The entire place was packed with reckless teenagers; all of them either drinking, dancing on tables, gathered in groups, making out or playing stupid party games.
Austin had not expected there to be so many people. He had hoped for thirty kids, tops, but this was more like a circus.
These people did not look like the normal students he saw at school almost daily either. It was like someone had slipped something into the water system and turned the party into a nineteen-seventies disco party orgy. Half the population was half naked, making out and doing other unspeakable things on every available surface.
It was getting nauseating real fast.
The music blasted over the speakers deafeningly. It was a wonder that the police hadn't come to shut down the party.
Austin watched from the top of the stairs as people danced and grinded on the dance floor. Actually, it was more like dry humping. No one in their right mind could ever call that dancing.
Noah and Claire had left a while ago to fetch some more alcohol since there was not enough for everybody, it had been running out so fast. They had left Austin behind to be in charge, in the fear that these horny, drunken idiots might accidentally set the house on fire. It would be very hard to explain if his mother came back to find a puddle of smoky ashes where her house should have been.
As nauseating as watching the couples kiss was, Austin still longed for a certain pair of lips to kiss. He was almost sure Noah's lips were dusted with crack -he just could never get enough of them. He was feeling lonely.
His mild O.C.D. was starting to act up a little bit. The entire configuration of the house was amiss, not the way he was always used to it. But it wasn't strong enough to have his brain and nerves going cattywampus. He managed to fight it.
He raced down the stairs when he saw some drunken girl pick up one of his mother's favorite vases and start to play with it.
"Hey, can you please put that down!" He shouted as he approached her. She had her back towards him and he could not see who it was.
"Whyyy.." She slurred, "It's so round ...and shiny..and ..and really pretty. I want it." She said as she tried to hold it closer to her body but her hands were too wobbly and it started to slip.
"No!" Austin screamed as he leaped to catch it but he was a second too late and it crashed to the ground, breaking into a million little pieces.
He heard the girl gasp while he simply stared at the pieces that were once the beautiful, antique vase which had been his father's tenth anniversary gift to his mother.
"I am dead!." Austin finally spoke, but his eyes remained wide and fixated on the mess on the floor.
"Oops!" The girl said as she knelt down by the broken vase, "D-do you.. like ...have glue? We can totally fix this." she looked up at a gaping Austin. All he could manage to do was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.
"Max?!" He recognized her, "What the hell!" he yelled angrily at last.
"Oh...Austin! ..Sorry about that." She was obviously too drunk to sound or look remorseful.
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Teen Fiction*THIS STORY IS UNDER COMPLETE RECONSTRUCTION.* Prickly, sarcastic, self-aware Austin is roped into a risky dare by his best friend that leads to one of the most frustratingly eventful days of his young life. Not one for attention, Austin has prefer...
