. "Calling home for a ride because you had had to much
yourself was smart."
"Chris."
"We'll talk about this in the morning. Right now, Buck's already heading
home and I would like to be, so get in the truck."
Vin got in. Tomorrow would not be good, but at least it would come and he
and Chris would get through it.
