So... [H.S FANFICTION]

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Unknown number 04:03am: So... it was a Saturday in May. Me and a bunch of friends walked around this unfamiliar neighborhood, searching after some party to crash onto even though we weren't invited. We are never invited since people know how much chaos we can cause, but that makes everyone loves us too, you know? Anyway, finally we found this huge mansion where some dude had a party, I don't even remember his name, and I guess he was way to drunk as well to even remember we were there plus other 200 drunk people.

Unknown number 04:05am: I got lost, basically. My four friends disappeared into the crowd and the only door I found that didn't lead to some bedroom where strangers were fucking, was out to this huge garden. And it was lifeless, which still surprises me or I was just to drunk to actually notice anyone. The garden was sick, by the way. Big bushes, a sick ass pool between some high trees and surrounded by some lamps, which isn't the fucking point of this message at all what the actual fuck.

Unknown number 04:10am: Anyway! I found myself with a beer in my hand walking around this garden, enjoying my loneliness in the warm and silent night. And then, out of a sudden, this very drunk girl caught my gaze. What did cause me to actually see her, was the fact that she had fallen of the hammock that were hanging in-between two smaller trees. I didn't actually walk up to her in the first place, but began laughing, which now I feel slightly sorry for, but the sight of it was indeed funny. You see, she was laying there, her head against the grass, her right leg looking totally dislocated and her arms were spread out against the grass, her lips behind the big wave of blonde hair leaving sounds of groaning. Oh, and don't forget the whiskey bottle laying next to her.

Unknown number 04:12am: As every other gentleman, of course, I helped her up, while dying of laughter. She was soon back in the hammock, soon pulling me down next to her to have something to support on so she wouldn't fall of again. She didn't say much, was drunk as shit, but mumbles of a guys name left her red colored lips a couple of times. She told me she hated him, she told me that she was a strong independent woman, which made me just laugh even more at her since her very drunk.. condition. But since she was very hot in that black dress she wore and was actually funny, I didn't leave.

Unknown number 04:14: I suggested her a cigarette, but she denied it telling me she was a good girl and never smoked. I suggested her some gum, which she gladly accepted. I asked for her name, she changed the subject by drinking the last of the whiskey bottle, pointing out how disgusting it was before she began talking about my tattoos. She didn't make sense, she was drunk, she was totally wasted. But honestly, very.. entertaining at some point and I grew fond of her just by the ten minutes I could spend with her and look at her, having her arm intertwined with mine so she wouldn't loose balance and fall again.

Unknown number 04:19: Honestly, I was getting ready to get at least a kiss from her. But you see, ten minutes passed, and she passed as well. Her head fell onto the most inappropriate place for a drunk guy (though I didn't complain), on my crotch, drawling too in her sleep. Did I see more of her? No. Because, the minute after that a group of girls came outside and gave me glares and bitchy looks before they took this girl with them, not even bothering answering my question of what the girl's name was.

Unknown number 04:21: But luckily, I do know people. I soon found out her name, and got her number. Call me whatever you want, stalker, psycho, or just a very handsome and cheeky young man. So... Hi there, Anastasia Ryder. Remember me? Because I sure as hell remember you, since I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since the last time I saw you.