Fourteen Days

Chapter 4.

One hour and forty minutes later, we were clinging to each other as we tried to stay on our feet. We were both tipsy and in very high heels, and we couldn't stop laughing. A few people had passed us, and they had all given us disapproving looks, which only made us laugh louder. 

Kaylee was wearing a black corset with a matching miniskirt, and it made her legs stand out, especially with her red heels. Her lips were painted in the same red colour, along with her long nails that were definitely professionally done. 

Someone was trying to get some tonight. 

"Did you see the way he looked at us?" Kaylee giggled as soon as an older man was out of earshot. He was walking his pug, and it had been really hard not to bend down and start petting the lovely creature. 

"Yes, he definitely needs to get laid!" The remark only made Kaylee giggle more, and she clung to my arm to keep from falling down. Luckily, we made it to the dock a few minutes later, which was already loud and full. People were smoking and talking loudly by the fence, and I could see a lot of people on the other side. 

The dock had been the towns main source of income back in the fifties, and now it was an abandoned area where teens got together. Down by the water a bonfire was going, and I could see a lot of kegs lining the fence further to our right. A large table stood further down, probably filled with vodka and anything people would want. 

Even though everyone knew what happened here, the police rarely stopped the parties. They probably had better things to do, and in a town where they knew everyone - it had to suck being the one calling the parents. 

"Maybe we shouldn't have finished that bottle you brought?" I asked as we walked through the fence, and Kaylee managed to get a smoke without even stopping. 

"Of course we should have, which is why we did it!" 

"You might like the whole wasted thing, but I like actually remembering things from my night," I laughed, as I pulled her with me towards the table. She inhaled the smoke and blew out a large puff of air in my face, then grinned.

"So do I, I just like getting laid a lot more." 

She ran towards the table, and I followed her while laughing loudly. She was on a mission tonight to forget herself and her troubles, and I couldn't blame her. I wasn't the only one here with family drama. 

The heavy smell of sweat and alcohol brushed over me as I slowed down by the table, and I barely registered as Kaylee pulled me towards a group of girls dancing in-between the table and the bonfire. I laughed loudly as I threw my hands up in the air, and swirled around next to my best friend. These were the nights, the kind of nights people made songs about. Loud music was playing, people were dancing around me - and everyone was having fun. It was the perfect party to remember Caleb. 

The only light came from the bonfire, and it made the whole place seem mysterious. I could see some people trying to start up smaller fires around us, so they could easily see each other. I also noticed a couple of people making out. They were all having fun, and remembering. 

This was a typical American high school party with red cups, and I was sure that if I looked around more, I would find people doing body shots off of each other. People were dressed in slutty outfits or skinny jeans like me, and then there were the cheerleaders. I saw a few of them on the dance floor, all seniors, and they were wearing tight dresses that stuck to their bodies so nothing was left to the imagination. 

This wasn't my kind of crowd, and for a while now it hadn't been. Even during high school while Kaylee danced the night away, I would sit outside staring at the sky with our second best friend, Grace. A girl none of us had talked to in almost a year, and apparently, she wasn't even coming home for the summer. We had this unspoken deal not to talk about her, but I wondered how she was doing.