Stally Fan-fiction

Chapter 9: This Changes Things (Pt. 2)

Tonight seemed like as good a time as any to get drunk. I know that's kind of moronic to get drunk because Stevie didn't reciprocate my feelings but I wanted to just forget today and have fun. Having one night just for me, and not glancing over my shoulder to catch a glimpse at that beautiful girl was what I needed to begin the moving on process. I went upstairs and grabbed my older, beaten up acoustic guitar from my room. I grabbed a few picks that I wouldn't miss because they're bound to get lost in the hands of drunk musicians.

I texted Shannon and asked her if I was getting a ride or if I would have to call an Uber. She replied, "Can't, setting up and already getting a little tipsy, sorry." That bummed me out but I couldn't always expect a ride, it's just a pain to have to drive in LA. It's always crowded and God forbid it's raining because everyone just loses their shit.

I took an extra hour making sure stuff was put away and nothing could trip me on my drunken stumble up to my bedroom that will most likely happen later tonight. I grabbed my phone, phone charger, and some extra guitar strings in case they snap tonight. I can sometimes be one of those people who wants to bring their whole house just to be prepared for whatever situation but I've been getting better at not doing that. I called an Uber and just waited outside, guitar and bag in hand. Not even ten minutes after calling did a black four door sedan pull up in front of my stoop.

I grabbed my guitar and went and hopped into the back. The Uber driver was a middle aged guy with an unshaven, dirty beard wearing a football jersey and listening to a sports talk radio. I handed him a slip of paper with the address of the party and made very minimal small talk. He didn't seem to notice when I lugged the guitar into the car but he finally became aware of it when I picked it up to make sure it was tuned (I had forgotten to check).

"Oh, you're one of those fancy LA musicians?" He asked in a heavy Brooklyn accent.

"Yeah, I play music." I tried to be as vague and curt as possible. I had nothing against him personally, I just didn't like small talk and I'd prefer to just to be left alone with my thoughts for the ride to the party. This guy, however, was going to make that very difficult.

"Oh, okay, cool. So I hear all you LA folks love Starbucks and vegetables, is that true? I only moved here a month ago. I'm an Uber driver until I find a job I like. Thank God for GPS, amiright?" He said, laughing hard at that, for some reason. While making a turn he took the time to glance back at me and give me a once over. "So, uh, you got a boyfriend?"

I sighed. I didn't want to tell this guy that I was a lesbian because he seemed like the type that'd say "Well, you just haven't been with the right guy yet." So I just muttered an "Uh-huh." This was the most awkward Uber ride and this drive seemed never-ending.

"Oh, bummer." He said pulling up to the party. There were already cars filling up the parking lot so I made my way out of the Uber as fast as possible. I think the driver tried to say "So, you know, if you and your boyfriend ever break up..." Before I slammed the door and jogged to Shannon and Cammie's front door. I had to ring the doorbell twice before anyone answered because the music was so loud. Cammie answered, obviously laughing at someone else's joke, and holding something alcoholic.

"I'm sorry." I stated quickly.

"Sorry for wha-" She asked as I grabbed the drink from her hand and chugged it. It burned but I kept going anyway, and I think I swallowed a mint leaf. I finished the glass in under a minute and the aftertaste was like a bar of soap that had soaked in vodka. "Oh, okay, then... Here," she shut the door as I walked in and led me into the kitchen. "Go ahead and get yourself a drink and bring me a new one please?"

"Will do." I said before placing my guitar down next to the fridge. There were a lot of people here that I didn't recognize and I think that was a good think. I could get blackout drunk if I wanted and no one would really care. I didn't really know what Cammie drinks so I just saw some dude with the same kind of drink Cammie had and asked him if he could show me how to make more. He was a nice and shy guy so I thanked him and went to find Cammie. I found her in the living room on the couch talking/yelling to Shannon, Heather, and two other girls who I didn't recognize. One was a tall pale girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, the other was a shorter tanner girl with dark silky hair and coffee colored eyes.