Slurred Words - Ben
“You were always the best of us.”
The words come out in a teary laugh, which later Allison would blame on the fact it was her first dip into alcohol. It was all their first dip into alcohol. All but one. An amber bottle of scotch lay on its side in the middle of the circle they’d made on a little outcropping of balcony by the window of one of the empty bedrooms of the Academy. There weren’t any cameras there. They could get good and drunk in peace.
“I don’t know how someone could be the big brother and the little brother all at the same time- and I know we’re all the same age Diego, that’s not the point- but…you understand me don’t you? Like… you’d want to give him a hug but you’d also want him to give you a hug at the same time. He gave really good hugs.”
She picks up the bottle in the circle, unscrews the cap and looks at it, swallowing on air. She puts down the bottle again, pushing it away from her with a small frown of disgust. “I hate scotch. Do you think he would have hated scotch? I think he probably would have. He had no taste for anything that wasn’t sweet because he was sweet. We had a gummy bear for a brother.”
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