Stranded

Chapter 27: Who Cares?

[Don’t I deserve a vote/shout-out/comment/follow/fan or everything for double-updating? –Shelly Styles]

 

Erin’s POV

All ten of us gathered near the SOS sign for the bonfire when the sun has already set. Forming a big circle around the bonfire that we all helped in making, Niall happily rationed food, apparently to leave more for himself. The dinner itself was quiet, since we were all busy shoving food inside out hungry systems. The lively noise and chatters only came up after Louis and Rae have put away the left overs and clean up the place to make space.

“I miss going to parties.” Louis said out of the blue, staring at nowhere.

“Me too.” Niall agreed.

Harry’s hand shot straight up. “Me three.”

“Yeah?” Liam smirked, mocking the three. “Which part of partying do you miss most? The disgusting smell of puke? Dirty restrooms? Noise? Random people spilling their drinks on your clothes?”

I couldn’t help but smile at myself. So this is One Direction?

“We get it, Li.” Louis said, partly rolling his eyes at him. Poor Liam, getting a lot of eye rolls lately.

Harry barged into the conversation again. “Why not cite dancing all night with sexy ladies, drinking and hooking up—” He was supposed to add more but seeing the disgusted look on my face, Louis put him to a halt by clamping his hand on his uncontrollable mouth.

“Why don’t we have a small party?” Lea suggested. Everyone looked at her as if she was again saying things sarcastically. “What? I’m not kidding. Do I look like I am?”

“Yes.” Angel replied. Everyone nodded, making her sigh.

“Come on people, learn how to live. In this island, no one cares about your age. It doesn’t matter how much you drink because, guess what? NO ONE CARES. It’s okay to fuck up, get drunk and have a two-day hangover. NO ONE CARES.” She stood and walked around as she explained. She was telling the truth, yet I could sense the irony in her voice, but nonetheless, she is right. It’s true. NO ONE CARES.

Story of my life, eh?

“That’s a very bad idea.” Liam said, shifting on his seat awkwardly, looking very much uncomfortable. I feel him. I hate the thought of the things he stated a while back myself.

“It is a very good idea, actually.” Louis said, opposing him. The look on Liam’s face was still weird that Liam had to convince him. Bribe him, that is.

“C’mon, Li. Let us have our party. I’ll tell you where to find a surf board.” His eyes gleamed as soon as he heard the words ‘surf’ and ‘board’ come out of Louis’ mouth. Louis’ beamed at once, knowing that he had Liam falling into his trap.

“Okay.” He said, making the guys holler and the girls, except me, of course, squee in joy. “BUT no throwing of bottles, fighting, lap-dancing and stuff like that.”

“Ew.” Lea flinched. “Of course not.”

“Well then, let the party begin!” Louis darted to the ship happily.

Oh, no.

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“Oh yeah, dirtbaaaaag!” Niall sang, exaggerating the song intentionally, obviously having tons of fun. He grabbed Liz’s free hand, entwining his fingers with hers. He started twirling her around, as if they are dancing, making poor Lizzie eventually dizzy. She almost fell forward, but luckily, he ended up bumping with Niall, who pulled her close to his chest to keep her from tumbling down. They laughed as Niall held her on both arms in attempt to control her.