My long brown hair in the messiest bun, my baggy black top covered in unrecognisable liquid that made my chest feel sticky, the familiar feeling of my ears ringing out to adjust to the new silence, marked the end of my shift. 12am had finally come, I know for working in a bar that's early, but Karen doesn't like me working any later than that because I'm a minor.
I pushed a sweat covered strand of hair away from my eyes and started my car. I lazily fiddled with the buttons trying to play the only CD that my car had. It was a gift that had all my favourite songs, I'm pretty sure there's something like three hundred and sixty eight, which might seem like not that much but its the songs I like to listen to the most, and after a long shift, it felt like eating chocolate after a five month diet. Deserved and worth while.
The twenty minute drive was the same as usual, quite and peaceful. Until I approached my flat, and I could barely get up my street there were so many people. It looked like someone was having a party. Seriously though I've just gotten away from drunken idiots and I come home and there's more. UGH I was not in the mood!!!
A blonde boy approached my car door and I knew instantly who it was. Tristan Evans. This wasn't my first encounter with him, because he's a drummer in a band, and loves to practice at 3am. I went round one night to get him to shut up, thankfully he did.
"Hey, sorry about this" he said
"You should be! I can't even see my driveway!"
"Sorry"
I felt bad he sounded genuinely apologetic
"It's okay, help me get parked?" I asked
Immediately he was yelling for people to get out the way, I cracked a small smile out of relief to be home, finally.
"Sorry for snapping at you before" I said whilst driving incredibly slow.
"It's okay, you look tired?"
"Yeah, 6 hour shift at the bar tonight"
"Wait a minute aren't you like 16?"
"17! And I know the owner"
"How are you 17 and living by yourself?"
"I passed my exams early, and got into uni round here, I used to live in Scotland"
"You don't have a Scottish accent though?"
"True, I grew up in New Zealand"
"Wow"
"Yeah" I said getting out my car finally.
"Promise we won't be too much trouble tonight"
"Thanks, see you around"
I walked through to my bedroom, using all my energy to put on my pyjamas, and get ready for bed. By this point it was half past one in the morning, and I was really craving my bed. However the plan for me to flop into my covers was quickly ruined by my front door opening and an angry Scotsman shouting weird things. In my Disney pyjamas I wasn't taking any chances, grabbing a rather large hard back textbook to use as a weapon.
Stood in my hallway was a boy around my age, he had piercings and brown hair that was lighter at the front. I flicked on a lamp and looked at the boy wide eyed, half-scared and half-curious.
"Whatcha daein herre lasssy" A thick Scottish accent asked.
"It's mae hoose yae fannae" I retorted in my equally thick Scottish Accent.
He looked quite shocked at my accent, making me chuckle ever so slightly.
"You a friend of Tristans?"
He blinked at me a few times, and I just took that as a yes, taking him back to Tristan's.
We walked outside and the street was empty, quiet night I guess? I knocked on the door and prayed someone would answer quickly, because the guy had now fallen asleep on me, and my weak shoulders weren't coping very well.
I saw the door handle turn, but was not met by Tristan. My gaze was instead locked on a guy who looked a little older than me, with curly brown hair and sweet brown eyes.
"Hi, you know this guy? He got into my house before and I think he was at the party"
"Yeah I know him, come here Con" He said picking the boy up and placing him on the couch, with a cozy blanket.
"How far did he go?" The guy with the curly hair said.
"Just across the street"
"Sorry about him, I think he had a little to much to drink"
"It's okay, anyway I should probably go, I'm absolutely shattered"
"I'll walk you back then"
"Did you not here me before, I live just across the street"
"Yeah but that still doesn't mean you can't get attacked"
"Seriously?" I said cocking an eyebrow at him.
"Yes I'm serious! Now which house?"
"That one over there" I said whilst pointing to my flat.
"By the way, nice pyjamas" he said tugging at my top. I awkwardly covered up myself with my arms.
"Hey nah you look cute" he said making me awkwardly smile as we got to my front door.
"This is me" I said stopping outside
"Well goodnight...."
"Claire, Night...."
"Brad. Brad Simpson"
