Take Me In (Jack Johnson)

01.

The night was full of giggles, clumsy steps and plenty of drinks.

It had started off as normal as any other night that Jack and I were going to go out with a bunch of our friends. Our apartment that we shared was filled with music that the neighbors had complained about when we first moved in, but they got used to it after a while. Not only had they complained about the loudness, but also of the language and content of the songs. Jack and I didn't care, though. Not then and definitely not now.

I stood in front of the mirror in the small bathroom, same as any other night before going out with friends, to do my hair and makeup. Jack sat in the bedroom, getting his outfit together, and as soon as he put it on he'd come in the bathroom with me, just to watch my process.

The bathroom was where the music was the dimmest and we could actually hold a conversation without having to yell at each other.

Me, in nothing but a pair of maroon jeans and a bra, putting my eyeliner on. Him, sitting on the toilet next to the counter, smiling widely at me, his blue eyes shining every time I'd crack a stupid joke. This is what I was used to, this was normal, this was amazing.

Unlike any other night out with friends, though, we decided to go further away from home to a new club that had just opened. Also, unlike any other night out with friends, our designated driver had bailed on us when we got to the club. They had just dropped us off and left, apologizing repeatedly. None of us thought it was a big deal, not thinking that that was our designated driver leaving us and none of us stepped up to offer to be sober the rest of the night.

The club lights flashed around us, music pumped through speakers, sweaty bodies danced. This was normal.

The club was nice, had that new feel to it. The booths and tables in the back were spotless and it made you not want to make a mess of everything. Of course, that doesn't last for very long when you're drunk. Soon all five of us were laughing loudly, cackling even, with drunkness. The room was spinning, sweat was dripping from our bodies from all of the dancing and the warm room, and the drinks kept coming. When the drinks finally did stop, late into the night, our group left the club and started wandering the streets.

We were new to the area, our houses too far away to walk to and our designated driver had abandoned us early in the night.

The sidewalks were empty, the street wet from rain, the streetlamps illuminating down on us as we walked away from the club. Jack's arms were around me as we strayed further and further down the cement lining the street.

"We are so screwed." Cassie, my best friend, laughed, hanging onto both Shawn and Nate as we walked down the street.

She was right, of course, but in the state we were in, we didn't care that we were miles from home with no one to call and nowhere to go. Not even Shawn, who was normally the one to be freaking out over little things was calm. Though, for comic relief I wanted him to be freaking out. It was always hilarious to see him get flustered over little things. For example, the first time we went out with him, he was using his fake ID for the first time and was so scared it wouldn't work that his hand was shaking the whole time he was trying to hand it to the bouncer, who then assumed he was on some kind of drug and was asking about it, causing Shawn to freak out even more. Ah, the good ol' days with 18 year old Shawn. Though, a year later, he's not much different.

"Woah, Shawn, I swear your voice got higher. You good, bro?" Jack questioned, pulling me to a stop with him so he could flash Shawn his bright grin.

"Fuck off." Shawn laughed, shoving Jack's shoulder playfully as he passed with Cassie hanging on his arm. "But Cass is right, we're so screwed it's not even funny. What are we going to do?"