Life as a Flower

The boy at the party

Hey everyone reading this! Thank you! This time the picture is of Hannah, isn't she pretty? Let me know if you like my story by voting or commenting. :) Here I go...

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I looked at my back in the mirror. My new tattoo was finally healed, it looked amazing. I still couldn't believe I had finally got one. Mom and dad totally were against it, which is why I didn't tell them about it...yet. Hannah didn't know either, but she was going to see it with the tank top I was wearing. It was a pretty big and intricate tattoo that covered part of my shoulder and back. It was a pair of sugar skulls, surrounded by black roses. My friend from back home who was studying art had drawn it for me. Somehow I felt safer now that I was several hundred kilometers from my parents, and Hannah was probably going to call them to tell them about the tattoo tomorrow, so I wouldn't have to do it myself. I grinned and looked at myself in the mirror. I had curled my hair and done my makeup. I didn't have to apply very much, but I did line my upper lid pretty heavily with black eyeliner. Cat-eye style. My outfit consisted of a black racer back tank top, with a pair of pale denim skinny jeans. I had on red high top converses, that looked nice with my red hair.

I stepped out of my bed room, which was a total mess seeing as I had just dumped all of my stuff anywhere. Hannah was in the kitchen, looking gorgeous. She was wearing very short dark wash denim shorts, red platform heels and a white tank top. She had almost no makeup, except for red lipstick. She grinned at me and I grinned back, turning my back to her on purpose so she would see my tat. She let out a gasp and I laughed. "Sorry, I know I said I wouldn't, but I lied." I said, licking my lips.

"Oh my god Em, mom and dad are going to be so flipping pissed you have no idea....But it suits you, it looks sick." She finally grinned and put her head in her hands, laughing a bit. I laughed too. "Yeah, no kidding, why do you think I moved?" I joked and winked. We were ready to go to the party, finally. It was already past midnight, but nobody ever got to a party earlier.

After locking up our apartment, we walked down the cobblestone streets of old Montreal. It was packed with people having a good time. I looked around me, smiling. So, this was the city life, huh? I could get used to this, it felt so alive! I took Hannah's hand in my own and she squeezed my hand in reply. We were almost there, Oliver's pub. Hannah had been a few times with her friends, and apparently a lot of parties were organized there for university students. We turned a corner and there it was. There was already a huge crowd of people in front, all people our age from what I could tell. Somebody waved in our direction and Hannah waved back. I followed her to the group smiling. Hannah's friends seemed nice enough, she introduced me to them and we made small talk, but soon enough I was being left out of the conversation. I didn't mind though, she hadn't seen her school friends for three months, since she had been back home, so it was normal that they wanted to catch up.

I found myself looking at the people around us until my eyes settled on one boy. He was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. Or atleast, it looked like a cigarette. He was pretty tall and thin, wearing tight dark jeans and a plain white t shirt. He had on black high top nikes and both his arms were tattooed, his ears were pierced with black plain black studs. He had blonde hair and brown eyes, he was pretty tan too. There was this brown haired girl in front of him, she was obviously flirting with him, but he didn't seem interested. He seemed to find her funny, more than anything. Like she was a joke to him, or something. 

I couldn't stare much longer, because Hannah was dragging me towards the pub. Apparently it was time to go in. I turned and stole one last glance. The girl was gone, and the boy was staring at me now. Our eyes connected for a moment, and I felt my heart jump in my chest. A strange feeling of deja view came over me as I finally looked away, blushing a little bit. That was weird, I thought to myself as we went inside. 

The place was packed, I was greatful for the air conditionning, even though it was too weak for my taste. Hannah put a buck filled with cold beer in my hand, I winked at her gratefully as I slowly drank it. Hannah's friends fit her perfect, they seemed like the serious type who allowed themselves the occasional party. Fun was always limited for them. The thought made me laugh, and Hannah looked at me strangely, as if she was saying it was too early for me to be drunk. I just shook my head at her, laughing.

One of Hannah's friends seemed to have taken a liking to me. Apparently, he was working at the same coffee place that I was going to work at. It was partially thanks to him that Hannah could get me that job, actually. His name was Kieran, and he had dark hair that curled just a bit. His skin was tanned and his eyes were brown. He looked young, but he was twenty just like Hannah. He kept trying to make conversation, but the music was so loud it was really hard to hear anything he was saying.

"Let's just dance!" I yelled in his ear, hoping he had heard me. He grinned and nodded at me, making me smile. We each chugged what remained of our beers and made our way towards the dance floor. Usually there wasn't one in this pub, but they had cleared a space to have one especially for this party. Hannah watched us go with a raised eye brow, but she was smiling and winked at me. I just laughed and started to dance. I loved dancing, feeling free, feeling my body sway naturally to the music. I probably danced a little too provocatively though. Hell, that's just what happens when you grow up listening to hip hop videoclips on MTV and MuchMusic, I guess.

Kieran seemed to like it a lot though, maybe a little too much actually. His hands were on my waist, pulling me closer to him as we danced. Had I been sober, maybe I would have pushed him away, but I wasn't so we kept dancing. Finally, it was Hannah who came and got me. I looked around and noticed there was considerably less people thant there had been before we had started dancing. I looked at my phone, it was already 2 AM.

"Em, I'm gonna go..."Hannah said in my ear. She seemed exhausted and probably had too much to drink too. "Eh? Want me to come home with you?" I asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Only if you want, Janna is going to be crashing on our couch, so we're leaving together." I nodded, not knowing if I should go home or not. Surprisingly, I didn't feel tired at all. I really just wanted to keep dancing. "I remember the way home, I'll stay til closing." I said in Hannah's ear so she would hear me. She nodded and smiled, leaving with her friend Janna.

Kieran grinned at me and handed me a shot. I grinned back and chugged it before even asking what it was. It was pure vodka. I tried not to choke...too much. We had a few more rounds of shooters and went back to dancing. I became wilder and more free, letting my hips move as they wished, swaying and grinding up against Kieran, who had his hands on my hips the whole time. I didn't really know anymore if it was me controlling my hips or if it was him. I didn't care at all, this was fun. I felt his lips on my neck and was confused. "Let's get out of here." He said in my ear, brushing my hair from my shoulder as he did. I shivered and simply nodded. I was going to go home, not with him though. He took my hand and dragged me out. It was almost closing time anyway.

Out in front of the pub, there were still a few people, but it was mostly deserted. Kieran was still holding my hand. I pulled it away from him and looked up as him. I was drunk, but so was he. "My place or yours?" He asked with a grin. "Huh?" I asked confused, but before I could get an answer his lips were on mine. I began replying to the kiss, but then my brain caught up to what my body was doing and put a stop to it. I pulled away, "No Kieran, we barely know eachother. I have to go home..." I managed to say, but Kieran was pulling me back, his lips hungry. I tried pushing him away again, but he had his arms wrapped around me. "You're so hot. Come back to my place, I know you want to..."He was saying before going for another kiss. I moved my face out of the way. "No, Kieran...Stop it ok?" I said, starting to panic a little bit.

"Dude...She doesn't like you." A voice said mockingly from behind us. Kieran let go of me, confused and angry. "Hey, mind your own business!" He said, looking to the guy who was standing there. It was the same guy I had seen at the beginning of the night, the one with the tattoos. He was grinning at Kieran. I stepped away from Kieran and looked at the guy. He wasn't looking at me, though. "I'm going to leave now...goodnight." I managed to say, before hurriedly leaving.

Only when I finally got to the apartment and closed the door behind me did I feel my shoulders loosen up. Ugh...that was a close one. I put my face in my hand and locked the door, dragging my feet to my room and collapsing onto the bed.