One-Shots | Wlw

"Bitter nightshade."*

Definition:
Bitter nightshade, poisonous vine

The beat was thrumming through my body, causing the walls to shake while I loosely moved my body to the music. I never expected this party to be so fun. Especially since the last one ended rather badly with me and my girlfriend fighting. Speaking of her, I missed her by my side tonight, at least a little bit. She couldn't come because she had to study, it sucked but I'd rather her study and spend time with me after her exam tomorrow when she can be carefree, but then again she could've taken the evening off, just this once.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Mia, my best friend, approaching me, "I'm gonna go and get another drink. Do you want anything?" She asked. "I'll come with you to get some water," I screamed over the music. She nodded in response and grabbed my arm to drag me along over into the kitchen of the house. I got one of the many red plastic cups and filled it to the brim with water, I was quite thirsty after all that dancing with that one girl. She was so sexy, it's a shame I didn't hook up with her. While drinking my water my thoughts drifted back to my girlfriend. My girlfriend. What time was it? I promised to text her every hour or so. She was annoying me with all her check-ins.

"Alison, come on let's go and play truth or dare with the rest of the group," Mia nodded her head toward a little secluded group that had sat down in a circle. "I think I'll go back to Melody's house," I said before turning to leave. "Okay, text me when you get there alright?" "I will, good night babe," I said while hugging Mia goodbye. "Night girl," she answered before we let go and went our separate ways.

As I had left the house and walked down the streets toward my girlfriend's house I finally checked the time. 1:30 am. It was this late already? Time had flown by. I had promised Melody to be back by 12:30 am or at least text her in case I wouldn't make it on time. I checked my notifications and saw ten missed calls and five messages from Melody. Oh shit... Couldn't she chill a little more?

"Alison Willow Clark," somebody shouted at me from across the street. I looked up to see Melody strutting toward me. Safe to say I was in trouble, once again. "What do you think you're doing? Staying out late and drunk at this party, not texting me, or being home on time? I was worried sick about you. God, if anything would've happened, I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself. And now you're walking home alone at this hour? You should have called me. Honestly, Alison what is wrong with you?" Ouch, that stung. Immediately all the thoughts that I tried to suppress with all these parties came flooding back. There wasn't anything wrong with me, was there? I mean sometimes I thought there was but then Melody told me that it was just my head telling me nonsense. Had she lied?

"I'm sorry," she immediately said after looking at my face, it must have given away exactly what was going on in my head. "I did not mean it like that. There is nothing wrong with you, you just need to learn to not be so forgetful while you're out," she cracked a small smile but quickly dropped it again.

It felt very difficult to sort out my thoughts while only starting to sober up. "I'm so sorry," I whispered. She stood still looking at me a bit furious, yet with a certain softness painted across her features. "This was stupid, you should know better than that. I know that you tend to be forgetful, love, but it cannot happen with things like these," she made her point clear, for the tenth time just this month it was starting to get annoying. "Can we please just go home?" I asked. I just wanted to stop fighting and cuddle in her bed. I can't deal with her when she is this whiny. I missed her at this party, only a tiny bit, and her shouting at me reminded me to not be so forgetful next time. I will forget it again though. Sometimes I really couldn't care less in the moment.

"No, we will not table this conversation like we have done before on so many occasions. When you're out and forget to text me it feels like you don't care enough about me or my boundaries to respect them," she said, her voice morphing from anger to something more vulnerable and heartbroken.