Drunk or Sober

Twist and Shout

WEDNESDAY 3/24
HARLEIGH'S POV

"Wessybaby, why don't you come over here?"

Wes shifted uncomfortably in one of the plush couches near the nail polish bar. "I'm fine where I am, Harleigh."

Homecoming.

More than just a dance, less than Prom.

Still a yearly favorite of mine to win. Which meant everything had to tie in together and be, well... perfect. Perfect nails, perfect hair, perfect makeup... The total package.

And considering this was my last year to add yet another homecoming queen tiara to my shelf, this had to be a night everyone would remember.

Call me a victim to OCD, I don't care.

I believe everything in life is just following a path, and I can't help that my path includes the finer things in life, like winning and being utterly amazing.

So, I was spending my Wednesday preparing through the glorious art of mani-pedis- with Wes, of course. I
needed to prep him too; he's never been to a high school dance before. Still deciding whether that's endearing or embarrassing.

On the contrary to the popular belief that guys hate doing girly stuff with their girlfriends, I can assure you, Wes was definitely enjoying our time together.

He was just in a bad mood or something, probably sick or going through stuff.

As if I cared even the slightest!

"Harleigh, are you almost done? I'm hungry."

I rolled my eyes. "It's only four thirty, chill. But if you're deathly starving, go ahead and buy something."

"If you say so!" He ran out of nail salon before I could remind him to get me a smoothie, ugh, boys.

I glanced at the matte black tips on my fingers and smiled. One third of the way ready.

---WESLEY'S POV: SAME DAY---
I know what you're thinking, I usually make new chapters when it's a new POV but then it'd be too short so

I knew absolutely nothing about the freaking town Harleigh dragged me into.

It looked like a mirror of New York City, with tall buildings and stores huddled close together, next to wide sidewalks and busy streets. And though I had only ever been to New York once, I was sure it could hands down be doppelgänger for the town/city I was stuck in. Everything was in walking distance, so I pretty much strolled around until I saw something strange.

It was Ramona, so I thought, the back of her at least. Brown bouncy curls pulled back with a baby pink ribbon in a high pony tail.

I didn't even realize I had walked into the 50's inspired diner until I was face-to-face with the lovely brunette.

"Hi! Welcome to What's the Scoop!"
Her voice was high and friendly, and she gestured to a black spinning stool in front of the counter.

"Oh, uh, hi."

"You sound a little sad, a little disappointed or something, what's the matter?" She looked genuinely concerned for the odd, inspirited stranger in her midst.

I brushed my hair back and shyly looked down, smiling. "You just reminded me of someone, that's all."

"Chocolate or vanilla?" She pointed to the rows of ice cream flavors in the glass freezer nearby. "You look like you'd be the chocolate type, plus, they're good for uh- breakups." She forced a teethy grin.

"Actually, I'd like a cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate milkshake instead, if that's alright." I laughed.

"Of course. The name's Alina, by the way."

"Thanks, Alina, I'm Wes."

She came back from the kitchen with my order pretty quickly. I didn't hesitate eating.

"So, who's the mystery girl- or boy- that I remind you of?" She leaned her elbows along the checkered counter across from me.

"A friend. She's- I don't know. Possibly more than a friend, I guess." I sipped my milkshake.

"So I was right, wasn't I? You two- you guys broken up I'm guessing?"

"I'm dating her kind of/not really bestfriend." I looked down at my plate.

"Yikes. Hate love triangles... They're so... So high school. How old are you anyway?"

"I'm a senior at Sterling High School."

"Oh my god! I graduated there! Class of 2011."

I laughed, "No way, I knew you looked familiar!"

"Gosh, high school. Seems like an eternity ago." She smirked. "You want advice?" She looked up at the ceiling than straight at me. "Get the girl you're hung up over. Be with her. Don't spend the rest of your lifetime wondering what could've been, you know? When you have your own kids, and you got yourself a nice wife, you don't want to tell them how you almost ended up with your high school sweetheart. Marry her. And hey, if it doesn't work out, at least you know you tried. You don't have to be stuck with regrets and shoulda-coulda-woulda's. That'd be a shame, Wes."

"That's actually the best advice I've received."

She laughed. "May look dumb, but I'd like to think I've got a few wise words stored up there." She stole a fry and placed another straw in my milkshake, confidently taking a slurp of her own.

"Are you scarred with any post high school regrets?"

"No, baby, no! My high school experience was one for the books. You'll probably never hear this from anybody else, but I'd redo high school with all of its glory and mishaps!" Alina flashed the shiny rock that dazzled on her finger. "Engaged to my high school sweetheart, and made this business with her."

"You-"

"Oh, it's a new world, Wes. Girls marry girls, boys marry boys!"

I chuckled and shoved fries in my mouth, "I was going to say you made my day, Lina."

"You're too cute."

"Hey, isn't it a sin to play a song from the 60's in a 50's restaurant?" I laughed and pointed at the juke box that blasted Twist and Shout.

She narrowed her eyebrows and hopped over the counter, almost knocking over my shake, and grabbed both of my arms, spinning my stool around. "C'mon baby, let loose for once!"

She ran towards the middle of the diner, her pink poodle skirt flowing behind her, as did I.

We danced and danced for the rowdy crowd enjoying ice cream and burgers at What's the Scoop, and I thought I'd never feel this free nor happy again, at least anytime soon. I was definitely wrong.

Thanks, Alina.

////HA I HAD TO INSERT A LIL DESTIEL T&S REFERENCE BC THTS THE FIRST FIC IVE EVER READ////

PS CAME UP WITH WHAT MY NEXT FIC CONTINUED OFF THIS ONE'S ABOUT!!! keep readin ily guys