He Was P(L)uke

3

"YOU. MAKE. ME. FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING A TEENAGE-"

"Dirtbag." I interrupted, glancing everywhere.

"THE WAY YOU TURN ME ON!" Calum sang, if that can even be called singing. He almost broke my eardrums. That's how bad he sung. The funny little detail about Calum is that whenever he gets drunk, he sings loud. Louder than usual. Louder than anyone. And that caused goosebumps to grow on my skin.

"Calum, are-"

"Shush." He interrupted groggily. "I got a new puppy. And he likes to eat my socks. Or my bras."

"You have mentioned that three times today, dude. That's enough." I replied. "And apart, you don't wear bras."

"I do!" He yelled in my ear. "My balloons need a place to rest!"

"How many shots have you had, Cal?"

"Zero. I'm not drunk. I'm half sure you're name is... Sacramento Judd."

"That's not even-"

"Yikes sorry, Elton John. I confused you with my dumb ass of a best friend. I'm your biggest fan, Elton. You're from the band... One Direction? Is it?"

"You're not sober, Calum."

"I'm sober... And half a shot." He said and began chuckling incredibly loud. I rolled my eyes and saw Luke filling his throat with shots of vodka. Oh and speaking of vodka, where the fuck was the bride? Let me explain why, please. Vodka and Kiera were the greatest of friends, like really. Whenever I went to Stacy's house and Kiera was sad, the bottle of Vodka would be sat on her legs as she downed her pains away. That happened not once or twice, but every weekend or so. And well, I wasn't really used to that. 

"Let's dance." Calum said snapping me out of my thoughts. I shook my head but he grabbed my wrists. "Please."

"No, Calum." I groaned, moving my arms from him.

"Please, Stacy." He begged. I gasped. I'm not Stacy. Dude what?

"My name is not Stacy." I sighed. I tried walking away but now he began making his puppy eyes. Ever since 6th grade, he would get what he wanted by doing his classical puppy eyes. He would get better grades, more candy from his parents, few home works, and even girls. That's how he got his first girlfriend Georgina; puppy eyes, nice smile, and good grades made that tenth grader fall for a guy 4 years older than her.

"Charlie, just this one song." He begged again. "It's your favorite." And I had to admit it was truly my favorite. The soft tune, light guitar of 'You And Me' by Lifehouse playing in the background. I sighed again. How many times have I sighed? I lost count.

"Just this one?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. He nodded with a big smile on his lips.

"Just this one. We haven't danced together since..."

"Prom." I smiled and placed my arms around his shoulders as he secured his hands on my waist.

"Oh those were days, man." He giggled. Calum began talking about how he met, whispering how he thought I was a nerd. I shrugged. We've been friends since I started wearing contacts, which was 6th grade. Calum and Luke were in the same football team, and Calum always asked me to wait for him in the bleachers. And well, at that time I had no better thing than to wait for him, so we sort of became friends just because I waited for him. 

Calum began slurring words that sounded like 'I'm not drunk. I just ate too much papayas' and 'Zayn Malik was supposed to marry me' which sounded amazingly funny. I giggled as he began flaring his arms until the whole song finished. Then came another one, and another one, and another one, until we reached 10 songs.

And dude, dance was never my strength. Well nothing ever was. And less when Calum can't stand still. I mean, who decides to dance with a boy who stumbles over you all the time and then says 'Sorry, I'm not drunk'? Second mental note of the day: Don't dance with Calum when he's drunk. It can end in an accident or him repeating the same thing over again. Just don't.

"Charlie." I heard someone besides me. I turned to look at Luke Hemmings who's eyes were bluer than usual. I contained my breath before leaving a girly squeak scape my mouth.

"Luke." I breathed out. Keep it chill, Charlotte. "How are you?"

"Drunk. Where's Ben?"

"Huh?" I shrugged. "I suppose he is with Kiera."

"Yuh, I saw them walk straight into the bar." Calum answered with a smile. Luke and him began chatting about football. When Calum found out about me having a slightly deep crush on Luke, he got closer to him and tried to make me approach Luke. But it never happened, and when Calum expected me to speak with them, I always stood quietly watching them talk about football and their dreams in life. And well they began discussing the players' salaries, which was the prefect cue for me to leave.

I began walking around the party, seeing a couple of people snugging, dancing, drinking, and other just staring at the wall. Since Stacy was nowhere to be seen (probably kissing her friend Mason Owen, who happens to be another one of the groomsmen) and Calum was having such a deep chat with Luke, I decided to walk outside for awhile.

-/-

After giving sharp turns in the grass, drawing things in the floor with the heel of my stiletto, and swiped a tree with my bare leg (leaving two scratches and one cut) for many minutes, Stacy came walking towards me.

"Let's get inside. It's really cold out here, Charlie." I nodded and walked with her back to the ballroom. I danced with her for a couple of minutes and then backed away to take a seat. Only two meters away sat Luke, with a stressed-out look in his face and red eyes. My father says that whenever you are drunk your mind does one out of two things: '1. Flush your worries and pains' or '2. Your worries seen to over drown your mind'. I guess that was happening to Luke in that moment. Maybe his dog Molly died, or his parents were fighting again because Mrs.Hemmings prefers Harry Judd, my father, over her own husband. Or it was probably because I'm too darn hot and we are two meters away and he's so close but so far away at the same time. I guess we will never know.

"I'm going for a drink, 'kay?" Stacy asked. I nodded with a smile and kept looking at Luke with expectant eyes. Suddenly, a white little creature jumped from a window and came walking towards me. I began petting the cat with my right hand, eyes still glued to Luke until he catched me staring at him.

I shook my head and turned again to my white little furred friend.

"It's going to be a pretty long night! Isn't it, mate?"