Waiting All Year

The Wild Party(Real)

Hey guys! Two updates in a close time period how weird! ANYWAY above is a picture of Fiona's cheer uniform...the girl isn't Fiona...yeah... :) I thought that would help you.. On to the story now!

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James, Kian, and I are currently all sitting on a couch not saying a word to each other. It isn't like we all had a fight or anything- it is James can't believe what he just saw. Neither can I to be honest and I think Kian is just staying quiet because he doesn't talk much. I blink a few times to make sure I am seeing the horrible sight in front of me. Bad shivers are currently going down my spine making me sit up a little straighter. That of course doesn't help my skirt to stay at a reasonable length the one thing I don't like about cheer is the skirt length. All the other girls don't seem to mind it at all as they dance around with the football players. Right what we are watching. It started off as an innocent guy getting a drink from a keg in the corner of the living room. Pretty soon there was a crowd and he was forced to basically chug the whole thing. It is disgusting that guy is going to be so sick later. I look take a look at Kian from the corner of my eye and notice that a girl is basically falling all over him..not in a good way. He isn't even giving her a second glance. The least he could do for the poor drunk girl is get her well of off him. I decide to butt in where I am probably not needed. 

"Hey whatever your name is" I say poking her in her shoulder getting her attention. She looks at me with a glare. Wow. Her makeup looks horrible and her hair is well...really messed up I look her straight in the eye and say, "Obviously this nice guy isn't interested in you, and there are other people on this couch at least take it somewhere else please." The girl looks me up and down probably judging every single thing about me but honestly I could care less. If my personal space were being violated like that I wouldn't just sit there awkwardly. The girls face goes really pale for a second then before I know it she bends over and throws up all over my shoes. I close my eyes and clench my fists hoping that didn't really happen. I slowly open them and look down. My cheer shoes are ruined. I look at the girl her eyes are wide and she has her hand over her mouth. I sigh taking a deep breath.

"Come on lets get you to the bathroom." I say to her helping her up. I may be extremely mad at her but I could never leave her like that. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I pull her arm around my shoulders and go search for the bathroom. It turns out the only bathroom in the house is on the second floor. Which made things a lot more difficult because not only did I have to hold a drunk sick girl I also had to hold disgusting shoes so that puke didn't get everywhere. I really don't want this all tracing back to me. Once in the bathroom I help the girl who I still don't know if I know at all sit on the bathroom floor next to the toilet. I did that just in time for her to have to throw up again only in the toilet this time. I double check my uniform to make sure nothing got on it before throwing the shoes in the shower. I turn on the tub water and wash off my legs. I also steal someones body wash to get rid of all of the germs. I look at the girl who is half asleep before starting on my shoes. Honestly at every party I go to something bad happens at least I can leave this one knowing I helped someone who needed it. Even if they don't remember it at all the next day. Also it isn't like I have never been puked on before with ten brothers when we all get the flu. I cringe at that horrible memory. Once I can't smell puke anymore I go over the girl and sit next to her rubbing her back and keeping her hair out of the way. It is the least I could do for her. It is kind of like a girl code in my book. The door opens making me jump a little. 

"Fiona?" Julian's voice says as he peeks his head around the door. 

"Hey bro. Sup?" I say giving him a peace sign. 

"What happened?" He asks. 

"She threw up on my shoes." 

"Do you know who that is?" he asks looking at her confused.

"No idea." I say doing the same thing. 

"Well can I sit with you two?" 

"Sure." I nod. the spot next to me. Julian sits down and grabs a magazine randomly out of nowhere and starts looking through it. All three of us sit in mostly silence. The only few noises are the girl throwing up every so often and the turning of pages. I look over at Julian and see a bruise on his eye. I look at it questioningly but I am to tire to question it. 

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"I can't believe you spent most of the time at the party sitting in a bathroom holding a strangers hair." Marcus says. 

"I wasn't having that much fun anyway." I say nonchalantly. 

"You are weird." James says. I shake my head wanting to add that Julian pretty much did the same thing but I didn't. That is a thing I have learned. Never tell the other brothers when one of them does something nice/with you because they will never do something like that again. They won't stop being called names and all that. It is better for their manly appearance and they all keep doing nice things for me. James had to drop Kian off at the school before he drove home so I decided to ride with my other two brothers. I just threw my shoes and socks away at the party it wasn't worth trying the drag them home. My brothers wouldn't stop the complaining anyway. They are such wimps. Also I am kind of made at Kian. I don't know why I just am. We pull into the driveway and park the car. I jump out of it and run to the house making sure to be as loud as possible just to annoy my brothers and have them explain why we were out till 3am while I shower the whole time. I have mastered this art. At least no one is drunk this time that I can tell. That doesn't happen all the time, but when it does the house gets a lot louder. My dad is usually a quiet guy so when he yells at you it is enough to sober you up. My mom is more understanding especially if it is like my ONLY case of being drunk was literally on accident or maybe I am just my parents favorite kid. That is quite possible as well. Once in my room I grab my PJ's and full on sprint to the bathroom locking the door as quickly as possible just in time to hear my parents room door open down the hall. Once I am out of my uniform I hang it up carefully and get in the shower letting the stress of the night wash away as well as the puke filth.