At about 2 in the afternoon, I received a text message. It was from my best friend, Mike.
"The party will be at mine tonight, starting at 9 pm. Don't forget, Parker. I know how you are."
I roll my eyes. He knows me way too well. I message him back.
"Okay, I'll be there. And I'm not THAT bad."
I decided to take a nap to pass the time. My dad is passed out drunk on the living room floor, and my mom is in her bedroom glued to her wine and soap operas. I set an alarm for 7:30 and go to sleep.
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7:30 rolls around, and my alarm rudely wakes me up. I roll myself out of bed and get myself ready. I put on a baggy Green Day shirt and loose cargo jeans. I put on some silver chains around my neck and settled upon some silver stud earrings. I quickly fix my shaggy, fluffy, medium brown hair in the mirror and remind myself that I really need a haircut. I put on my Converse, grab my keys and my phone, and walk right out the door. My parents are too busy screaming at each other to care.
I walk to Mike's house. It's not that far, and I let myself in. Mike is standing by the front door as if he were waiting for me.
"Parker!! You're here!!" He pulls out his phone and checks the time. "And you're on time! It's only 8:59!"
I walk up to him and playfully nudge him before giving him a hug. I have to stand on my toes to hug him. After I let go, my friend Freddie comes at me with a surprise hug.
"Hey Parks!!" He says with a goofy smile.
I hugged him back with a smile. I don't have to reach as far up because he's not as tall as Mike is.
"Hey Freds!!" I said back to him. "Where's Spence at?"
Freddie's face got a little pink as he looked around for Spencer. He finally pointed in a direction. "There he is!" He said with a smile before calling him over.
Spencer gives me a side hug and says hello. Spencer isn't really big on physical affection with anyone else, but Freddie. Freddie playfully hangs onto Spencer's arm as both of their faces go a little red. I smile at them. It's obvious that the two of them have a thing for each other. They're both just too clueless to notice.
Lastly, Maverick walks through the door. Maverick is always late to everything. Later than me at that. Maverick gives me a pat on the head instead of a hug. He's the tallest out of all of us (about 6'2). Then Mike (6'0), Spencer (5'10), Freddie (5'7), and lastly, me (5'3). I'm the shortest. Which makes sense in a way, I am the only girl.
Mike makes his way to the kitchen, and I follow him. He opens the fridge and cracks open a beer can.
"Want one?" He offers an unopened beer in my direction. "Sure." I respond, putting my hand out. He tosses the beer my way, and I catch it and open it.
I down the drink quickly and crush the empty can with my hands. I go over to Mike's dad's liquor cabinet and open it up.
"You got anything good?" I ask with my head in the cabinet. Mike walks up next to me and pulls out a bottle of whiskey.
"Have you ever had whiskey?" He asks. I shake my head no, and he hands me the bottle. "Try some." I take the bottle and open it. I take a sip, and my eyes light up in a way that says damn, that's strong!
I take another big sip before Mike laughs at me.
"Slow down, dude!" He laughs. I hand the bottle to him, and he takes a sip before handing it back to me. Pretty soon, I've consumed the whole bottle, and I'm drunk out of my mind.
I'm having trouble walking and comprehending things, and my friends just are standing there and laughing at me. Freddie sits on the floor, and I flop down next to him.
"Where's Mikey Wikey?" I said, being extremely intoxicated. Mike laughs and looks at me from the couch. "I'm right here, Parker!! You drunk girl!!" He called. I reach my arms out at him from the floor with a stupid smile. "Mikeeeee!!!! Hiiiiii!!!!" I yell out at him. He comes over and lifts me onto my feet, wrapping me in a tight hug so I don't fall over. "Hey there, drunkard." He says to me.
I pull away from Mike and lead him to the liquor cabinet, the others following close behind to make sure I don't fall. I open the cabinet and take out a bottle of Tequila, and then go to sit on Mike's couch.
Mike sits down next to me. "Are you sure you should be drinking more? You're already pretty drunk." Spencer sits on my other side, and Freddie sits underneath him, while Maverick just stands there, observing.
I wave my hand at Mike as I open the bottle. "It's fineeee.." I take a few sips and then laugh at myself. I finish the rest of the bottle and pout up at Mike, laying on his lap. "There’s no more now."
That was the last thing I remembered from that night before blacking out.
