Falling Too ~ Josh Dun

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Allison POV

It was 4 pm the next day. I hate weekends. I thought to myself as I finished washing the dishes at my kitchen sink. There's so much pressure to have fun and do things.

*Flashback*

"Come on, go to the party with me" Lilly from my study group bagged after the last lecture on Friday. So far she is the closest thing I have to a friend at this school. "I know you won't be doing anything else." Lilly tugged at my arm. I hated to admit it, but she was right. I wouldn't be doing anything else, furthermore, I couldn't think of a valid excuse at the moment.

"Fine, I'll go with you," I said with a defeated sigh. Lilly clapped her hands and grabbed my phone to punch in her number. "How on earth did I decided to be friends with such an extrovert?" I mumbled quietly enough that she didn't hear me.

"I'll text you the details tonight!" Lilly started to walk away with a winning smile on her face. "I'm real proud of you for leaving your house, Allison!" She shouted back at me with a sarcastic smile on her face.

I snapped back to the present. I started to chew on my lips as I realized I only had 3 hours til Lilly would be happily knocking at my door and whisking me off to awkwardly stand in someone else's house while everyone around me got drunk.

"Fantastic," I muttered. I wandered back to my bedroom to decide on an outfit. After a few rounds of trying something on, hating it, deciding not to go, then convincing myself again. I finally landed on a pair of dark purple jeans, a gray sweater with a white collared shirt under it and a maroon beanie that my mother knitted for me last Christmas. I put on music while I did my make up and started to regain some enthusiasm for going to a college party until I heard a knock at my door. My stomach dropped and it became too real.

I heard Lilly's excited voice from the opposite side of the door. I cautiously walked towards it, picking out my excuse for canceling as I did. I opened the door, "Hey Lilly, I gotta cancel. I have a horrible stomach ache." Which at this point wasn't really a lie anymore.

"You are not dropping out now. I know that that is an excuse you made up to stay inside and mope around. I won't stand it." She said barging her way into my apartment.

"No really, I think I'm getting the flu," I said furrowing my brow, trying to make my performance more convincing.

"Oh please, you have makeup on and you're dressed. Those aren't the actions of an ill person. Grab your shoes and let's go." Lilly said this last part sternly. This wasn't the first time she's coaxed an introvert to tag along with her I'm guessing. I sighed once more as I grabbed my purse, phone, and shoes and headed out the door with Lilly close behind her.

In the elevator, anxiety hit again when I scanned Lilly. She was the perfect vision of beauty. Tall but graceful, long blonde hair that always fell around her shoulders in big beachy waves, stunning blue eyes, and always a perfect and full face of makeup. I felt dwindling in comparison.

I offered to drive that way I could leave when I wanted to. Aside from when Lilly gave directions to her friends Evan's house, I was lost in thought the whole way. "You'll go in for 15 minutes, say hi to three people, eat one slice of pizza and leave," I promised to myself.

When we pulled up to the house it was only 7:30 but the fall weather made it be pitch black and very cold outside. I could hear music blasting from the house and if I unfocused my eyes towards the house it seemed like there were thousands of people milling about.

"Loosen up a little" Lilly said shaking my shoulder as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Yeah, that really isn't my deal," I said trying to regain some confidence.

I walked in next to Lilly and immediately my senses were overwhelmed. The smell of alcohol was overpowering my ability to think properly. I could feel the beat of the music in my chest, but not in a good way. There were people everywhere. Taking shots in the living room, eating greasy food in the kitchen. It also seemed about every other person was making out with someone. "It's not even 8 o'clock and everyone is hammered." I thought to myself, "This is going to be a weird and sober night."