My Best Friend [COMPLETE]

Chapter 13 - Parties and Taxi Cabs

We arrived at the party, where there were already more than forty people there. I stepped out. Thomas was jogging around with a hand on the small of my back. We walked in, and one of his buddies greeted him.

"EEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYY! THOMAS!!! YOU MADE IT!" he was yelling.

"Shawn, man good to see ya. You're being really loud."

"Oh. yeah, sorry."

"How many drinks have you had?"

"Uhhhhh..." he counted on his fingers. "Ten. Maybe more. I forget." He replied.

"That's a lot." I commented as we moved on.

"Eh, for Shawn, not so much." Thomas said as we walked past to the dance floor. The music was good, at least.

Watch me as I dance under the spotlight

Listen to the people screaming out more, and more

Cuz I create the feeling that keep 'em coming back

Yeah I create the feeling that keep 'em coming back

So captivating when I get it on the floor

"I LOVE this song!" I shouted over the deafening music.

"Want to dance?" Thomas asked, grinning.

"Yes, I would." I pulled him to the dance floor, and we danced, at fist like Middle Schoolers, only really jumping around, and then High Schooler, closer together, and finally, like College Students, having a blast, not actually caring what we were doing. I started singing the lyrics.

"If you really want more scream it out louder, If you're on the floor, bring out the fire, and light it up! Take it up higher! Gonna push it to the limit gimme moooooore!" Thomas had stopped dancing, and started staring at me in awe.

"I didn't know you could sing."

"That's because I don't sing much."

"You should. You have a great voice." I blushed, pulling him off the dance floor. We obviously weren't dancing for a while.

We talked, danced, ate, drank (for me non-alcoholic, I can't say the same for Thomas), and then decided to leave. We walked out to the curb, and I pulled out my phone.

"Hello Taxi service? Yeah, I'd like a taxi at 433 East Rekabuke Street." I waited.

"Okay, ma'am. We'll have someone to you up in ten minutes." I hung up the phone.

"Madalyn, where are we going?" asked Thomas, half asleep on my shoulder.

"Home. And you are going to bed when we get there."

"And you're coming with me." he said.

"No, I'm not, Thomas. I'm going to my bed when I get home, but I have to do something first. You, however, are going straight to bed."

"Oh, okay." He plopped down on the sidewalk. I sat next to him. We sat there for a few minutes, and then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head.

"Wow, and the face is better than the bod." grunted the guy who had tapped me.

"Leave me alone, creep."

"yeah, leaver lone." said Thomas.

"Thomas, it's okay." I rubbed what I hoped were soothing circles on his back.

"No its not, he's hitting on my girlfriend." he said, starting to stand.

"Look, dude-"

"Anderson. Cole Anderson"

"Okay, Cole, you should go."

"Why? Because you have a boyfriend? " That was it.

"No; because I asked you to go away. You are bothering me and my boyfriend. But at the same time yes; I do have a boyfriend. However, even if I didn't I would never go out with you. Ever. You are way gross." I fumed, shouted, and turned heads.

"Well, someone has a temper. Are you on your period?" he made a face at me.

"NO! You shouldn't assume that just because a girl is putting you in your place that we are PMSing. How would you like it? Huh? Anytime you get mad someone asking if you were on yours? It's not fun. Just realize you are in the wrong. I mean, I know that for boys, admitting you're wrong is hard, but you need to. You are way out of line." I turned on my heel as the taxi pulled up. I pulled Thomas up, who had sat in awe watching me yell.

"Wow, you're awesome Madds." He said, walking to get the door for me. I slid into the eat. The driver was only about thirty years old. The cab wasn't too dingy, but it wasn't clean either.

"Where to?" he asked in a New Jersey accent.

"651 Gringenham Street."

"Right." he started the engine. It was pitch black out.

"Um, sir, shouldn't your headlights be on?" I inquired.

"Nah, no need. I'm excellent at seeing in the dark." Oh, great. I'm going to die in this taxi cab, I swear.

"Hey, beautiful." said Thomas, interrupting my train of thought. He draped his arm across my shoulders.

"You called?" I laughed.

"Yeah. I like that you weren't afraid to stick up for yourself. I like you."

"Are you even more drunk now then you were when we left?"

"Prob'ly. I was handed a cup of- of-"

"Thomas? Thomas!" he passed out. Crap. I hope his drink wasn't spiked. He was asleep next to me. Hopefully he was just passed out from alcohol.

"He okay?" asked the driver, turning around.

"Eyes on the road, please."

"Don't worry, sugah, I know this road like the back of my hand. He turned around and slammed the brakes, before an earsplitting, deafening crack rang through the air. I grabbed onto Thomas, and secured him to the seat more than he was, my seatbelt yanking my backwards, and I hit my head on the hard plastic just above the seat. that'll hurt.