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[indent][indent]It was late. How late? Kavi had no idea but as he opened up his eyes, sprawled on the couch in the foyer, and rays of morning light had forced him to scrunch his face. He groaned as he had slowly arisen from the couch. His back ached. Oh God, how every inch of it felt like it was twisted and distorted from the inside. Just him standing up forced some of his joints to crack. And boy did it feel good. Groaning more, Kavi slowly took the time to bend his back both forward and backward, his arms doing the same. Every joint that would crack did and there was nothing more relaxing than hearing the stress release from every inch of his torso.

Slowly his attention turned to the house and the carnage that remained. His head was throbbing, which was probably from all of the alcohol and not enough water he consumed last night. The last thing he remembered was sharing a bottle of vodka with Mac and passing out. Remembering anything past that resulted in Kavi drawing a big blank and only making his headache even worse. 

His feet had moved slowly through the wreckage of empty cups, some of the partygoers who didn’t quite make it to their cars laid out against the wall. He went to the fossit and grabbed a cup nearby, getting himself some somewhat cool water to drink. The taste of it going down his throat did a lot to make him feel a little better, but it still wasn’t exactly what he needed.  

As he sipped the water, he saw someone who was half laid out upon the tipped over beer pong table that had made its way into the house, he shook his head. “Rough night?”

“Where am I?” The male asked, looking at Kavi with a confused glance.

[color=teal]“You’re at my house.”[/color] He responded with as much energy he had to spare, which was to say, it wasn’t a lot.

The teen looked even more confused.

[color=teal]“Go home, Brad.”[/color] Kavi shook his head, trying not to chuck the cup at Brad’s head. The last thing he needed was for that homophobe in his house. 

He heard about Bradley Leone. Kavi didn’t play Lacrosse but that didn’t stop the whispers and these whispers often spoke about how Bradley had an unnatural hatred for anyone who wasn’t straight. He didn’t understand. Kavi wasn’t the most pleasant person around, he knew that, but his douchebaggery ended at bullying. Kavi never once resorted to being the homophobic kind of bully. When he had gone down that particular rabbit hole, Kavi had never attacked someone for who they loved. His sister was gay. How was he going to ever be able to look her in the eyes if he judged someone for being who they are? He simply pushed people around for being short or Jewish like his old pal Elijah. Kavi often wondered what happened to Sholamijah. Maybe he shouldn’t call him that.

Kavi thought about it and shrugged shortly after as he downed the rest of his water. [color=teal]“I guess I should start cleaning. They’ll be home later on today and I don’t want to explain why there are so many empty cups around. They did, after all, say no parties.”[/color] He laughed as he began to bag the trash. [color=teal]“Yet another thing I’ll probably be grounded for if they find out.”[/color][/indent][/indent][/color]