creative writing 1.4

 The story

The setting sun shone upon our face, The flowing of water making a faint sound as it brushes over the rocks, The willow trees standing tall perched on the river’s edge with long drooping branches brushing against each other in the breeze. The deck chairs we sat on a bright blue with paint slowly peeling off and a box of beer lay at either side of us.

“Jeez Rob, slow down, we have all night” I say

“Nah man ,it’s only my third can, plus we have heaps of piss left” Rob smirks.

He can be a bit pressuring when it comes to drinking but it’s all in the fun of it.

“Rivers looking good Rob”

“Yeah mate, looks good, wanna go adventuring down stream?”

“Rob we have already had a few, I don’t think it’s a good idea”.

“Oh come on, we have had barely anything to drink we will be fine, plus we could go the The Spot”.

“I’m not fan you pressure me into shit like this… ugh, fine”.

“Cool, let’s go”

We set our cans on the arms the chairs, strip our shirts off and slowly walked over to the edge of the river.

“Who’s going to go first?” I say.

Without a second thought Rob threw him self into the depths of the rivers, I stood there with a stupid look on my face. Rob poked his face out of the water and said

“Are you coming in stupid”

“What?” I blurt out in confusion.

“Waters good, you coming” Rob mocks.

“Shut up, i’m coming” I replied.

I leap off the edge of the river and into the watery depths, I poke my head up out of the water then let out a sigh of relaxation.

“It’s pretty good aye Rob”

“Oath” he says.

We start our adventure down the river just floating and chatting while we wait for The Spot.

We arrive at the spot. Rob clambers out of the river and onto the edge, He perches himself by the edge, he puts out his hand to give me a hand up.

“Thanks mate”

“All good”

We make our way up to the spot on the bank. The bank slowly retreating further towards the main land with each pass of a wave rocks slowly fall off the side. The flowers danced with the breeze. The bushes at the back creating somewhat of a wall.

“Still looking just as good when we first found this” I say.

“Sure is” Rob agrees.

Rob walks over the back of the spot by the bushes and pulled out a box of four RTD’s. I look at him with confusion and ask.

“Why the hell do you have those” I say

“Why not keep the chill out going”

I look and say

“We still got to walk back up the river though”

“We will be fine, besides you and I both know how much we can handle”

“But Rob we are beside a river, it’s different” I say nervously.

“Come on we will be fine. They are you favorite flavor mango” he waves a can in front of my face.

“Fine” I snatch the can out of his hand

“I’ll have 2 but you better not pull more out of that bush” I say

We crack open a can and sit down on the edge of the bank just talk about life while we look into the water with blank faces showing no emotion. As we sit there I think to myself, have I done the right thing as a wave of regret drowns my thoughts. I stare and look at the can I just can’t get over what had Rob got me into. By now Rob had finished the other 2 cans and he was looking a little bit tipsy by now.

“you know what would be good right now dude, a swim” Rob slurred

“NO, Rob look at you, your drunk, swimming is the last thing you should be thinking of” I say trying to be assertive.

“aw come on we’ll be fine”.

By now we were standing up arguing with each other.

“Rob, I will not go for a swim with this much alcohol in my system” as I raise my voice.

“Fine” he huffs.

Just as he looked like he was going to sit down he grabbed me by the shoulder and said

“let’s go swimming”

He started to push me to the edge of the bank.

“NOOOOO” I yell

He doesn’t listen and keeps pushing. He then gives his final shove, off I went. Time felt slow as fell down watching the water come closer as I fell. I thought, where had all of this stupidity gotten me, all Rob did was push me until I agreed to his stupid games and look where it got me falling off a bank into a river drunk.