The music was blaring and the crowd was thickening quite fast. Amara had eventually lost Kate in the crowd, but Molly kept her close by. The two of them danced around the others in the middle before escaping the tight circle of dancers to get a breather.
Or more drinks, that was.
They went to the large kitchen area, most of the alcohol was stashed here other than the bar. On the table were some tablets, most likely acid or ecstasy. Amara had only taken ecstasy a couple of times, but not acid, so she was unsure.
Molly skipped over to the table, she picked a few up and gestured them over to Amara, who didn't know what to do.
"Come on, I've had 'em before. Get 'em down ya'!" Molly urged her, shaking her hand.
Amara gave in, taking them from her and popping them in her mouth. She swallowed them after drinking the rest of the vodka that was in a cupboard. Molly took them too with ease, as if she was an expert. She felt her thoughts relax and soothe.
"I'm gonna get more voddy. Maybe some other stuff." Molly said, "Be right back!"
Amara waved her off, feeling the effects of the strange drugs already. She walked, or stumbled, around the table and admired a certain painting on the wall. It was a picture of a random beach, painted by this fancy artist. The ocean blue colour was quite captivating. The sky had a certain purple tone, which caught her attention. It reminded her of a certain guitar a guy got her, her mind was too fuzzy to think about it though.
What happened to that guitar anyway? She loved it..
Her knees were on the floor, looking up at the picture still. At one point she thought the waves were moving and the purple sky was changing colours as the orange sun lowered. Amara's vision was partially blurry, her hand reaching up to someone's jacket nearby and tugging it.
"The sky's rate pretty ain't it? It reminds me of-"
"Screw off, mate. I'm tryna listen to the music." The voice snapped, shrugging her off.
The voice was familiar. Amara couldn't think of who it was though, even if the long hair, circle sunglasses and voice rang a bell. For some reason, the man looked concerned when he turned around to look at her.
"But you- you haven't seen it yet! Take a looksie!" The woman pouted.
"Amara! What are you fuckin' doin' here? Out of all places, you come here!" The voice continued, trying to reach for her arm, but she freaked.
"Whoa mate! I have a boyfriend, and this paintin' is just- just wow! Also, stranger danger." She slurred, before paying attention to the song that was playing.
It was hers.
Birds who sing.
"That's me!" Amara perked up, trying to stand up by using the counter to support her wobbly legs. She swayed to the loud music, "I'm just a biiiiiird who siiiings... but all biiiiirds must leave the nest one dayyy!" She laughed before feeling sick in her throat. She looked around, wondering what the hell she was doing. "What the hell?"
Amara snapped her head around the kitchen, before landing on the man in front of her. She couldn't feel his hands on her waist that were keeping her up.
"Alright, bumbaclart? Y'know you look a lot like someone I know.." She had begun to ramble once again, "I'm supposed to be partyin'! Do you wanna dance?"
"Mara, what have you done to yourself?" He asked softly, taking her hand in his.
"Hey, that's my name, get your own!" She pointed her finger in his chest. "I dunno, some stuff was sittin' on the table. Molly gave it to me."
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The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS
Fanfiction"Ladies and Gentleman, it might not be June, but WE are the fuckin' Junes." When Amara Watson, future frontwoman of 'The Junes', realises her feelings for the famous future frontman of Oasis, Liam Gallagher, despite finding herself in a whirlwind o...
