NOT WRITTEN BY ME, written by my wife, with express permission to publish.
Still, I threw on some decent-looking clothes and ran out the door. My mom threw out a few words of warning as the garage door shut, but I barely heard her, and merely gave an incomprehensible mumble of agreement. It had to serve. My mum had her sneaking suspicions that I wasn’t planning on going to a friend’s house for the night – as I told her I would – and even a few seconds could easily reveal my fibs.
I was worried she wouldn’t know anyone there. None of my friends could go; they were all busy, and, besides, they hadn’t been invited. None of them felt like crashing a party. The closest we had gotten to acting rebellious was considering pranking someone the Vlogbrothers way. Naturally, that wasn’t considered the most daring feat.
“Fuck this.” I looked up at the house. This was just so stereotypical. The giant doors loomed in front of me, and even from feet away, I could hear the blasting music. “What have I got myself into?” I braced myself, and stepped forward, pushing open the doors.
It was all like something out of a stereotypical movie scene, I couldn’t help but think. Everyone was holding a plastic red cup, and it practically reeked of alcohol upon entering. I coughed once or twice, and my eyes glanced around. There was a person or two here and there that I would recognize, but it wasn’t anyone I was close with. All of them were lost in conversations or stumbling around half-conscious, anyway.
“Of my friends wouldn’t be here. They’re all at home being studious,” I muttered to myself.
“You know,” a voice from behind me called out, “they say talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity.” I turned around to see some girl with pink hair smirking at me.
“Well, I don’t think I have anything to worry about. I’m already insane.” I smiled at the girl and fidgeted with my sleeves. I had never been good around people, at first. I had a habit of doing this nervous laugh, and it was enough to get even on my friends’ nerves. They made sure to remind me often. Over all, I was told I just gave off an awkward air. Yet the girl laughed at what I had said.
“So, I’m not the only one, then. I’m Allie, by the way.” She grinned and offered her hand. I reached out, but my eyes were averted as something crashed on the sidelines. It turned out to be a person, stumbling and falling to the floor. He had attempted to grab a vase for support. “Haha, everyone’s just pissed.” My head snapped back, and I grinned suddenly.
“You use British words too?” I shook Allie’s hand. “Sonja.” Timidly, I paused before adding, “You don’t happen to know about… Well, never mind.”
“Sons of Admirals – I don’t suppose you’ve ever heard of them.” I nervously fiddled at my zipper for a moment before pulling it down. Underneath my jacket, the band t-shirt was proudly on display. I waited for a polite comment telling me that – oh, sorry – she had never heard of them before.
“Fuck yeah I have! I’ve never met anyone else who even knows about them. They’re so good.” I was shocked. No one I had talked to before had ever heard of them. Maybe Charlie, but it was never more than that. So, I didn’t respond. I merely stared. Like an idiot. “You alright?” I jerked my head up and down.
“It’s just. Well, they’re not very well-known.” She laughed and nodded. I couldn’t help but beam.
“Yeah, quite under -appreciated. I like Tom Milsom the best. God, so talented. So good.”
“Yes!” I couldn’t stop myself from flailing – a habit that my friends often mocked. I didn’t blame them; I was always overly enthusiastic about things. “Oh my fucking Rowling, I don’t even… He’s amazing. All of his songs and everything about him just makes me want to nerdgasm and – and…” I cut off as I realized that I probably sounded like a madwoman at this point. Yet Allie just continued off right where I left off
“His blue hair! And, oh God, he’s dating Ben. It just makes me want to write slash about them. They’re just so adorable. I don’t know if you have a Twitter, but when they tweet… Ah!” She made a less than three gesture, and I felt my heart melt a little.
This person truly understood me. She wasn’t just like, ‘Yeah, they’re okay.’ She shamelessly fangirled. She got enthusiastic, and she wasn’t only a Charlie fangirl. She was a Tom fucking Milsom fangirl. I just wanted to kiss her, she was so perfect. My face heated up.
“I actually do have a Twitter. They’re so cute. And –“ I paused “-Tom actually follows me on there.”
“No way! Me too!” My face might explode if I smile expanded any more. And I continued to grin like an idiot at her. She waited for a moment for me to respond, and then merely burst out laughing.
“Sorry, I’m just ridiculously awkward, aren’t I?” I mumbled, sticking my hands into my pockets and scuffing my shoe against the floor. A beautiful presentation of my incredible ineptitude when it came to social skills.
“I think it’s kinda cute, actually.” She leaned forward, and I caught the slight whiff of alcohol on her breath. “Have a little fun.” She handed me a cup and dropped down on the couch. “Loosen up a bit.” My mind immediately thought of other things loosening up, and I felt my cheeks heat up. As if she could read my mind, she winked at me.
“I – err…” I sat down carefully beside her, but she leaned her head back, mumbling something along to a tune. I strained my ears, and sure enough –
“I am not afraid to keep on living. I am not afraid to walk this world alone…” My hands flailed wildly as I forgot about the cup in my hands.
“My Chemical Romance!” Unfortunately, my joy did not last long, as the beer splashed all over her. “Oh my God. Oh, God. I’m so sorry. Fuck.” For a moment silence hovered, and then she burst out laughing yet again.
“It’s fine as long as you promise to lick it off of me.” My next apology stuck in my throat, and I coughed.
“What? You’re joking…right?” I wasn’t sure whether I hoped that she was or wasn’t. What was wrong with me? I had only come to have a little fun. And, fuck, I hadn’t really thought of a girl this way before. But something about her…
“Who says I am?” Her eyes lingered on for a moment, and then she suddenly stood up. “Here, c’mon, follow me.” I stared blankly for a moment before standing up, leaving the empty cup sitting on the couch.
“Won’t the others notice if we just disappear?” She cocked an eyebrow and motioned around the room.
“I doubt they would notice if Jesus himself came into the room.” I cautiously followed her, but instead of veering off where to door would lead, she turned towards the staircase.
“Woah, where are you going?”
“Where the hell do you think?” She rolled her eyes, and took the steps two by two. I paused before following her. The hallway upstairs was dark, and I could barely make out anything other than her outline. “I think this one’s the one.” She fumbled for a moment, and I could hear her hands scraping at the walls. Then, there was the sound of a doorknob turning, and a door slid open. She reached around, and my eyes stung as light flooded the room.
“Haha, patience.” She playfully nudged me and smirked.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. I don’t do this. I’m normally –“
“Like I said, loosen up a little. Lemme help with that.”
“No, maybe I really should –“ But she cut me off again as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my waist. And her lips brushed mine. It was as if all the colours were suddenly drained from the room. Her hands simply entwined in my hair, and as she pulled back, my jaw went slack. Her tongue devoured me, and I could suddenly taste the burning alcohol. Fuck, it tasted brilliant. I stumbled, and leaned into her, giggling madly as she pulled away.
“You’re quite easy to convince.”
“Oh, sod off.”