Tattooed Boy. || ENG

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It's the weekend and probably the first time in forever I decided to visit a party voluntarily. The last exam of this semester was written a few days ago and I literally studied my butt off for it. I really need some time to rest and free my head from all the bullshit going on.

My best friend Ann wasn't too happy when she heard I wanted to use a party to do so; especially since she knows what happened last time. So she offered to come along to have a look at my consumption. She really is the cutest.

It's not like I'm the huge party and outgoing kind of person, but she's way more inexperienced and shy than I am. Just as innocent as Jisung probably thinks I am. Jisung? Why is he even bothering me in my own thoughts?

Okay. Rewind. Delete. Enter.

Where did I stop? Oh yes, exactly.

Ann and I at the party.

Its host is one of our schoolmates who decided to use his empty house to celebrate the finished exam phase. It is – as expected – more than crowded here. The house has an average size but quite a big garden in the back. However, it seems like the crowd consists out of the whole year. But the fact that there are faces I've never seen before makes it obvious that the guests aren't just relieved students.

Ann's hand is wrapped around mine tightly as we walk through the crowd in the garden. It's a warm late spring night. "This is what you call fun?" my best friend asks yelling in order to be heard over the noise of people talking and laughing and loud music playing.

I shake my head. Usually I don't but my sister taught me quite well that parties can be a good way to get rid of some stress – at least if you're not getting drugged.

"Nope, but it's acceptable if you had some of these" I reply as loud as I can and raise the cup in my hand. The third one already. Our host prepared quite a nice bowl of punch but since it's already standing in the hallway for a while I don't dare drinking it anymore. Who knows which ingredients were added. Instead I switched to less fruity and harder liquids.

A while later Ann and I sit on a bench somewhere in between the crowd which had cost quite a fight to get. A guy – apparently his name is Mike and he's in one of Ann's courses – helped us and is now sitting with us, jauntily talking. He's only slightly drunk – at least that's how I see it – and seems friendly.

Ann is taking the cup he's offering just now, and I see her blushing. Oh. That's interesting. It must be the guy she's talking about then and now. Mr. Loverboy. Really interesting.

They keep talking but I don't bother listen. First of all because they yell only loud enough for them to understand each other and also because I don't want to disturb the lovebirds. Just as I'm about to take a sip of my cup, I see Ann spitting out onto the grass in front of us. She starts coughing.

I turn towards her, surprised and confused at the same time. Mikes laughs loudly and is even about to fall off of the bench.

"I thought it was water!" Ann yells in embarrassment and I can't help but start laughing too.

She really is innocent. I doubt there's a bottle of water left where it can be seen, after the owners of this house left it and their son behind for a weekend.

"You better smell the drink someone's offering you next time" I tell her and keep giggling to myself.

She sends me death glares. "Says who?"

Immediately I start remembering my last party. "Oups. Well but I knew I was drinking alcohol, I just didn't know it was drugged."

She rolls her eyes, hands the cup back to Mike who tried hard to follow our conversation. I start laughing again. Not because something particular is funny but because ... yeah just because.