Billy and I were enemies, or maybe we weren't, but we both hated each other and were constantly fighting or arguing everywhere. It didn't make much difference in the classroom, at school, or outside. Actually, maybe we just thought we hated each other. As usual, there was a party, and although I didn't really want to, I went to the party at my friends' insistence. I was sitting on a beanbag chair in the corner with a drink in my hand. Then I went out into the garden and sat down, and suddenly I heard shouting and cheering, and I looked over and Billy was drinking beer, but from a keg. They were counting. I watched him