Irregular

Chapter 2

         "Zinn!" Macy shoves my shoulder. "Gosh, you sleep like you're dead."

I open my eyes, unaware of where I am. "I feel like I slept for hours?"  I rub my heavy eyes. "What restaurant did you guys choose?" I grab Macy's hand to steady my landing onto to the ground from the vehicle.

         "Um, Andrew's friend's house." Macy turns her head away from me and mumbles.

I rub my eyes and my mind finally catches up with everything that was going on around me. Blaring music, people running in and out of the front door to this gigantic house, and the delightful smell of cigarettes and alcohol visit my nostrils unwelcomed.

         "Mace," I whine.

         "You can whine to Andrew. This was his idea." Macy grabs my hand and begins to walk inside. "Just drink! You'll feel better."

         "No!" I snatch my hand away from her. "You know this is not my kind of party, and I am starving!"

         "Zinn!" She snaps in my face. "Calm yourself!" She rolls her eyes. "I know you have social anxiety or whatever, but this could be a good time to get over that."

         "This is not the kind of place to do that at."

         "That's what the alcohol is for." She leads me inside and into the kitchen. "Drinks and food. You have no excuse to not want to be here."

Macy snatches up a solo cup and dances her way into the living room, leaving me in alone in a stranger's kitchen awkwardly hovering over the Dorito's.

Andrew approaches me with a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other. "You okay?" He asks.

He reeks of so many different smells. "How long have we been here?" I ask.

         "An hour - Maybe a little under..." He squints his eyes trying to remember and or focusing on me. It's hard to tell. "Possibly a little over..."

         "Okay, well can we leave?"

         "Why?"

         "Because I don't want to be here. This isn't my kind of party. Actually, no party is my kind of party." I say shoving Doritos into my mouth. "Plus, I am so thirsty and there is no soda here."

         "Why don't you just have fun?" Andrew mumbles.

I focus on his eyes that seem to not be able to focus on mine. "Andrew, are you drunk already?"

         "Probably..." He giggles. I laugh too; drunk Andrew is my favorite.

         "We're leaving soon, okay? I am starving and I want a bacon cheeseburger."

He gives me a thumbs up and stumbles away.

I guess I can let them two have their fun for a little while. Besides, it is kind of entertaining watching wasted people try to do every day normal things, like sitting down or even walking.

You would think the smell of cigarettes would be the thing bothering me. But honestly, it is the disgusting noise the sound of two peoples faces shoved together that is making me want to vomit. Therefore, outside is the best place for me.

Grabbing a handful of chips, I step out onto the front porch of whoever's house this is to get away from the grossness of two people making out. I bet they don't even know each other. Or better yet, I bet they don't even know they are even making out in the first place. Ha. That's not even funny.

First thing I see is a bonfire. Not a bright idea for this kind of party. This kind of party, not a bright idea.

Bonfires are fun. Fires are fun. Getting caught on fire, um, I would say that is probably not the most fun thing to ever happen, to myself. However, you know if that shirtless lady full of stupidity and alcohol dancing over the flames of the bonfire just happened to slip and collide with flesh burning thing that is the child of gasoline, I would say it would be a fun experience. Not for the girl, obviously, but for someone, like myself, who is a good distance away from the fire and the dancing girl who gets burned in my fantasy, might look back in ten years and sigh at the thought of the good ole teenage days when other teenaged humans fell into fires.