unexpected - b.w.s

8. Memories

Unexpected - Chapter 8

When we arrived the party, I already regret this. I wasn't used to this kind of stuff. At all. The music was already audible from down the road. I felt the drinking beat in my ears, the bass in my whole body.

Katy had almost begged me to come, as I first started off by saying no. I didn't mention that I haven't been to a real party like this before, but it honestly scared me.

We walked in, and it's pretty much the same as every other party I've seen. Loud music, a smell of alcholhol and drunk teenagers. It reminds me of a party in some kind of typical american movie, but somehow also of Bradley.

My heart began to beat a little faster, as I regret it a little too much. I don't recognise any other faces. Not even a single one. But apparently Katy does, so she asked me to follow her.

"Yeah I'll be there in a minute, just go" I smiled, wanting to calm down a bit before. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and see a boy standing there with a little smile on his lips.

"Hey" His right hand was down in his pocket, and the other with a plastic cup in his hand.

"Hi" I smiled.

"I Don think I've seen you here before. I'm Kyle" he said, stil with that constant smile.

"I'm new, my name's Maggie," Again, I was surprised by people's kindness here.

"Well Maggie, would you like a drink?" He gestured. I nodded. He handed me a drink, and took a sip of his. He had mainly blond hair but hint of hazel in it. Blue eyes surrounded by a darker ring, and a smile on his lips. He was wearing a cowboy jacket with black jeans, and brown boots.

We stood and talked for a minute, and he was indeed really sweet. The way he talked was cautious. He seemed like the type of person who always was carefull about what he told ne. It was like he was holding himself back sometimes.

People were sitting on the couch chatting, some were dancing. The ground were littered with red plastic cups.

I decited too look after Katy, and I excused myself from him. She was nowhere to be seen inside, so I walked out in the garden. I glance inside, and is yet again overwhelmed by the amount of drunk people participating to this party. But outside, only a few people was talking.

I saw a guy, sitting on a bench all by himself. He looked vulnerable, a little sad by the bodylanguage. He was bending his back, lowering his head. He had short brown hair, along with a white shirt on.

He looked like Matt. Comepletely in trance with his presence, I believed more it was him. He looked like the day I talked to him, where he told me those unforgetable words.

Alcohol was rushing through my body, signaling my mind something other that it should be thinking. Two drinks were a lot for me.

A girl came and sat down on the bench beside him, he turned around. It wasn't him. I could see his face wasn't anything near.

Of course it wasn't. He's dead. He always will be. Nothing could change that, it was too late. Pain take over my body, as I think about it.

I just need to forget about him, but the memories came back. They seemed so much more real, than only remebering him. Those we shared together. I saw a vodka bottle beside me, it was moved with something else, something with berries. I took a big gulp of it, kept doing that, until the rest was down.

A burning feeling down my throat, but I just wanted to get all of those memories out of my head. I didn't care.