Confessions Of A Teenage Party Animal (Editing.)

3- i can kiss anyone, i think?l

Lana POV

TW: SLUR

I picked up a bright red solo cup from the counter and added its contents to my already-filled drink. The music around me was so loud that it vibrated through my bones, the bass almost drowning out the words of the song.

As I stepped into the living room, I was met with a sea of people. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and alcohol. I made my way through the crowd, dodging bodies left and right as I clutched my drink tightly. Finally, I spotted a space on the couch and made my way over, only to find a couple entangled in a passionate embrace, but I wasn't going to complain it was better than getting trampled by the drunk dimwits.

I was sitting at the bar, sipping on my experimental drink when I heard a voice calling out, "Look who it is." I quickly turned my head and saw Camille standing there, wearing his usual smug expression. I let out a frustrated sigh, knowing that he always had a way of ruining my mood.

After taking a long sip of my drink, I was relieved to see that Camille had left me alone. However, the boredom began to set in once again. I needed something to do, something to take my mind off of everything else. So, I made my way down to the basement, hoping to find some excitement down there.

I turned at the sound of Ella's voice. "Hey, Lana, want to join?" she called out, a bright smile on her face. Ella was one of my close friends from the cheerleading team, and we had a great bond. Despite having many opportunities, I had never slept with her - we were just friends.

I hurriedly walked towards the circle of people, my eyes scanning the crowd until I spotted Camille. I sighed inwardly and took a large gulp of my drink. As I sat down, I turned to Ella and asked, "What game are we playing?" She replied casually, "Truth or Kiss." I nodded, and the game started. A few rounds went by without any kisses until Camille decided to ask...me?

"Why did you try to kill yourself a few years back?" I froze in place, and so did everyone else."W-what?" I knew that everyone knew, but I thought that was just my school, my school just mine, "Camille I do-" Ella started, but I stopped her.

It was a big thing, the star figure skater and football team's wide receiver tried to off himself, but I didn't think anyone and I mean anyone would have the nerve to ask about it, "I don't want to answer that." I said finally, "Then kiss." I shook my head, "This is dumb." I said, standing up, feeling the effects of the alcohol wearing off, "Too scared to kiss a guy?" I scoffed. "Shut up, you fag." I heard a few gasps but ignored them, "I can kiss whoever I want." And then I stormed off into the kitchen.

I leaned against the counter, wondering if I should call my cousin, Rome, to just pick me up. He wouldn't ask questions, but I ultimately decided that it was way too late to call him. He wouldn't pick up. So I wandered aimlessly, and when I decided to leave, I passed out at the front door.

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As I slowly opened my eyes, I felt a wave of confusion wash over me. Instead of my party surroundings, I found myself in a familiar room, with my stuffed hedgehog, Sargent Spikes, staring back at me. However, my initial bewilderment was quickly replaced by a sense of unease as I heard my parents whispering in hushed tones.

My dad's voice was low and urgent, "He's out of control." My mom's voice was equally tense, "But he's still our son." My mom persisted, "He needs help, Helene." Dad shot, my mom's response was short and final, "On je dobro." This was the same conversation they had every time I returned home like this.

As I tried to move, I felt a sharp pain in my head, and I groaned, realizing I had a splitting headache. With great effort, I managed to sit up and slowly surveyed the room, trying to piece together what had happened.

Who had brought me back?

I thought of Ella, but it just didn't make sense, I had passed out before at other parties and it was unlike Els to bring me back home since she knew I hated hearing my parents talk about my ever-worsening mental state, I sighed deciding to just forget the whole thing I get on with my day.

I headed downstairs after washing my face and brushing my teeth, "Good party?" Luca asked me, and I flipped her off. She laughed, "Sorry, sleeping beauty." I rolled my eyes and grabbed a box of cinnamon crunch from the cabinet, I poured the milk into the bowl I had grabbed, and then the cereal, "By the way who was the boy who brought you back?" I turned my head to look at my twin sister, "What boy?" I asked, confused, "I think he goes to Whitlock and plays for the Crows as an attacker." She said, still scrolling through her phone, I didn't know anyone who fit that description, so I shrugged. "Probably the Crows trying to mess with us, I say," She nods, "tako su djetinjasti." Luca said, and I smiled.

"pravo?"