Sometimes, people die. Sad, but true. As I stand in a pew, mother crying beside me, headphones hidden in my ears behind my long, curly brown hair, I think of my uncle, cold, and dead. He lays in his casket, hands folded, looking sort of... Solemn. You see, my mom's brother was a very rude man. Stuck up, beat his wife when he was drunk, smoker. I could count the number of people here at his funeral on my two hands (give or take a couple toes). As I rub my mother's back while she hiccups and sobs and hiccups again, i sigh in disgust of what he was like. His closed lips hide his rotted teeth and decayed gums from chew and cigarettes, and his hair was thin and gray, even though he kicked the bucket at age 42. Liver failure. Surprising, I know. You'd think two fifths every day would be totally fine for your body. Granted, I get a little carried away on the weekends, but a seventeen year old girl can only handle so much alcohol before it comes back up.
At the last house party that I attended, I remember jamming to some Secrets (one of my favorite bands), in my headphones on the couch. This guy came up to me and sat down, nonchalantly resting his arm across the back of the couch, behind my shoulders. I didn't mind much. Shot him a glance, then went back to my music. He was shit-faced, I could tell immediately by the glossy sheen on his eyes and his vacant expression that he wouldn't remember making a move on me.
"Hey, I'm Dan." He said. (Though it more sounded like "Hay, ahm Dane"). I looked over at him to see a pair of glazed eyes gazing back at me. I pause Aaron Melzer's screaming and respond with a simple, "Andi." I got up, and nothing else was said to Dan. He'd regret it if he could remember.
Towards the end of the night I proceeded to have a couple more drinks than I should have, grind on a few pretty attractive males, include making out into some of that grinding, go upstairs to a vacant bedroom, and pass out.
Now, standing here with my mother who knows nothing of my man-grinding, shot-downing ways, I feel kind of bad about my lifestyle.
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Secrets
FanfictionAndi has a lot of things hidden from other people. Her mom, her friends, everyone. But when she goes to a SECRETS concert, (Her favorite band, also hidden from her mother), and meets a boy like no other, will she spill everything about her past?
