Allera.

18 FEELS - 6

2 hours before my birthday was a wreck, I had to call my father and he won't even help me except just to let me borrow his penthouse in the upper east. It was going to be one of my most embarrassing moments if I don't show up to my surprise party.

Luckily, my dad and my friends were cooperating to plan my birthday, and my dad knew that I don't want any of my friends to find out so he called me. I think he still cared about his daughter so he planned for them to go to the penthouse because that's where they thought I will be on my birthday. 

Back again with me bringing some of my clothes into the penthouse and spreading them around the house to make it look a little like I was living here. Putting some crackers on the kitchen island and a yoga mat on the patio floor. I notice it was 11:55 and I heard noises outside my door. I thank my dad for saving my rep, he said this is my birthday gift that he's allowed to give by order of my narcissistic mother. 

I ran straight to the bedroom and pretended to sleep. My dad told his assistant to discuss the details of how my friends are coming here, I think he sent them a car and told his assistant to give them the key to the penthouse. It's seconds away from hitting the age of 18, I don't think I can start being ready to be an actual adult. 

I heard rushing outside my room, and 

Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.

I pretend to wake up by making my eyes half open so I look a little sleepy and pretended to act all shocked and kept looking all around the room pretending to be surprised by keep saying 'Oh my God guys, I can't believe this' over and over and over. When they had been making this a tradition since I was 15.

"Hey, guys.. thank you for this." I held the cake with 18 candles on top.

"Make a wish!" Natalie said with excitement on her face. 

I pretended to make a wish and just said a random wish that I wish would come true, which for a fact I know won't happen. But what's wrong with wishing for the impossible, it's not like they would know. I opened my eyes and blew the candles all at once.

I heard whispering from Amelia to Natalie, "How can someone look like that just a second after waking up?".

I smiled.

That lasted about 30 minutes until people started coming, people, they invited. They had forced me to dress up which I did, to be honest, I do expect people to show up. People that talked shit about my life even came. It was 1 in the morning and almost 100 people had shown up at my dad's humongous penthouse. I mean, It is My birthday. I was greeted with happy birthday, gifts stacked up in the bedroom, and compliments thrown around the room.

There would not be a party if there was no alcohol around the newly 17 - 18-year-old group of people. You couldn't catch me dead sober at my birthday party. Red cup after red cup after red cup I chug and it's still the first hour of the party. Loud music was blaring but no one would complain, we're the only one in the last two floors. 

I know when my head starts spinning that I had too much to drink, but not too much where I can't state a full sentence. The dimness in the room makes it harder for me to identify or hear people that said anything to me. So I just said my usual, 'Thankyou honey' or something like 'You are more gorgeous Girl!', or even something like 'Thanks dude' even when the one who talked to me was a girl. 

I hadn't sat since the start of this party, and so I find my way to the sofa and just plopped there. I took another sip even if it hurts my head and stomach. I relaxed my head on the sofa, and I felt the weight on the sofa shifted to my right and I decided to look right. The lighting on the sofa was decent so I can still see who was it. 

"Luu~ cahhhh~~," I slurred his name. 

He was moving his lips, and it looked like he was saying happy birthday to me. So I said thank you and stood up trying to leave him on the sofa, even though I think he was still saying something to me but I can't make out anything he was saying.

I looked right and left, trying to blend in with other dancing so I did the same. I did moves that might just hurt me and a little staring. As expected, guys looked my way and I am not even bothered it's my party, my birthday. Even though I was drunk dancing, a little bit sloppy, and kept trying to hold myself from falling, I still feel eyes staring. 

However, there's one stare that might just burn the back of my body because of how he was staring at me so intensely that I can even feel it believe it or not I was dancing the other way. I turn my back away looking straight at him. 

He walked towards me, I saw that his mouth was moving but I still had no idea what he was saying. The only thing I can read from looking at his pink lips was, 

"Stop dancing!", He said with a little restraint in his vague voice because of the music.

I raise my eyebrow, "What!? Why!", in my sulky voice. 

I was drunk and acting like a baby, he said something else but I really can't understand so I just pout and shake my head left and right out of confusion. He sighs, you asked how I know? Because he was standing incredibly close to me right now and I can feel his minty breath on my cheek. He rolled his eyes and snatch my wiggly wrist to bring me into my room or my dad's.

He was dragging me so quickly that my head started to spin again like I was going to pass out. He mouths something to me, but I couldn't recall. I see he was mouthing my name over and over so I can regain my consciousness. I laugh at him. I don't think he's mouthing things too, I think It's just my brain that can't work and hear him even though we're in a less noisy room. 

Even when I was dizzy, I can still see that he was disappointed, and how I wish I could erase that look on his face. Before I black out, I saw him open his mouth but my dumb fucking brain is not working. I want to know what he was saying, but I think that was the last of my memory of yesterday or 6 hours ago. 

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Waking up with the most stinging pain in my ears and nose. It is always these 2 spots for me after a night of drinking. I sit up and look around the penthouse, and found 10 different people laying down on the floor scattered all around the room. I spot 2 of my friends laying on top of two different guys, not Lucy. If I know better, Lucy probably went to sleep in my room.  

I try to bring myself up, my back cracks but I still managed to stand holding in my stomach which is full of fluids and is ready to leak. I hold my back, like a grandma, and hold my lower stomach so it moves less and preventing to clean my fluids while I am hangover. 

I sit down on the cold white porcelain and release. One of the best feeling ever in the world. While sitting and waiting I think my brain just got hit by a truck of memory. I was supposed to do a photoshoot. IT Girl magazine. 

The lightning that had just struck me, slap my hungover-ness away. I quickly pull up my pants and run as fast as possible to my phone. Seeing that my photoshoot will be in 8th avenue, in 45 minutes. Here states all I need is a purse to make what's in my purse YT video, makeup, hair, and clothes are provided there. 

I rush to the bathroom and run cold water to freshen myself up. Prep my skin for make-up, and use my hair oil and heat protectant. I put on a simple but classic white mini dress that just shows enough of my thigh, and black knee-long boots to complete the look. I prepared my purse and filled it with a bunch of not-important stuff. Such as 3 lip products, a charger, my EarPods,  and 2 channel no.5 mini version perfume.

I was ready, I just put my faux-Gucci coat on top, because of how cold it is in Manhattan. I wrote a note on my door, my kitchen, and my patio door to make sure people leave and clean up. I walk out the door and say goodbye to the penthouse because this probably be the last time that I could step in there. I press the elevator to go down. 

While I wait, I thought about how am I going to get there. I have 10 minutes left, If I ran I am going to be all sweaty and if I wait for a taxi I am going to be late. Life couldn't get any worse.

TO BE CONTINUED