Partying

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tw- underage drinking 


Betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your house, it's like I couldn't breathe. 

It was 10 PM. We managed to go to some classes after being at Nikis place. Niki's friends apparently knew a party where they were going, so we asked if we could join. They said yes.

I was riding on my skateboard to get to my house. I was gonna change clothes, but then I saw it.

George's front door.

I always avoid going there. I always took another way. It was impossible to not see his house, since we were neighbors, but his door.

The door I've knocked on so many times. The door he had opened and wrapped his arms around me so many times. The door that we used to walk in through to go cuddle on his couch while his father was cooking and his sister shouting at him for stealing her charger.

It felt like I couldn't breathe.

No. Just go forward. It's not that bad.

Still I could feel myself stand there staring at it for what felt like hours, but it was probably only thirty seconds. After that I started skating away, forgetting about what just happened.

I changed into a pair of baggy dark blue jeans and a band shirt. Before leaving I took a look in the mirror. My hair was so messy. To me, it was unattractive. But to others, it was probably hot. I don't even know why people found messy hair attractive. Well, well. I climbed out my window so that I didn't have to talk to my parents, though they would probably not care anyway.

Time skip (to the party)

It was a long time ago I was at a party. It smelled of alcohol and, well, people. Sweaty bodies were pressed up against each other. Some people were dancing, some fighting, some making out. I honestly didn't really like getting drunk at parties, but today that is exactly what I need.

It was me, Nick and Niki. Minx had promised her parents to be home and she didn't feel like arguing with them. Fundy just didn't like parties. Techno's parents worked all the time so he had to be home to take care of his sister.

The place was crowded even though the party had only started around fifteen minutes ago. Suddenly I felt someone grab my arm. It was Niki. She was taking me and Nick somewhere by dragging us. I just wanted to go to the kitchen and grab something to drink, but apparently not yet.

"I want you guys to meet my friends." Niki said loudly, still it sounded muffled through the beaming music. 'ME!' by Taylor Swift was playing.

Niki took us into a room where six people were sitting in a circle.

The first boy had brown, fluffy hair. It looked kind of curly. He was wearing a red beany and a yellow sweater. His eyes were brown. Next to him on the floor layed a guitar. He smiled big at Niki when he saw her.

The second guy next to him had brown hair and a dark green hoodie. He had a bee plush in his lap and he was looking at us with big, brown eyes. The first guy ruffled his hair and smiled.

The third boy next to the bee guy had blonde hair. His t-shirt was white with red sleeves. He looked tall, even though they were all sitting down. Definitely taller than the second male. His eyes were blue and he had a big grin plastered on his face.

The fourth guy had two hair colors. Black and white. He was actually standing up, and he was tall. Very, very tall. I used to be called tall or huge, but this guy was taller than me. I thought about how he would look next to Niki. He was smiling lightly.

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