The next morning was Saturday, Lawrence awoke to find Heather still in his arms. He yawned and that woke her slightly, her eyes looked up to him, then she looked at how she was sitting. With a bolt she pushed herself away and fell off the couch.
She looked at Lawrence from the floor, her cheeks were a dark red.
“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to, I mean it wasn’t my intention, I mean-” Heather tried to form an explanation, but Lawrence didn’t need one.
“It’s fine, I think I should go. My dad is probably worried sick.” Lawrence said, although he fingered his father didn’t even notice he was gone.
They said their goodbyes and Lawrence made his way home. As he approached the front door he saw Scarlet in the window as if she was waiting for him. He walked and saw his father passed out in his recliner chair. Empty whiskey bottles lied around him.
“Hey Lawrence.” Scarlet whispered.
“Hey, little one.” Lawrence replied.
“Why, didn’t you come home last night?” she asked.
“I had some things to take care of. Was dad OK?”
“He was funny last night. He couldn’t talk good.”
“He didn’t hurt you or anything did he?”
“What no, you silly.”
Lawrence talked with his sister a bit more, then went to his room, and called Eugene.
He explained the situation to him and waited for a response.
“So you guy just ended up cuddling?” Eugene asked.
“Yes, well, I mean no. Look I just don’t know.” Lawrence replied.
“I’m telling you, this would be so much easier if you were just gay. Then I would know what to say.”
“You're not helping.”
“Well, OK I got an idea.”
“I just need you to get a costume for Halloween.”
“Just do it. I’ll take care of everything else and fill you in on Monday, OK?”
“Alright, I’ll see you Monday.”
Eugene hung up, and Lawrence sat at his desk to brainstorm ideas for a costume.