mood rings

maroon

maroon- this person is very frustrated, upset, and maybe even confused

"How was it?" Ralph slurred, holding onto the side of the stage for support.

To be honest, I wasn't really listening. My mind kept wondering to Kyle, and how bad it was of me to not follow him.

"You guys were great." I grinned, my eyes trained on the door, just hoping he would walk back through them.

"You're waiting for him to come back." Ralph grimaced, his eyes finding where I was looking.
"Come on Dan. We both know you're too much for him. And I mean that in the best way possible. Come on, let's find you someone." He grinned.

Ralph then grabbed my wrist and led us across the street to a club.

My palms began to sweat at the sight of the club. Heavy electronic music made my ears feel like they would burst, everything seemed to be glossed in a layer of smoke, girls in tiny dresses winking at me as we say with the rest of To Kill a King.

"Hey Dan!" They shouted, the three other guys already smashed. "Hey." I grinned, taking a shot of the clear vodka.

It burned, but the memory of Kyle's upset face that seemed to be burned into my head needed some numbing.

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"Shhhh." I hushed, fumbling with the keys, the small metal lock proving difficult. Ralph couldn't keep himself from honking his piece of shit car.

Finally I heard the click of the door unlocking, but it wasn't from me. The door swung open, my mother in her night gown greeting me at the door.

"Look who's finally home." She smirked, moving so I could get inside the house.
"Which dead beat friend were you with tonight? Ian? Josh? Oh wait no it was Ralph wasn't it?" She smiled, her face illuminated by the small lamp.

"Will you just shut up." I laughed, not in the mood. The thing with mom is she enjoys busting me.

"Are you drunk?" She asked, smirking again.
"Yes I am bitch. Now goodnight." I giggled, and ran to my room, locking the door.

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The last thing I remember before I passed out was finally piercing my tongue like I had always wanted. And that's it.