Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2005 15:12:01 -0500
From: kchsstucosilver@yahoo.com
Subject: Being A Good Friend - Part 1

	I had been invited to the biggest party of the year. The head
Varsity cheerleader had invited me to her big party close to Christmas. It
was a surprise to me and a lot of my friends when she stopped me in the
hall earlier that day.

	"Justin! Justin! Wait up!" I turned around to see who was calling
me. It wasn't unusual to hear my name being called, as I knew a lot of
people in all the classes at my school. I turned around expecting to see
one of my good friends or someone from student council calling my
name. Instead I saw Kristy, the head cheerleader.

	"Hey Kristy. What's up?" She and I were in student council together
and talked sometimes, but it was usually strictly business - never anything
along the lines of personal or anything. I mean, she was head Varsity
cheerleader and I was me. Don't take that wrong, I'm not a loser or a geek
or anything. I'm student council Vice-President, a staff writer on
Newspaper, and a Junior Class Officer. I knew a lot of people and had
virtually no enemies.

	"Nothing. Um, do you want to come to my party tonight?" I was
shocked, dumfounded even! I was being invited to this party, the so-called
"Party of the Year." The one held on the night of the last day of school
before Winter Break. Not wanting to look like an idiot, I quickly
responded.

	"Yeah, sure. Sounds cool." She handed me a piece of paper with
writing on it and told me bye. She walked off, leaving me in the hall
alone, with only a couple of minutes before I had to get to class.

	And now I'm sitting in my truck outside her house at 7:30pm,
wondering if I should go in or not. I sat there for about five minutes
before I took a deep breath and got out and walked towards the door. Before
I could even knock, the door opened and Kristy was standing there.

	"Justin! I'm so glad you came; I was worried you weren't coming.
Come in, come in!" I walked into her house to see about fifty or so kids
talking and dancing and eating. I knew a lot of them and some waved to me
or nodded their heads. "Do you want anything to drink?"

	"What do you have?" I had read and heard about these parties, so I
was sure there was going to be a ton of alcohol.

	"We have Miller Light, Corona, Bud Light, Vodka, Smirnoff, Wine
Coolers..." She just stood there rattling off the various types of alcohol
there was.

	I interrupted her as I don't drink. "I'll just have a coke, thanks.
Just plain coke."

	She walked off to get it and I went over to talk to a couple
people. She returned a couple minutes later with a red party cup with coke
and ice. I sniffed it to make sure she didn't put rum in it or anything.
Its not that I didn't trust her, but you can never be too careful.

	A couple of hours have passed and its now 10:00pm. I was finally
getting into the party, dancing with a lot of girls and just talking with
the guys. I was talking with a group of about five girls when I needed to
go to the bathroom. I excused myself and walked followed the signs that
said "bathroom" on them. I finally reached it having to maneuver around so
many people dancing or sitting in random places. I found the door to be
party open with a light on. I figured no one was in there so I just opened
the door. Boy was I wrong!

	Lying on the floor was Cameron. I had known him for about four
years or so, but we weren't like buddy-buddy. I had no idea if he was
passed out or not so I closed the bathroom door and grabbed a towel,
moistened it, and kneeled down next to him. I pressed it to his forehead
and he stirred, opening his eyes.

	"Justin?" He looked like crap. I could tell he had drunk too much,
I could smell the alcohol on him like no other. He looked at me for a
minute before he flung himself at the toilet and threw up. I'm not
squeamish or anything, so I helped him and put my hand on his back to calm
him down. When he was done, I wiped his mouth and the toilet bowl, flushing
it. He put his head in my lap and looked at me.

	"Are you alright Cam?" He nodded. I knew he may not need to throw
up again, but he needed to home and rest. "Did you drive here?" He nodded
again. I wasn't going to let him drive in the shape he was in. "I'm taking
you home, is that alright?" He nodded again and I helped him up. We walked
towards the front door and Kristy stopped us.

	"Justin, Cameron. Where are you guys going?" I'm sure most people
didn't leave her party until like 11:30pm to God knows when, but it was
only 10:30.

	"Cameron's in no shape to be here. I need to take him home." I
explained to her about him throwing up and stuff. "Don't worry, I cleaned
up the bathroom. Is it alright if he leaves his car here?"

	Kristy nodded. "Of course. Feel better Cameron. Thanks for coming,
Justin."

	"Anytime Kristy. Tell everyone I'm sorry I left without saying
goodbye."

	She said she would and we walked out the door. I helped him into my
truck and he somewhat helped me with directions to his house. We got there
just fine and I walked up to his door.

	"Are your parents home Cam?" He shook his head.

	"They went to Austin until Tuesday." He hung his head and I knew he
needed to get inside and get some sleep. I reached into his pocked to pull
out his keys and unlocked the door. We walked inside and I led him
upstairs.

	"Go take a shower Cam. You reek of beer." He turned and walked
right into the bathroom. I went the opposite way to him room and put some
clean clothes on his bed. Clean boxer-briefs, a wife-beater, and some
workout shorts. As I sat down on the bed, I heard a thud from across the
hall. I leaned my head back, rolled my eyes, and sighed. The drunk must
have fallen -- what a shock, right?

	I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. The door was
half-open and I could hear water running. I knocked on the door. "Cam, are
you alright?" When I didn't get an answer, I opened the door. I expected to
see clothes all over the floor, but there were none. I gave a little laugh
and pulled back the shower curtain. Cameron was lying there fully clothed
with the water running all over him. I could see he was in no danger of
drowning, but I knew he couldn't manage by himself. I walked back to his
room where I had placed my cell phone. My parents were out of town visiting
my grandparents and I called my sister.

	"Hey. I'm spending the night at my friend's house. He drank a
little too much at the party and is home alone."

	She was silent for a moment. "How much did YOU drink?"

	"None! I remembered you told me to only drink at home or with you."

	"Okay. You're a good friend Justin. Call me in the morning."

	I hung up and put the phone down. I pulled my wallet and keys from
my pocket and put them on the desk. I took off my shoes and walked back to
the bathroom. I stepped into the water and pulled Cameron to his feet. He
looked at me, smiled, and then laughed.

	"Hey Justin."

	I laughed and said hey back.

	"You are wearing your clothes in the shower!" He pointed and
laughed some more.

	"So are you!" He looked down with surprise and laughed.

	I shook my head and helped him out of his clothes and held him up
while he cleaned himself and washed his hair. When he was done, I helped
him out and he dried himself off with a towel and put it around his
waist. I told him to go back to his room; there were clothes on his bed for
him to put on. He left the room and left me standing there, soaking wet and
dripping water on the floor. I stripped off all my clothes, dried off, and
put the towel around my waist.

	I walked back to his room to find he was in bed, under the covers,
asleep. The clothes were in a pile on the floor, but there was no towel. He
must have fallen asleep right away. That was courteous, huh? I smiled and
looked at him. He looked so innocent and sweet lying there asleep. He
barely took up any space on his queen-sized bed, so I kept my towel on and
layed down on the other side of the bed. I turned off the light and fell
asleep instantly.

	I woke up some time later and looked at the clock. 3:34am. I
stopped and looked down. I saw an arm around my waist. I turned my head and
saw Cam, spooning me with his arm around my waist. It felt good, but I
wasn't sure if it was right. I mean, he was drunk. It would be like me
taking advantage of him. I bit my lip and tried to bump into him, hoping to
make him turn over or something. Instead I felt something poking my ass. I
closed my eyes and groaned. This could not be happening. There was no way
Cameron was laying there spooning me with a boner at the same time. I
really didn't want to make things worse, so I just layed there with his arm
around me and fell back asleep.

	I woke up when I felt someone squeezing me. The arm was still
around my waist, and it felt like Cameron was hugging me from behind. I
turned over and looked at him. He was staring back at me with those
beautiful blue eyes. He smiled and his smile instantly made me smile and I
practically melted.

	We stared at each other for another minute or so when he closed his
eyes and began to move his face closer to mine. The next thing I knew, we
were embraced in a passionate kiss...

To be continued!

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