Sequel: Drive This Car Away ›
Status: Complete
Like It's the End of the World
Party Like It's the End of the World.
“Stop screaming, would you?” I lashed out at the figure shaking me, yelping in terror. “Damn it, Judah! Duck’s the one who talks in his sleep, not you! I’m tired! Pull yourself together!”
“Tommy?” I muttered in disbelief, opening my eyes and focusing. It took a moment to process, but I genuinely smiled and wrapped my arms around my friend. “Tommy!”
“Yeah…?” He hugged me back for a moment, then released me. “Why did you keep calling for Duck? And what about a revolution?”
“Dude, you were freaking out,” Jeff appeared behind him, laughing softly. “What were you dreaming about?”
“They were like zombies. And they kept multiplying and they flushed everyone out and we were famous, and then Tawfiq was attacked and we stayed and there was a big fight and Tommy was dead and then Jon and I were –” I ran out of breath, began panting.
“Stop talking so fast, you look like you’re about to have a panic attack,” Tommy pulled me up so I was sitting, then shook me again. “Why are you calling him Jon? And I’m not dead, dude. Settle down. You have to lay off the video games or something, seriously. Zombies?”
“But… It was so…” I sat up; my breathing steadied. “Where is Duck?”
“Should be in his room sleeping, but you know him.”
I leapt to my feet and raced down the hall to burst through his door. “Duck?” He was in his bed, sleeping soundly. I sighed in relief.
“Come on, don’t wake him up,” Jeff pulled at me and I closed my brother’s door. “What were you drinking last night, seriously?”
“Just… Hey, where’s Matt?” I switched the subject, searching blindly.
“You need to relax,” Tommy seized me by the arm and dragged me back to my room. Once I was near the door he held me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes, completely serious. “Stop yelling, you’ll wake the others. I’m going back to bed.” He turned around and left after I stepped into my room.
“Hey, what year is it again?” I asked Jeff, who hadn’t left yet.
“It’s… still 2009,” He laughed as I shook my head in disbelief. “Pretty intense dream, huh?”
“I partied a little hard last night,” I rubbed my neck, noticing it was sore. “But yeah. It was insane. It was nuts. You were like, an extremely skilled killer, you were in charge of battle, and –”
He chuckled again, cutting me off. “I’m calling off movie day. Your brain is fried. And don’t even think about leaving again tonight, you always party like it’s the end of the world or something. I have a feeling that if you went out anywhere, you wouldn’t make it home. I’d get a call at four in the morning saying that you were out lost somewhere.”
“I…” I trailed off, then thought for a moment. “Bro, grab me a guitar. I know they’re sleeping, but I’ve got an idea.”
“Tommy?” I muttered in disbelief, opening my eyes and focusing. It took a moment to process, but I genuinely smiled and wrapped my arms around my friend. “Tommy!”
“Yeah…?” He hugged me back for a moment, then released me. “Why did you keep calling for Duck? And what about a revolution?”
“Dude, you were freaking out,” Jeff appeared behind him, laughing softly. “What were you dreaming about?”
“They were like zombies. And they kept multiplying and they flushed everyone out and we were famous, and then Tawfiq was attacked and we stayed and there was a big fight and Tommy was dead and then Jon and I were –” I ran out of breath, began panting.
“Stop talking so fast, you look like you’re about to have a panic attack,” Tommy pulled me up so I was sitting, then shook me again. “Why are you calling him Jon? And I’m not dead, dude. Settle down. You have to lay off the video games or something, seriously. Zombies?”
“But… It was so…” I sat up; my breathing steadied. “Where is Duck?”
“Should be in his room sleeping, but you know him.”
I leapt to my feet and raced down the hall to burst through his door. “Duck?” He was in his bed, sleeping soundly. I sighed in relief.
“Come on, don’t wake him up,” Jeff pulled at me and I closed my brother’s door. “What were you drinking last night, seriously?”
“Just… Hey, where’s Matt?” I switched the subject, searching blindly.
“You need to relax,” Tommy seized me by the arm and dragged me back to my room. Once I was near the door he held me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes, completely serious. “Stop yelling, you’ll wake the others. I’m going back to bed.” He turned around and left after I stepped into my room.
“Hey, what year is it again?” I asked Jeff, who hadn’t left yet.
“It’s… still 2009,” He laughed as I shook my head in disbelief. “Pretty intense dream, huh?”
“I partied a little hard last night,” I rubbed my neck, noticing it was sore. “But yeah. It was insane. It was nuts. You were like, an extremely skilled killer, you were in charge of battle, and –”
He chuckled again, cutting me off. “I’m calling off movie day. Your brain is fried. And don’t even think about leaving again tonight, you always party like it’s the end of the world or something. I have a feeling that if you went out anywhere, you wouldn’t make it home. I’d get a call at four in the morning saying that you were out lost somewhere.”
“I…” I trailed off, then thought for a moment. “Bro, grab me a guitar. I know they’re sleeping, but I’ve got an idea.”
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