Perfectly Mine

Chapter 3

It was 6:15 when we drove into the city. It was everything we had imagined. The lights illuminating every building we could possibly see, billboards lit up with advertisements, bands, and movies. Along with people. Families, homeless people, sidewalk acts, women that looked like strippers. Guys that wore leather jackets, black pants and white t-shirts.

Lucy and I spent our first 2 hours walking around, watching small bands in cafes, watching street performers, admiring the beauty, and we did a tiny bit of shopping. Nothing major, but we just got a typical tourist souvenir. A postcard.

As we were walking down one of the streets we saw a huge lit up sign. It read “City Vibes”. I could hear the guitar and drums from outside. Knowing we had a lot of time, we decided to go in.

Walking through the building was a journey itself. It smelt of cigarettes near the entrance and bar, and blue and purple lights shined down onto the floor. It was a bar. But it wasn’t like the bars near us that had old, divorced men who drank there sorrows away. It was filled with young adults from the ages of what looked like 15-25 years old. Many were dancing, while some of the older people were getting drunk and high.

We sat at a small, round table around the perimeter of the people dancing. Admiring all of the people having fun dancing, enjoying themselves. Couples laughing, some making out in the corner.

We got up and danced like nobody was watching. We could never do this back home. That would be equal to being caught wearing white pants and you get your period. Laughing, we walked back to our table and we noticed two guys sitting at our table, staring at use with amused grins on their faces.

“Um, Excuse me. This was kind of our table that we were sitting at.” Lucy spoke. She always was the first to speak. She sounded so innocent though, which wasn’t common. She almost sounded scared or intimidated by them. I don’t know why though.

The guys kept their amused grins. One had spiked up, what looked like black hair, but it might have been dark brown. He had brown eyes, and he was wearing a black t-shirt under his black leather jacket. He was looking at Lucy. The other guy was looking at me. He had brown hair, now long, but not short. Blue eyes and was wearing a grey t-shirt under his black leather jacket.

“Oh would you look what we have here. Never have I seen two girls from preppy-ville in this club. And one has a little attitude.” The one staring at Lucy spoke. He was still grinning.

“Well it looks like guys are the same everywhere. Except you guys aren’t in football jerseys.” I stated as I rolled my eyes.

“No. We aren’t anything like the wimps you call men.” The one staring at me spoke. They were strange. They would’ve been thought as bad-boys in our school, but they seemed to fit right into the city.

“Oh really, because you seem to think that you can just insult girls just like they do. That makes you no better.” Lucy replied sharply. She held anger in her eyes as she glared at the spiky haired boy.

“Oh no. We just don’t often see two girls from the snobby rich area, actually enjoying themselves in a crap-hole like this.” The grey shirted boy added. He was attractive. I actually liked how he didn’t think I was weird for dancing. It was unusual for me. Usually guys would laugh and make fun of me and Lucy for having fun.