Music is literally thumping in my brain.It feels weird, I'm not used to this much noise.Im just used to my own little quiet world.
Me and Luca are walking to the back of the flat to meet the group.
If you didn't already know Luca is my "boyfriend" we occasionally kiss, hug and you usual bedroom "stuff" but other than that we hardly ever have any contact or speak to each other.
I don't know where there that's purely down to me for being.... Incredibly unsociable. But it's nice I guess... To have someone that's there but then again he is hardly ever there, but things are okay as they are for now. I guess.
We FINALY got to them, after pushing our way throughout the masses of sweaty drunks and stoners on the dance floor.
We pulled up some chairs and swung or legs over them and I rested my chin on the back of my seat.I have found that this is one of the best ways, to sip your drink from a straw in mainly because if the fact it hardly requires any effort what so ever.
Freddie was being his usual self, Siting in the corner drinking his problems away.Freddie has a lot of home problems, he lost his mum only a year a go last week... That must be tough. Maybe that's why he drinks so much, it not doing him any better to be honest only worse.
Char, well she's the one who is constantly on a high. She never comes down...never! She's absolutely bonkers, selling drugs to get money to buy drugs... I don't see how she does it.
Effy,she's like me I suppose.Quiet. Sad. Lonely. She stares into nowhere, I often wonder what's she's looking at. A couple of times I have spotter her sneaking a few glimpses at this hottie behind the bar. but in all honesty she doesn't have a chance with that self obsessed twat, he's always staring at him self in the reflective glass behind tho bottles of booze. I don't know how he doesn't see her staring at him some times. Maybe it's that big head of his getting in the way ?
That's "the group" not too exciting yet to to boring, just a happy medium. I seem to go back into reality and every one is staring down at me?
SHIT!
I collapsed.... How the hell did I collapse? When did that happen? Maybe it was after I took char's joint and took a huge breath of the intoxicating smoke.
Turned out they took me back to our place, this is when I realise that they do care. There is something behind there emotional masks. There is a soul in there somewhere.
Our flat is a shit heap! Empty cans everywhere, dirty plates, piss stains on the couch. It's worse than living on the street some would say. But you have to have some exceptions if your going to throw an EPIC party!
But with what comes with an epic party come shit after mass, police reports, getting thrown out of your flat, arguments, remembering what you did that night. That's probably the worst!
We all sobered up.
Are you kidding me? Like we can sober up in that amount of time after such a night.
We went to the town anyway to get some lunch. Turns out char spent the money on drugs last night. This is when everything started to kick off.
