Pretty Lies

drunk on the mic

I have never been one to stay at home all day; the noises that my old house makes freaks me out, like a lot. And I've never been one to allow myself to fall in love quite as easily as I did. But we're getting ahead of ourselves here. You haven't even met them yet.

It was the summer. That's how all great romance novels start, right? It was much like a Romeo and Juliet sort of meeting, except with more tears involved and physically I still breathe to write this story as a warning sign to those who are tempted to fall for beautiful strangers. But for those of you who don't enjoy the lovey dovey things, don't you worry. There's a lot more to this story than "I love you"'s.

We were really late to the party, and I don't regret that at all;  we were too hungover and exhausted from the night before, but my best friend Lana desperately tried to convince me to join her as her plus one and meet new people. 

"You've done too much crying over that wank stain. Now get ready and lets go enjoy ourselves, just like we did when you made out with everyone at the club last night" Lana would say to me, until, eventually, I caved. 

We arrived at the scene late, and by that I mean someone was already on a gurney, ready to be taken to hospital the paramedics who had arrived at the scene earlier than we had. I didn't want to be that person that sits on a sofa and is confused as to why they even made the effort to go to the party in the first place, so I walked over to the nearest vodka bottle I could find and downed it like a motherfucker. 

"Relax. I'm 18. It's perfectly legal." I told Samantha, who I had just met and wanted me to take it easy with the drink. Looking younger than you are really puts a damper on things.

I must have drunk half of that bottle, because I don't remember the entire night like I should. There were all sorts of people there that night, doing all sorts of things and I wanted to try it all. I checked my phone when it reached midnight. 

The group chat was going mad. I was getting attacked by people who I cared about far too much for reasons you won't find out just yet. I started to look for Lana but she was nowhere to be found. My phone was dying so I grabbed the charger out of my rucksack, plugged it into a socket in the kitchen and hoped and prayed that nobody would spill anything on it. 

I was offered a lot of drugs that night. It's up to you  to decide whether or not I took them. Let's leave a chunk of this story to your imagination until I decide to put things a little more bluntly and into perspective for you. 

There were over a hundred people in that house that night. It was mental. I gathered that if I couldn't find Lana, she must simply be speaking to someone else. If I could recount every detail of that party to you and not have the people involved traced back, trust me, I bloody would. 

"For fuck sake" I said to myself in the back garden. I was so mad at myself for losing Lana and for having fallen over at least twice. My eyes were similar to raccoons' after having cried at the abuse I had been receiving, but I was still determined to have a great night. A guy I had met at the club the night before wanted to come join us at the party. He was cute and we'd kissed before and I wanted him there so I sent him the address. Around an hour later he arrived. 

We crept upstairs and dodged all the drugged up people who were going in the opposite way to us, including someone who time slowed down for as we made eye contact briefly.

I won't lie. I was very horny and I wanted to feel loved by the time we were in a bedroom, even if it meant in front of everyone who was using that room as a drug den. 

I told you this wouldn't be lovey dovey stuff...It's real life and it's honestly tragic, I know.  

Luckily for you, I will spare you the feeling you probably now have of something disgusting lodged in your throat at the mere thought that I would do anything like that in front of my friends. The guy stopped me anyway, and I appreciate him to this day.

Don't get it twisted; this isn't the man I really  fell for. He was simply an important start to this story.