Wings

June 19, 2013

Sometime between the past and the present, my week with Adam came to an end. It was spent in a shroud of love and amazement; full of long hikes, dinners, and nights in with the love of my life. I cried on the way back to Wyatt today. I knew that we could not stay there forever, but did not want to face that fact.

As of today, Adam and I are almost two months clean from cutting. It's also been almost a month since the last time Adam was on pills. He has been ecstatically happy lately, but I'm not a fool- I know that it won't last. The anniversary of Danny's death is quickly approaching, and I have an uneasy feeling in my stomach that he won't be very okay.

Last night, my phone rang around ten at night. I answered, to hear Kimber's voice.

"Hey, Syd," she said plainly, her honey voice filling my ears.

"Hey," I answered, absentmindedly picking lint from my jeans. "What's up?"

"I'm going to this party, it's supposed to be pretty mellow. Thought you deserved to get out a little."

I contemplate her offer, and agreed, acknowledging the fact that I probably won't be doing anything else tonight. She tells me that she will be there soon, and sure enough, she shows up in under 15 minutes. I throw on a thin, gray sweater and ripped shorts, and made my way to her car.

I opened the door, swinging onto the leather seat. I looked over at Kimber's short blue hair, noting that she had obviously been changing hair colors lately. Kimber winked at me and flashed me her trademark smirk, then began our drive to who-knows-where.

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We pull up to a normal suburban house; white clapboard, large porch. Kimber sauntered her way to the door in her usual fashion. She was clad in a black beanie, shorts with tights underneath, a tank top for the Pixies, and two layers of jackets, a denim one and leather one. I admired her never-ending ability to pull of any item of clothing she stumbled upon.

I followed behind her, and she actually knocked on the door for once instead of acting like the party was hers. A girl in a beanie and flannel shirt answered the door, greeting both of us warmly. I complimented her on her lip piercing, earning me a small smile. We walked into the living room, and I immediately liked the group. There were only around 10 people, some dressed like Kimber and the other girl, some dressed in more soft grunge clothes, others dressed in bohemian, hipster, and just plain cute clothes. Everyone was sitting on the floor, laughing and smoking cigarettes while soft indie music played from afar.

I sat down next to the girl who opened the door, named Carli, and managed to somehow strike up a conversation with a few people. Some faces I recognized from school, others were from the neighboring towns and had been invited by their friends. On accident, I made eye contact with a dark haired girl across the room. She had a face like a cherub, with full lips, doe eyes, and a petite nose. The girl was dressed in a jewel-necked maroon dress, accented with black lace. Her thin legs were framed with white knee socks, and I for some reason had a tinge of envy. The girl looked strangely familiar, though I could've sworn I had never met her. The girl cocked her head, then rose and approached me.

She smiled, and stuck out a hand. "You look super familiar," she laughed. "But I can't put my finger on how I know you."

I laughed. "Yeah, I've definitely seen you before."

The girl laughed, then stuck out her hand. "Anyways, nice to meet you. My name's Lindsay Bretter."

Of course. I had seen those big green eyes before, but not on such a feminine face. "Of course, that's how we know each other!" She looks confused, and I explain, "I'm Adam's girlfriend."