You could call me and alcoholic, and I would be fine with that. Because when you're shitfaced, you're actually happy. Even though its delusional and only lasts for the night, you're still happy. So, when the girls next to me started giving me disapproving looks after my 7th shot of vodka, I started giggling with them, in pure bliss. "What are you...talking about,...pretty ladies?", I asked, hiccuping. "You. You're shitfaced", one of them smirked. "Nooo. I'm not...ugly...I'm fabulous", I slurred. Those girls were from my school. They were jerks. "Oh my god. I have to get a video of this", one of the girls giggled, getting her phone out. I was about to give the camera a goofy grin before it was ripped out of her hands by someone. "I think not", a mildly familiar voice husked. It was probably some guy that tried hitting on me before. I looked up from my drunken stupor to find one Lauren Jauregui glaring at the chic while holding the phone. "Holy shit", the girl mumbled. One of the others squealed, pulling out her phone. Lauren's face turned into panic as the girl tried taking pictures. I sighed before turning to the bartender and asking for another shot. But, I was dragged backwards and hauled towards the door. "Are you gonna kill me? Cause I would not be okay with that", I giggled. Whoever was in front of me stayed silent and continued dragging me along. I got bored, so I started making noises. "SHUT UP", the person yelled, turning around. It was Lauren again. How'd she get here? She was at the bar. "How did you get here? You were at the bar", I slurred. She rolled her eyes and just continued dragging me along. I giggled again, feeling like a kid again.
Eventually we made it in front of a huge bus thing. "Woah", I mumbled, the bus looking bigger because of how drunk I was. Lauren smiled and led me to the door, punching in some code and leading me inside. Once there, she called out that she was home and took me into some lounge looking thing. Four girls were there. Familiar girls. The girls of Fifth Harmony. I had just let one of those bitches drag me into a bus filled with the rest of the bitches. I sobered up quickly. "What. The. Hell", I growled through gritted teeth. "Woah there. What happened to happy drunkness", Lauren chuckled. "What happened to honest, caring, loving girl band", I snapped. "Excuse me?", some tall, poly chic scoffed (ayyyyeee Dinaaahhh). "Get me the fuck off this bus", I hissed, ripping my hand out of Lauren's and turning around. I ran straight ahead, Lauren and someone else's heavy footsteps following. I could see the bus was moving already from the windows. "STOP THE FUCKING BUS", I yelled. "DON'T YOU DARE", Lauren yelled back. I got to the front and opened the bus doors, the road speeding below me. "IF YOU DON'T STOP THIS BUS, I'LL FUCKING JUMP", I shouted at the driver. He paled and screeched to a halt. I jumped off and ran off, praying those hobiscuits wouldn't follow. I realized I was at a shopping center, so I entered the first shop I could find, Macy's. I ran to the kids section and caught my breath, trying to figure out what to do next. I couldn't walk back home at this point, so I needed someone's help. The only person that came to mind was Emmanuel.
I had called Emmanuel and told him I needed help. Currently, we were sitting in his car, eating burgers. "So, I got the whole Lauren tour bus shit, which is confusing as fuck, but why were you at the bar in the first place?",he asked. I chocked on my soda, not expecting that. "Well...um...I...*sigh*...I had a little brother. He was diagnosed with cancer a few years back. It's the anniversary of his diagnosis today. I guess I just got...emotional. I saw Lauren and I thought about his face when he realized he was going to die without meeting his heroes. They didn't even reply with a sorry after he died. They replied with a 'we were busy'. I mean, the kid died without doing the one thing he wanted most. He died without being happy. And it kills me that they can just move on with their careers like that. It makes me mad". By the end of my little tantrum, I was in tears. Emmanuel reached over the console and hugged me tightly. I relaxed into his arms, crying for the first time after my brother's death. Sobbing, I was. I eventually stopped and pulled away, wiping away the last of my tears. Emmaunuel looked at me and grinned. "What", I asked. "Let's go cheer you up", he smiled, starting up the engine. "What? Where are we going", I said, confused. "A place where nobody can hear themselves think", he chuckled, speeding away. Oh god. He's taking me to a party.
A/N Yeah so here. Its crappy, but I just finished homework and highschool sucks complete ass. So yeah. K bye my lovlies.
