Rebecca Pov

We were having a last hurrah in the same green area that we usually drank before we were back to school, as most teenagers hate school to a certain degree, (I didn't hate school per say, but I didn't love it).

Anyway, partying in a park of sorts, there were quite a few of our classmates there, including Donte, which was my idea of a fucking nightmare, because contrary to popular belief among many people who knew of me back in the day, being surrounded by people makes me want to gulch out my eyeballs.

I didn't get to the verge of a meltdown though, as Donte puking like 5 feet away from me kind of snapped me out of it, (the phasing is shit I know, but I don't know how else to explain it), and honestly that probably should've clicked something in my brain about my own drinking problems or something, but no, my first thought genuinely was 'what a fucking rookie', and then I thought getting Donte home, so naturally I called out for Levi.

"Shit, Bex did you fall?"
"No, I didn't fall, Donte looks like he's puking his fucking guts up though, so I should get him home"
"Do you know where Jake and Opal are?"
"Jake is over there trying to chat up someone's cousin from Ireland, Opal is somewhere over there snogging one of the to be year 11's"
"Cool, I'll go grab them, as they're almost as bad as you are with directions"
"Not everyone has a memorised map of Manchester in their head"
"Someone has to be your keeper"
"And you do such a great job"

Levi went and got Jake and Opal while I stayed with Donte to make sure that he was ok, (well, as ok as someone who's puking their guts up can be, which is probably not very), it was Donte's first party with alcohol in, whereas this wasn't my first rodeo, (which I do find a little ironic considering I hate socialising with large groups of people).

"Leave me here to die"
"Dad would miss you too much, plus you're my brother-"
"I'm older than you, how are you not puking Becca?"
"I've had practice, you clearly haven't"
"How much practice can a 13 year old girl have?"
"Enough practice to not puke, plus the more I drink, the less I have to talk, and the funnier people find me when I do"
"That's actually kinda sad"
"Yeah well it's still better than I had it before Manchester"

Levi was coming towards us with Jake and Opal behind him, which I was kind of grateful for as I couldn't carrying Donte on my own, (I'm 5ft and he was 5ft 9in at the time, he's like 6ft now, unless he's starting to shrink), I grabbed a bucket that was next to a randomer, (so I probably stole that bucket, but I've had that bucket like 30 odd years now).

Anyway, we were walking home, well not really full on walking, it was more of a group hobble home as we were all carrying Donte, why didn't we just let Levi and Jake carry Donte?, I don't know about Opal, as I don't know how girl's brain works and I don't wanna know, but I would've felt a little guilty if I didn't help at all as he's my brother.

We were nearly at the driveway, (while I'm shit at directions, I can at least recognise my own home), and this was the point where I had to attempt to carry Donte, but if I'm being honest with ya, it was more like an upward drag, which was probably not fun for Donte, but there was no other way of getting him home.

Leo was at the door when I opened it, almost like he knew that Donte was stupidly drunk, which made my heart attempt to bang itself out my chest, though it must've looked comical when we opened the front door.

"What happened to him?"
"All I know is that I found him puking his guts up"
"Did you drag him by yourself?"
"No Levi had him most of the way Dad"

It was the easiest fucking slip of the tongue ever, I wasn't even thinking about it, (probably because I was dumping Donte on the couch), so naturally I thought that I had fucked the whole thing up, (I didn't now, but I was still unpacking some shit, alright).

"Shit, I didn't mean to say that, I'm so sor-"
"Hey hey, it's fine, I'm totally cool with you calling me Dad if that's what you want, but I'm also ok with you not calling me Dad, it's totally up to you"
"Oh, ok, I'm gonna call you Dad then"
"Alright Sweetheart"