Misconceptions
"Man, I wanna fuck your sister so bad!" I said with a sigh. "Shut-up," Brandon sighed too. "My brain hurts." "Lightweight!" I grinned at him in the darkness of his bedroom. "Are we spinning or is it just everything else?" he asked with a giggle. "Fuck!" "Don't puke!" "I'm okay," he promised, but I wasn't so sure and I eyed his indistinct form suspiciously. We were only sixteen and Brandon was kind of a small guy compared to me, so maybe that's why he always got drunk...