Almost

The Day I Leave

Tomorrow's it. The day I leave this blasted town for good. It's only been two weeks since I woke up to you at the party held for my sister.

After a couple of hours things started to come back to. I remember you coming over and asking why it wasn't a joint party.

"Aria!" You weaved through the crowd of teenagers to stand over my sitting form in the corner. I hadn't wanted to be here, but my mother insisted it was the one thing I could do for my sister. The sister who was currently making out with her boyfriend in her room. 

"What are you doing on the floor?" I had taken residence on the floor in the living room, my back pressed against the corner by the window. "You do know that there are plenty of chairs, right? This is your house, after all."

"I've decided to hide here until all of these people exit the house. If you couldn't guess, I loathe this entire situation." My eyes roamed over your form. You were wearing one of the infamous flannels and jean combinations and had a red solo cup in your grip. I guessed it was probably beer from the keg in the kitchen, while mine was vodka and cranberry juice. I needed something strong to survive all of these idiots. 

"Happy birthday, by the way. I noticed your name wasn't on cake. Nor were you blowing any candles out. Although, it is a bit weird that there was a cake. Aren't you guys turning eighteen?" I laughed at how genuinely confused you were. 

"Yes, but I'm sure she was feeling childish. You know, because of the fetus she's currently carrying?" It took me a good two minutes to remember that was supposed to be a secret. "Oh.... maybe you didn't"  I honestly couldn't care. 

I'd already had three drinks and felt the need to drink more. My head was starting to become dizzy and my feet felt heavy as I stood. It wasn't until I had stumbled into you that I realized you were in the same position.

We stumbled to the floor and rolled in a drunken mess.

 From there things got blurry, but I'm sure things got hot and heavy. I've been avoiding you like the plague. I don't think I could ever face you again after everything. You saw me at my worst, and you saw me naked. It was like we were married. 

But we weren't. And after tomorrow, I don't think we'll ever see each other again. At least I'll have the satisfaction of having one good night with you, even if I can hardly remember it.