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Dreaming Out Loud

(A/N): 1. alright, I haven't updated in so long and I honestly feel really bad about it. Sorry! 2. This update has been in progress for so long so yes it's quite old! As in Elounor is still freaking in here. I'll fix it don't worry, so sorry. But other than that, I've come to realize that my computer is practically never going to work while hooked up to wifi so most updates will have to be rewritten on my phone, ugh. But I'll shut up now...
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The music in my ears had an echo effect that made my head feel light. The multicolored lights seemed like they were the prettiest colors that ever existed. The smell of alcohol wasn't overpowering or rank; it had a calming effect. My costume felt comforting against my skin. The alcohol in my lips and going down my throat was numbing and sweet. I felt like there was literally nothing that could bother me. Nothing.

I grab another cup. I raise it to my lips but then someone pulls it from me. "I don't think you need another one." Niall says to me. I roll my eyes. I'd only had one in the past 30 minutes. Just one. And a half... I think.

"Whatever." I drag out. I saunter away from him and Chloë and into the crowd of people.

I blink a couple if times. I realize that I had drunk some, but I wasn't sure I was seeing the person across from me correctly.

"Jay?" I half ask and my brother turns around and looks as if he had seen a ghost. For a second I wonder why but then I realize that it was because he had bust been caught by his older sister at an upperclassman's party with a cup of alcohol.

"Uh, hey Amber." His voice trails off. I raise an eyebrow. Was he intoxicated?

"Jay, you better not be drunk." I say, pointing an accusing finger at him. His eyebrows scrunch up.

"But you are." He says back to me pointedly.

"Touché." I say and we stand awkwardly for a moment.

Someone calls Jay's name and he looks over his shoulder at a group of kids about his age; 14 year olds. He looks back at me. "I never saw you here if you never saw me." He says and I nod quickly. He sucks into the crowd and out of my sight without another word.

An instinct inside of me says that I should make sure that he would be ok, but some other part of me that I had never experienced was telling me to leave him alone and go have fun. I listen to it.

I begin to feel a slight but uncomfortable with all of the people that were pressed against me. I begin to shuffle my way out of the crowd when one of them grabs my arm. Deciding that they had more than likely grabbed my arm by accident, I just pull it away and keep walking. The hand grabs again but this time it pulls me back into the crowd.

Before I can get a good look at the person's face they had me pulled close to them.

They lean their head near my ear and whisper. "Sorry, I couldn't help but ask for your name." They say and it sends a shiver down my spine.

"Then why didn't you just ask for my name?" I say, attitude cutting through my voice.

"I had to find a way to get your attention." They say, swaying to the music. I attempt to pull away but they had a tight grip on me.

"Well, you should find other ways to get people's attention." I say flatly. "Now will you let go of me?"

"But darling I never got your name." They say and I push against them but they don't budge.

"I don't care."

"Well that was mean." They tease.

"I still don't care."