Met You When I Was Sixteen

24.

--Time skip to the after party--

Multiple hours passed, and we were all motioned to a club, where an after-party was supposed to take place.

It was the place where we could see the couple of close, this time after they were just engaged. And we all made use of this opportunity. I pulled Sem's sister, also my great friend, into a hug and congratulated her, after some 5 seconds hug I moved on to her wife and hugged her for about the same amount of time, and also congratulated her. Atlas and Sem did the same,

Before we were all dragged inside by the two of them.

We were met with music blasting through the speakers and a bar lighting up in the corner of the room. Some people were already sitting at the bar while some were taking place in one of the many seating areas. Some people were starting to move along the beat of the song, and some were being all pitchy, itchy, romantic and dancing.

It felt like the perfect place in the perfect moment, and let me tell you. That doesn't happen often. It was great, the music was loud and colored lights were lighting up the whole room.

Everything was how it was supposed to be. And the night was just how I imagined it.

One shot turned into two, two into three, and three into six. I was mad wasted. And you could tell I was wasted, because I made my way towards one of the pool tables with a now half empty cup and struggled to climb up there. I almost fell multiple times when just trying to walk towards it, but then people caught sight of me trying to make my way up.

Some tried to help me, which made them almost throw the cups of full drinks on the floor. but I simply shrugged them off, catching someone's arm and pulling it away before pressing my weight against the cold stoned table. "I'm fine... just, give me a minute." I mumble, finally succeeding in climbing up fully.

I look like a whole mess trying to steady myself, so I'm now standing with my cup in my hand trying to get peoples attention. But when don't I look like a mess? I mean, look at me. I'm a walking mess, everywhere you see me. The thing is that I don't even try my best to look decent, I don't care if I go outside with a very messy bun or my pajamas still on while I've not had a shower in three days.

But today, today was different. I actually felt like dressing up fancy. I don't know if I fit in the category 'fancy' but I don't know if ive ever fit in any category. Like hell I don't even know if I wanna fit in in any category.