My head hurts. My heart is pounding in my chest. My feet ache.
And I freaking love it.
I jump rhythmically to the music, my fists pumping along next to my best friend Elisa. Her long black hair that was once in a ponytail is now loose around her shoulders as she's dancing too.
The song ends and the DJ announces that it's time to go home. The crowd around me groans, and I look at Elisa knowingly and she takes my hand.
"I'll find Patrick and then I'll drive us home, okay?" She says.
"Can't we just call an Uber?" I ask, not wanting to put up with Patrick, her annoyingly cute boyfriend, and especially drunk Patrick. Drunk Patrick is even more annoying than sober Patrick.
Elisa sighs in exasperation, then says, "Give me like ten minutes. I'll meet you by the exit." Then she walks off.
I breathe in through my mouth, avoiding the scent of vomit and alcohol. Then I think, if I didn't want to smell vomit and alcohol, why did I come to a club?
To forget, that's why.
I make it to the exit, but not before someone puts a hand on my shoulder. I turn around quickly and come face to face with who I was trying to forget.
His dyed black hair is messy, his eyeliner smudged (I don't understand why he even wears the stuff), and his cheeks tear stained.
"Pete?" I say, exasperated.
"Ashton." He tries to hug me, his arms around my shoulders pulling me to him. I push him off. He smells like vodka.
"Pete. Stop. You're drunk." I say clearly to the man.
"But I miss you!" He cries so loud a few people look in our direction.
I pull him by the arm out the exit into the cold air. It feels refreshing after being inside with a bunch of sweaty drunks.
"Pete, what are you doing here? You said you were going straight edge."
"I missed you," he mumbles. "And uh...I need a place to go..."
I roll my eyes, now getting angry.
"So you came to a club?" I yell.
"I was hoping to find you, and I did. Can I come home with you?" His eyes tear up, and I know it's just the alcohol in my system, but I start to feel for him.
"How long?" I ask, looking down.
"A few nights. I was staying with Joe and he kicked me out after I..." Pete stops, trailing off.
I don't even ask what he did, I just say, "one night for sure, Wentz. It's up to Elisa after that."
Pete throws his arms around me, his stench filling my nose, and I pat his back softly as Elisa and Patrick come out.
Elisa looks at me in shock. Pete's still hugging me. Patrick is playing with Elisa's black hair. 'One night.' I mouth. She opens her mouth in disbelief.
"Please? Joe kicked him out." I whisper softly. Pete is still holding me, now playing with my hair like Patrick is Elisa's. She glares at me for a moment, then nods.
"As long as you get him in the car. He's your responsibility."
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yea and i was gonna write more but just kinda left it here idk i kinda like it
