•°The Lonely Hipster°•

•can't sleep

I walk into the club..high music and blinding lights everywhere..

I push through the people..finding my way to an open spot or something.

I spot the bar and stand infront of the lady..-young girl..-that stands behind it.

"Have you heard of a girl named Allison?!" I scream loudly, she nods her head no and i walk of into the croud again, asking for her.

I call her..the phone rings once..twice.."hey..dont leave a message please.." *BEEP* "God!" I hang up and keep whatch for her..

As I walk around, i find something like a liveing room or something so i walk twards the ugly looking couches.

There..i find Allison splattered wide open on a couch with a bottle of pink vodka in her hand..she can barely hold the damn thing..

"What the fuck are you doing hear?!" I scream, getting ahold of her hand but she pulls away "NO!" she screams..shes drunk as fuck..!

"C'mon! Were leaving!" I scream takeing the bottle away from her

She attempts to stand, trying to get the bottle but falls in the process, landing on the floor..

I sigh and try to pick her up..her arms are sticky and her hair has...has...i dont now what that is! I dont understand her..

"No! *hick* leth me goh!!" She says faintly moving.

I pick her up, trying to make her stand.

A hold her tight and try to find my way out.

She struggles and murmurs word i cant really understand, but we make it out easly.

With the buzzing of the music still behind us, i unlock my car and strap her to the back seat tightening the seat belt.

I climb in myself and start the engine.

"Where...where's my..*hick* my bottle.." she says wobbling around in the back seat looking for the pink liquor.

I dont respond. Just step on the pedal and drive.

A couple minutes of driving and i stop on a stop sign. I look back at her...shes asleep.

I grab her phone and try to call her mom. I say try because its two in the morning.

After i call her twice, she answers

"Hello..." she sounds mad and annoyed, ofcorse i dont blame her..I wouldn't like my daughter to hang out in a strip club with whatever that was on her hair, pink vodka, and 20-something-year-olds at two in the morning..

"Mrs.Caulfield..this is Jayden, I um...can i drop Allison off ?"

I hear some shuffling on the other end but she finally speaks.. "Jayden! Was she with you the whole time?"

"Im..afraid not Mrs.Caulfield.." she stays silent for a couple seconds..

"She..she was out again wasn't she..."

"...yes."

She sighs.. "Thanks for calling Jayden.."

She hangs up and i finally pull up on Allison's fron yard.

I climb out, open her door and unclip the seat belt. I grab ahold of her back and legs, close the door and carry her to the front door where her mother waits.

She thanks me again as i climb the stairs to her bedroom.

I lay her jently on her bed and put the blanket up to her knees, then put her phone on her desk.

I close her door behind me and leave the house as Mrs.Caulfield thanks me one last time.

I drive home and lay on my bed..

..waiting for her to call me in the morning telling me she needs me as that pink liquor makes effect and comes out as vomit..

I dont know if i hate Allison or if i love her..