Cookie: A Narrative Fiction

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, she sounds excited.” As I came down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to sleeping, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s yellow Jeep swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a complete stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door dragging my arms like dead weight. I slowly made my way to the car gripping the door handle with little to no effort. I sat down in the seat, and before I could even close the door, and was already halfway down the street.
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“No man, haven't seen her since the party started.” I didn't know what to do at that point in time.
“Evan, do you mind driving me home, I need to get out of here!” I yelled into my hockey buddy’s ear.
“Sure thing.” He slurred. I walked out to his car standing by the door waiting for Evan to stubble out the door. I knew driving with Evan wasn’t such a good idea due to the state he was in, but it was my only option. After what seemed like such a long ride compared to the drive there, we arrived to my house. I hurried out of car, and into the back door before my dad could catch me. When I got home, luckily everyone was sleeping, so I was off the hook this time. I jump in the shower getting off the smell of body odor and alcohol. As soon as the water turns off, I hear a slight knock coming from my bedroom window. I knew it was Jackie by the dainty little taps. Quickly wrapping myself in the towel, I go to open the window.
“What do you want Jackie? If you're here to take me to another shindig, I don't want to go.” I retorted quite angrily.
“I’m not Joe. I came to see if you were okay, you left the party pretty