In Tears [h.s]

2. TGIF

My heels grazed against the hard concrete ground, splashing in the unavoidable shallow puddles. "Why did it have to start raining?" I asked, clutching onto my coat. Luckily, Sheldon and Zain only lived around the corner from me and my sister in North London, so I wasn't going to get completely soaked.

Sheldon's house looks like your normal North London house from the outside; posh, upper class, homely. From the inside, it was a total man cave. Every wall was painted black and had some sort of band poster or photo plastered over it. the living room had two black sofas and a wide screen HD TV with a kind of console plugged in.

When I arrived, I went straight into the kitchen. Music was blaring through speakers and the room was full of sweaty bodies dancing and gossiping. "Lulah! Sheldon said, "it's great to see you out of work,".

"Is this what a house party looks like? Wow," I said.

"Didn't you have any fun as a teenager?" Sheldon asked.

"I had fun," I said, scowling at him.

"Doing what?" He asked.

"Playing scrabble with my grandma," I said, "and occasionally monopoly,".

"Scrabble?" he asked, "I couldn't think of anything more boring,".

"well I liked it," I said.

"what about house parties?" he asked, "didn't you ever go to a sesh with your mates?".

"what? A drug fuelled party?" I asked, "that's what a sesh is,".

"A drinking sesh, any fucking party," He said.

"My mother would never let me go to such a thing," I said, "while Melissa and Leah were out getting shit-faced, I was at home doing a 300-piece jigsaw puzzle,".

"well tonight's your lucky night," he said, "tonight, you're getting drunk,".

"I have a plane to catch in the morning!" I protested, "I can't get drunk tonight,".

"So, does Zain, and he's already halfway through his second bottle of Budweiser," Sheldon said, "chill out, relax, and have an alcoholic beverage. We have punch, margaritas and stone-cold beer,".

"I'll take a margarita," I said, looking at the strange concoction on the counter.

"No punch?" He asked.

"Nah," I said, "I don't even want to know what's in it,".

"Fine," He said, "Here's your margarita, mingle, and enjoy your night with Sheldon and Zain!".

"You sound like you run a comedy club," I said.

"That could be a good business venture," He said, "if I don't make it into the double o squad next year, and Zain quits as a librarian,".

"Who would be the comedian?" I asked, teasing him.

"Me, obviously," He said, "You love my jokes,".

"I hate you," I said.

"Nah, you love me really," He shook his head, "Wouldn't be here without me,". He started dancing away from me.

"Oh, I would!" I yelled back, and he disappeared into the crowd of sweaty people.

"Tallulah! What a pleasant surprise," A voice called.

"Fuck off Aimee," I said, "I'm just trying to enjoy myself, maybe you should,".

"Seeing you here has made my night," She scoffed. She nudged me as she walked past, making me spill my margarita down my dress. That's why I don't have many friends at work. That's why I don't go to parties. I hate Aimee. She's had a grudge against me ever since I was picked as 005 instead of her, she's just a jealous cow.