Blue Sky's Black Star's

Not my idea of fun

9:25
I tossed my phone on the couch and groaned whilst flopping down onto the chair along with my phone.
Turning on the tv, I went through the many many channels.
Nothing.
Scream 2 was on. Shrugging I put it on.
"Ugh. Why couldn't there be anything better on." I mumbled to myself.
"Boo." Someone whispered into my ear making me jump and shriek. I fell off the couch and onto the floor. My blanket was wrapped around my body and it was over my head.
"Come any closer, and. I. Will. Shank. You. With. My. Phone."

A bark of laughter met my ears and I pulled the blanket off my face.
"Alex you are such an asshole. I swear to god, next time you do that, I will castrate you."
He came over to me still laughing at my sprawled position on the floor.
"D-do you need s-some help?" He couldn't contain his dorky evil laughter.
I glared at him.

"You're probably gonna try and scare me again!" I got up and turned down the volume with the remote.
"I'm here to pick you up," he winked.
"Why...?"
"Party."
"Alex," I warned.
"Oh cmon, Silver. It won't be any fun without you. And Micah is a boring human  when you aren't there. Trust me."
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my phone and shoved it into my pocket.
"I'm too tired."
It was his turn to roll his eyes.
"Pleaseeeeeeeeee. Please please please please pleaseeeeee!"
This boy, is extremely annoying. But I guess that isn't anything new for him.
"What if I come for only thirty minutes. Will that satisfy you." I sighed.
He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. "If you want to satisfy me you're gonna have to try harder than that."
I gave him a flat look. "Do you want me to change my mind?"
He shook his head frantically.
"That's what I thought."

After changing out of my sweat pants into some leggings, and throwing my hair up into a messy bun, I was ready.
I didn't need to change my shirt or do my makeup or anything so I was ready in ten.
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Ew.
How is this anyone's idea of fun.
I covered my nose when I walked through the door of Anderson's house.
It smelled of sweat, alcohol, perfume, weed and many other gross things I couldn't really describe.

It was packed.
And that's an understatement.
"Why the hell did you bring me here?!" I yelled over the loud bass of some song playing through the speakers.
Alex smiled widely. I don't think he heard me.
I motioned for him to come closer and he obliged.
"Why, in the hell, did you bring me here?!" I repeated again, this time more louder.
The song changed and it was left with the slight silence.
... Except for my loud yelling.
That is, until the couple minutes passed and another song began playing again.
Some people around us slightly looked at me with an expression of annoyance.
Oh come on, they're worse. Practically freaking grinding on me. I should be the one judging.

Alex laughed at me and I felt my face heat up. "Ass." I mumbled.
"Ow. I heard that." He had a ghost of a smile on his lips still.
"How the heck could you hear me mumble that? But when I freaking yell at you over this annoying music, you can't hear me!"
He shrugged.
Sigh.

We went into the kitchen and he walked over to the fridge and took out a Budweiser.
"Ew." I scrunched up my face.
I took it away from him.
"You are my designated driver, are you not?"
"Wellllll,"
You've got to be kidding me.
"Alex!"
"Silvia, you gotta let lose. Here," he opened the fridge again and passed me a cooler.
"I don't drink."
"It's just a cooler."
"It still has five percent in it,"
"Stop thinking. Just do. Let loose."
I lifted a brow at him.
"Fine." I opened the can and just when I was gonna take a sip, it was taken away from me.
"Uh uh uh."

"Micah!" Alex cheered.
He glared at Alex and placed the drink down on the island.
"Dude, what are you doing. And I didn't think you were coming tonight, Silvia."
I shrugged. "I was forced."
Micah's right brow lifted, "forced?"
"Yeah, this ass-"

"Micah! Babe." Some girl ran into the kitchen and jumped onto his back, almost knocking him over. He let out a grunt but managed to catch himself from falling. 
"Angela, you seem a little drunk," he set her down on a stool at the island.
She hummed, "Mm... Just a little bit Hun." She slurred.
The party only started almost a half hour ago and people are already shitfaced.

I went to the drying rack and grabbed a glass.
I filled it with water and placed it in front of her, "here, this might help you." I smiled at her and she gave me a lazy smile back. "Thank you," she quickly guzzled it down and she passed out.
Right on the table.

I laughed and shook my head, "goodness."
I looked at Micah, he just shrugged. "Usually she passes out more later but she had a head start on the drinking I guess?"

We made our way out into the living room.
That is, bringing Angela with us so we could keep an eye on here.
Half way through a song, Alex and Micah left me to go do something, leaving me with her on the couch.
Angela snuggled into my shoulder and sighed.
"Oh. Those guys owe me big time." I groaned and tipped my head back on the couch.
Next thing I knew it, Angela heaved forward and threw up.
All over my shoes.

"Shit!" I jumped up and she fell asleep again on the couch.
I shook off most of her... I don't even know what that is...
And walked to the front door as fast as I could.
"I'm sorry!" I bumped into someone's shoulder.
The guy swore and looked down at the floor at his, now spilt, drink.
When he looked up I almost jumped for the third time tonight.
I didn't think I was gonna see those bright blue eyes again.

"Silvia," his smile was wide, he forgot about his drink and was now looking at me.

"Uh..."