Infinitely

v

"Look where you're going, imbecile." I muttered to myself in disgust and beeped at the seemingly underaged boy behind the wheel.
Marcus' house was just around the corner yet I couldn't move a metre from where I was standing. Who ever decided to give 16 year olds licenses was an idiot. They can barely do algebra and you expect them to drive a complex vehicle.
I made up my mind to park where I was as it showed impossible to get any closer. I turned off the engine and slammed the old car's door shut. The cold bit at my skin as I made my way to the front door and rang the doorbell.  I waited for what seemed as 2 minutes and proceeded to knock on the door, trying to get past the music. Nobody answered. Not much I can do now. I tested the door knob and pushed the metal door open. Music filled my ears and the stench of alcohol was unbearable. I pushed through the crowd looking for Sophie, yet didn't find her until I reached the basement door. Her shrieking laughter pierced the walls and I knew undoubtedly - it was her.
I slowly pushed open the door and searched for the light switch. Finding nothing, I clung to the railing and made my way downstairs, one step at a time.
They were sitting in a circle, centre of the room. Some on the floor, others overlapping each other on the couches.
"Lena!" Sophie exclaimed and rose from Marcus' lap. He seemed strangely joyous and approachable.
"Hi, Soph." I replied and smiled at everyone else. She guided me to a space on the couch and began introducing the people.
"I'm sure you know Marky." She giggled and he raised his bottle in acknowledgment. "This is Nick and Stevie." The two boys waved at me and resumed to their conversation, "Angela, Pheobe, Clara." She pointed to the three girls, they all had nearly fluorescent hair and seemed more of one person than three individuals.
"Hi, I'm Lena, nice to meet you." I said and showed a pursed smile, they all relied with a "hey" or "nice to meet you" and I felt like we could be friends.

"So how was your babysitting job?" Sophie giggled and jabbed me in the stomach.
I tried to duck from her alcohol reeking breath, "it was okay I guess." I replied cautiously and reached for a drink.

"Oh come on it's not like the girl has a crazily hot older brother." She joked and kissed Marcus on the cheek.
I looked down and fiddled with the Coke can. Sophie paused and probably started having an asthma attack, "oh my god, she has an older brother doesn't she?" She gushed and squished Marcus' thigh beyond belief, he even groaned the slightest. "Tell me everything, is he hot, do I know him?"

"He's okay and I don't know, he goes to a private school." There was no way I was confessing of finding him attractive, I would never hear the end of it.

"He's ... Okay? Really Lena? " she raised an eyebrow in disbelief and stared into my soul.

"Ugh okay, he's cute, really cute actually but if you start annoying me I swear to god I'll never talk to you again." I could feel my face heat up and my palms sweat against the cold surface of the can. For a solid thirty seconds she just stared at me, until an animalistic screech escaped her lips and she raised her bottle.

"We must drink to this, friends, Lena's finally found herself a man!" Everybody stopped what they were doing and began cheering and clapping. I couldn't stop myself from joining into the laughter and succumbed to the manic behavior and strangely vulgar yet funny jokes.

These people didn't seem real, their personalities were those of a fictional character and friendships stronger than duct tape. Being in their presence felt like being in bed on an early Saturday morning and even though I had just met them, I'd never felt so comfortable - in hind sight , maybe it was the alcohol.

Nick and Stevie were the most comical pair I've ever met. Hearing them talk was like listening to a scripted comedy show and their stories turned heads from other rooms. Phoebe, Angela and Clara were great. Phoebe, the girl with glowing red hair, styled in an "Amelie" cut, was constantly picking at her nails but whenever she spoke, you could not ignore it. Angela, bright blue hair and a perfect middle parting, would hit everything in a metre radius from her while talking with her hands. Her long, lanky limbs would swing, hit and pick it up, as if an instinct to fix whatever she had just broken. Clara was a masterpiece in itself. The purple headed girl spoke with such elegance and grace that even describing her shit would make me tear up.
The night didn't seem to end, the hours dragged on by and with every second I liked it even more. Suddenly, the music from upstairs stopped and you could hear drunk shouting. Everyone looked at each other and with confusion slowly crept through the basement door.
On the first floor was chaos.  Drunks shouting at group of boys who didn't seem to belong here. They were all dressed in anything similar to Hollister and reeked of expensive cologne.

"Get out, they party isn't for you." Said a boy named Greg.

"Move your drunk ass, we've got beer." Replied the intimidatingly tall boy and suddenly the air was clear. Everyone started cheering and whatever anger was in the hosts face, disappeared. My school welcomed the people who I assumed were from Westland as quickly as they came in through the door. The room became twice as packed and twice as hot. Sophie and I looked at each other, knowing that this was our cue to get going. As loud and rowdy as Sophie could be, places like these were never her scene.

"How do we get home?" I asked her, directing my voice over the pounding music.

"I've got no idea." She replied and scrunched up her nose, looking around.

"Are you not sober enough to drive yet?" Asked Angela, downing her nth beer.

"I've had like 5 drinks, no way I'm taking my chances." I replied and turned around on the balls of my feet. "I mean we could stay a bit longer and find a designated driver?" I proposed, not really sure of the plan myself.

"I suppose so." Hesitantly replied Sophie, looked at me and grinned, "it is a Saturday night, let's have fun!" And she bounced off into Marcus' arms.

"Let's have fun" I muttered and took a swig of my beer, before joining her in the dancing crowd.