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Update: I'm currently high as a kite in a club in New Jersey with Noah. Wait, scratch that, I have no idea where that dick head is.
I squinted in the directed this Sadie, girl was looking. I soon realized it was the boy on stage. The guitar guy. The hot guy.
"You won't believe that girl." He said, almost stumbling over off of the stair case, with a hickey on his neck. I stared at him, as did Sadie. He had freckles, dark hair, and was drenched in sweat. He had beautiful brown eyes, except one was blue. A light blue. Like the blue highlighters Noah had in second grade. I wondered if they were contacts. I think I almost drooled.
Shit! I thought, wiping my mouth.
"Okay there red?" The boy asked, looking at Sadie. She just gave the boy a blank look and raised an eyebrow. He then looked at me, licking his lips in a way that I couldn't help find attractive. "Who's the new girl?" He tilted his head up, as he asked the ginger. "Fuck off Finn." The girl spat. Finn. Pretty name. I thought softly, making a smile grow on my face. "Oh, I, gotta get going," I say, struggling to stand up. "See you round, Mills." Sadie winked, almost bumping into the wall as she skipped off.
I had to find Noah.
Where the hell was that pot head?
Don't get your hopes up, I don't think Noah has ever done pot in his whole life.
I stumbled around the large club, using walls as support for my upper body. I bumped into at least five people, making me more dizzy as I did so. "S-Sorry," I stumbled backwards as my head hit the shoulder of a guy. It was Noah. "Millie?" He sounded really high. "Noah." I spun around, facing the opposite direction he was in. He put both hands on my shoulders and spun me around, making me actually face him this time. "I'm over here." He said. "Oh." I hiccuped. "What took so long in the bathroom?" I hiccuped again as he led me outside. I piggy-backed the boy as we both sloppily walked back to the motel, singing and whistling like drunk clowns down the empty street.
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10:09 am.
I sat up in bed, sweating like a pig, and breathing intensely.
Noah made a grunting sound as he shifted over beside me. "Noah!" I said, tapping and poking his back. "Hmmm." He groaned, slapping my hand away. "What happened last night!?" I whisper-yelled into his ear. He jumped up, frowning at me. "Sorry." I say quietly, laughing slightly. "Piss off." He growled, stuffing his face back into his pillow.
I say cross legged up in bed, slouching over Noah. I noticed a big framed poster above our bed. It read in big bold letters:
The best of 2002:
And then it showed a picture of a porn star or some other nasty shit. Why would they put that in a hotel room?? I thought.
"Noah c'mon." I poked him again. "Where are we going?" He groaned, finally sitting up. "Well, I've had some thought," I say proudly. Noah rolled his eyes and lay on his back, his head hanging off the side of the bed. "Just here me out!" I say. "Now that we've settled here, I thought we could go exploring, meet some people!" I say happily. "What? It's not like we moved here Millie." Noah sat up. "Well, last night, at that club, I met a girl. Her name was Sadie, and she was cool." I explained. "Fine." He blurted out. "What?" I ask. "Fine. You can go out and meet some people if you want." "God you sound like my mom Noah." I chuckled, hopping around the room with one sock on, struggling to find the other. "I'm just saying Mills, I feel like I'm to fucked up right now, and I need to let loose a bit." He stretched. "Look who's finally branching out." I say sarcastically, making him bright red. "Do you mind watching Eliot? He's been a dumbass since we got here." I pleaded the boy. "Will do." He called from the kitchen.
