11:43; Corey Haim

Part Two;

It's Saturday morning, 8:30am and I can already tell Monica's going to ring our house phone ending up with me having to get out of bed. For the last 20 minutes I've just been sat in bed contemplating my life, something I do pretty much everyday and I usually end up getting really upset.
Groggily walking downstairs I hear the phone start ringing, just in time. Too fucking loud though, I've only just gotten up for gods sake.
"Hello." I yawn, already knowing its Monica so there's no need to be overly polite.
"I'm coming over at 3, ok? The party starts at 7 and you're definitely coming, no backing out. Love you." She rushed, before hanging up.
"Looks like I can't back out now." I muttered to my self, still staring at the phone in my hand.
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"Goodmorning sweetie, pancakes or waffles?" My mom questions, beaming at me.
"Uhhh, pancakes. Thanks mom. Also, Monica's insisting that I go to this party later that starts at 7, can I go?" I answered, looking up at my cheery mother in her giant dressing gown and monstrosity slippers.
"Of course hun, enjoy yourself but just don't be out too late. You know your dad doesn't like that." She chirps, pointing over to my Dad.
"Huh?" My oblivious dad looks up from his copy of 'Burbank Times' as his glasses slip off the bridge of his nose.
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10 minutes later I'm stood in the shower and letting the hot water pour over me as the windows steam up, almost washing away my thoughts.
After changing into shorts and an oversized dark green shirt I head downstairs to wait for Monica.
"Heyy, I bought my outfit do 'ya have any idea what'cha wearing tonight?" Monica asks, striding into my living room.
"Not exactly. I'm thinkin' of the short navy dress with some converse if it looks okay." I reply while trying to think of what to wear still.
"That'd look cute, try it on then we can get ready and do our hair! I'm super excited for tonight, but I promise next week we'll have one of our famous movie nights because I know you don't like parties Meri so thank you for comin' tonight." She pulls me into a hug, that's the thing with Mon: you do something for her, she'll do something for you like listen to me bang on about endless actors she has no idea about.
After curling my hair at the ends, and straightening Monica's, we start on our makeup. I never do much so it's usually just eyeshadow, liner and mascara but seeing as I'm doing something social for once I've put a nude lip gloss on and some concealer, as well as making up my eyes.
"Meri you look stunning! We've got an hour till it starts so we might as well go to the diner or somethin' and grab a burger."
"Thanks Mon, we better get off to the diner then." I reply, grabbing my purse and taking one last look at myself in the mirror before readjusting the laces on my navy converse.

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By the time we've eaten our Burger and Fries from 'Bobs Big Boy' [an actual diner in Burbank in the 80s ahah] it's  already 6:55 so it looks like we're going to be fashionably late? I guess.
Harrison's house is expensive, lavish even, it's the type of house you pass in the car and imagine yourself living in as it's got everything, even a Mazda sports car just to add.
As we enter the house is already crammed with sweaty and hormonal teenagers, the majority of them barely dressed I notice that as we pass literally every person offers me a drink in a stereotypical red cup, god only knows what's in it. Familiar songs such as Elton John and Joy Division are blasting out into the open, almost hurting my ears.
5 minutes in and I've already lost Monica, I'll probably come across her partaking in beer pong or some variety of drinking game in a minute. As I'm trying to make my way through the crush of bodies a far gone drunk boy starts grinding on me, if you can call it that because he's just sloppily pushing himself against me. I get a glimpse of him and just looks confused to me, I wouldn't be surprised if he passes out in a minute.
"Jesus Christ what's wrong with these people." I mutter to myself as I scowl at him and attempt to shove him off.

3 and a half hours later and I officially can't handle anymore of this. Don't get me wrong, I like to have fun but for me fun isn't getting so drunk I'm falling over myself while grinding on random people and I get parties are cool for some, that's totally fine but they're just not for me. I like to explore, go to diners at 2am and do as many crazy things as I can. I've had about 3 drinks but I'm feeling fine so I take one last glance around the area for Monica (still no sight) before deciding to set off.
I don't really feel like going home yet so I decide to take a walk around the area, I'm pretty sure my parents won't mind if I'm not home for a while anyway seeing as it's only 9pm.
I've never been here before so I can't say I know where I'm going as I stumble through a dark woody pathway, feeling as if about 20 brambles have pricked me in the process. Half an hour later I end up in a peaceful field behind the woods, which leads out to have a full view of the whole town and all its bright lights and neon signs ahead. In awe I sit down on the damp grass and sigh, questioning what I'm doing as I listen to the chirp of a few birds followed by the distance noise of an ambulance.
Wanting to get a better view I clamber up a wooden fence, not knowing what's on the other side seeing as it's nearly pitch black. Finding a few foot holes in the fence, I manage to haul myself up and perch on the ledge which takes the most strength I've probably pulled together in years.
I check the time on my watch, it's 11:40, later than I thought. My dad is going to kill me.
It's really beautiful up here, I make a mental note to remember where the hell this place is because if I'm honest I feel as if I'm in the middle of nowhere, I've never seen anywhere so serene in Burbank.
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Of course though, the moment doesn't last long because me being the clumsy oaf I am manages to loose my footing and all stability resulting in me falling face first off the fence on to the other side.
"FUCK." I yell, way to loudly as I look up and see about 3 birds fly away squawking from the sudden noise.
"Shit. Shit. Shit." I continue, assessing my cut hands which caught on the ragged wood of the fence.
Of course this wouldn't end well, typical. Nothing I do ever does.
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"Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my back yard?"

[A/N-I really like this chapter, it's a bit slow at the start but I'm excited for the next one;)) AND I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVE LICENSE TO DRIVE OH MY GOD]