Scott lifted his heavy head, groaning, he didn't seem to feel so good, he gasped, waking up instantly when he saw dad's car pulled up in the driveway, suddenly he felt much better, stumbling out of the car without opening the door, he smiled at her and shook his head,"Thats fine...I'm dead either way.." he mumbled, walking up to his house. He truly wished he could honestly say he had a good time, but he had been to drunk to remember any of it, maybe he'd ask Tiff what he had done at the party tomorrow at the cafe.
He silently closed the door...careful to not step on the creaky wooden step,"Scott Simmons!" his dad shouted from the living room.