thirteen :: mgc

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I hadn't seen her like this since before the accident. She was drunk off her ass, for one. Second of all, she was having the time of her life.

As if I wasn't happy enough to see her having a good time, I was also having an amazing time. This was a lot more fun that I had originally ever thought I would have to tonight.

Let me explain why that is...

Parties that are held at Jennings house never end up well. Someone always ends up getting towed in by the cops for smoking weed in the backyard. The neighbors call and complain about the loud noise coming from this house. About 4 new relationships pop up, but end up being deflated by the next weekend. Someone ends up heartbroken and lonely, and they go prowling for a single hunny to fulfill their need for the night. People end up being hungover and vomiting for the entire day after. And drama brews and spreads throughout the school like a wildfire.

So it sounds like a total drag and all, but tonight it was different. Everyone was having an absolute blast and just enjoying themselves the way they should.

It was kinda refreshing.

I looked down at the girl that I called mine, who happened to be holding onto my arm and slightly bouncing to the beat of the loud music.

She looked thrilled. She looked happy. She looked herself.

She was finally getting back on her feet and having the time of her life at the same time; she was on the top of the world.

It was a beautiful sight to see. She was beautiful, purely gorgeous.

She was mine.

I tore my gaze from her, hoping that she hadn't noticed me staring for some reason. It's not like I got nervous around her, because it was actually the complete opposite, I felt natural around her.

That's what I liked about her.

I could be me around her, without her giving a fuck. I could show all my colors to her and she would pay attention to me as I did it. I could say the most spontaneous thing you could possibly imagine to her, and she would probably be in tears from laughing too hard.

This girl got me.

She was my other half. She taught me that I could actually be me and she would still be okay with it. I loved that.

I loved her, or rather, I love her.

"I love you, baby," I said loud enough for her to hear. She looked up at me with a smile on her face.

"I love you too, Mikey," She said in the velvety voice of hers. For a moment, I actually contemplated if she was real or not. How could we be in love at such a young age? What did we know about love?

I guess it's a crazy thing.

A crazy little thing called love.