perfection

last known part of perfection

I'd not told anyone about my little slip up, and I'm keeping it that way. I didn't feel up to drama, especially with this splitting headache and grossness in my stomach.

What time even was it? 8:30, dark outside, I think everyone was partying at least.

I shut myself in one of the bedrooms an hour ago, right after the....thing. I sighed, plopping on the bed. I'd been pacing. I was also bored.

I decided I'd step out of the room.

I opened the door, walking directly towards the banister, and peering over. "Yo!" I yelled over, the sight was great. Everyone was dancing to some retarded music and having fun, but it was honestly a happy scene displayed before my very eyes.

Everyone cheered up at me when I yelled down. I saw all my friends, I saw Morene, I saw Kaden and Rianne holding hands, and I saw Jake looking at me. He was wearing a chocolate brown hoodie, smiling at me. He waved and I waved back, of course, then ran down the steps carefully.

I walked to him, Morene approaching us. "Hey guys," I said, smiling brightly. Suddenly I felt better, nothing plagued me, I was free from myself finally.

"Hey, Ryanne," Morene began, "you got some of that weed left?" She raised an eyebrow. "Hey, hey wait. Enjoy yourself, the night is young, my friend." I tipped her a fake hat, and winked. She started laughing, then soon the three of us were all laughing.

"C'mon guys, let's go get our dance on," I said, glancing between her and Jake. "Okay, yeah, let's do this," Jake was in favor and Morene

I quit writing this a little over a year ago. If you want more of my stuff, check out stonerkitkat. I'm writing a story closely related to this one. But don't be fooled. Read "not always perfection" to find more out. Thanks for all the support on this (terrible amd cringy) story.