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Billy’s POV –
The party had shrunk to embers. Most guests were gone. Jared passed out on the couch. Scott and Kayla had Ubered home an hour ago. Just the five of us left: Luke, Amanda, Kevin, Sara, and me. Music low, lights dim, the kind of quiet that only happens after everyone else has quit. Luke was sprawled in the big armchair, Amanda curled in his lap. Kevin sat on the ottoman, clearly had to much to drink at this point , he was drunk but not sloppy. Sara and I were on the couch, her legs across my lap, my arm around her shoulders like we’d never left each other’s orbit.
The conversation had drifted to old high-school stories, safe territory, until Kevin leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Hey Sara,” he said, voice a little loose from the alcohol. “Remember sophomore year when you beat me in that stupid push-up contest at Luke’s lake house?” Sara laughed, surprised. “You still mad about that?” “Still bitter,” he said, grinning. “I let you win.” “You did not,” she shot back, playful. Kevin’s eyes flicked to me, then back to her. “I definitely did. Couldn’t stand the idea of the hottest girl in school thinking I was weak.”
The room went quiet for half a second. Amanda stirred, suddenly more aware. Luke’s arm tightened around her. Sara’s fingers found mine under the blanket on our laps. She squeezed my hand as to reassure me.
Kevin kept going, softer now.
“I was a cocky little shit back then,” he said. “Still am, sometimes. But I see you two tonight…” He gestured vaguely at us.
“You look solid. Like nothing can touch you. That’s… rare.”
He looked straight at me.
“I was an asshole that night,” he said. “Not just for what happened in the closet. For the way I acted after. The smile. The clap on the shoulder. Like I won something. I didn’t win shit. You two did.”
I felt Sara’s breath catch against my neck. Luke cleared his throat. “Kev—”
“No, let him,” I said, surprising myself.
Kevin met my eyes, steady.
“I’m sorry, man. For real. I crossed a line that wasn’t mine to cross. I don’t expect forgiveness. I just needed to say it while I still had the balls and the beer to do it.”
The silence stretched.
I nodded once.
“Apology heard,” I said. My voice was calm.
“We’re working on the rest.”
Kevin exhaled like he’d been holding that breath for weeks.
He raised his bottle. “To Luke on his birthday. And to people who come out the other side stronger.”
We all drank to that.
Amanda stood, stretching. “Okay, old men and brave women. I’m kicking everyone out before we start crying or hugging.”
Luke laughed. “Fair.”
Kevin stood, swaying just slightly. He looked at Sara one last time, soft.
“You picked the right one,” he said quietly.
“Always knew you would.”
Then he looked at me.
“Take care of her, Billy.”
“I am,” I said.
He nodded and started to walk and stumbled.
Luke looked at him and said “No way you’re driving, dude. Keys.”
Kevin patted his pockets, frowned, patted again.
“Shit. Left ’em somewhere. Or lost ’em. Whatever.”
Amanda and Luke clearly wanting some time to themselves looked at Sara. Hestitantly she asked “Can you drop him? He’s five minutes from your place and its on your way?”
My stomach dropped like a stone.
Sara’s hand found mine instantly. She squeezed once looking at me, “your call”.
I looked at Kevin swaying by the door, eyes glassy, trying (and failing) to look sober.
I thought about saying no. I thought about Luke’s pleading face and Amanda’s quiet plea.
I exhaled through my teeth.
“Fine.”
Luke stopped and said, “Kevin you just keep your mouth shut and behave yourself”.
Kevin raised both hands. “Scout’s honor.”
Kevin sprawled across the backseat, head against the window, humming off-key to whatever was on the radio.
Sara rode shotgun, one hand on my thigh the entire time, grounding me.
Every time I glanced in the rear-view, Kevin’s eyes were closed. Good. We pulled up to his condo complex.
“We are here,” I said.
He fumbled every pocket, turned them inside he looked genuinely pathetic. He remembered he lost his keys.
Sara spoke softly. “We can’t leave him on the sidewalk, babe.”
I gripped the wheel so hard my knuckles went white.
“He can crash on our couch,” she said.
I stared straight ahead.
Every instinct screamed no.
But I also remembered the apology he’d given twenty minutes ago, slurred but real.
I nodded once.
“Get in,” I told him. “You speak only if spoken to. You stay on the couch. Clear?” “Crystal,” he mumbled.
We set him up with a blanket and a pillow on the living-room couch. He immediately peeled off his shirt and took his pants off and hit the couch and was asleep in 30 seconds, or pretended to be.
Sara locked the bedroom door anyway.
She turned to me, eyes searching.
“You okay?”
“No,” I admitted. “But I’m not spiraling. Just… wired.”
She stepped close, palms on my chest.
“Then let me take care of you.”
Her kiss was slow, deliberate, claiming. She pulled back just enough to whisper, “He’s ten feet away, on our couch, because we decided to be the bigger people. That’s power, Billy. You’re in control tonight.”
I exhaled shakily.
“Can you lock the door twice” I said with a timid smile.
She smiled back and then dropped to her knees.
More to come…..