Sleep well tonight

4. One glance was not enough

Chapter 4

The Wanted - Glad You Came

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I stood by the table with a drink in my hand and watched Mike Dane making a fool of himself by dancing on his parents’ tiny coffee table. People around him clapped and whistled. I just shook my head in disapproval and let out a small laugh. I lifted my glass in the air cheering as his eyes met mine and he instantly started to make some strange twisted moves that, I guess, were supposed to look sexy. He fell. I laughed so hard, that I almost choked on the punch in my mouth.

I shook my head a little to him again and dragged my eyes away. Half of the people were already wrecked, others decided that it’d be about the time to spin a bottle, play ‘Never have I ever’ or do some other dirty stuff.

I gasped when someone kicked me in the leg. Quite hard, I have to say.

“Her dress is sooo cool, isn’t it babe?” someone mumbled behind my back.

I span around to find a couple sitting on the armchair. There was a girl with light brown hair, almost like honey and even sitting she looked tall. She smiled at me weakly and I could tell she was totally wasted. A guy next to her sat on the arm of the armchair with the girls back pressed to his chest. He held her tightly, stroking her hair and not moving his eyes away from her face. She looked wrecked and he… he looked sweet. So sweet, that for a second I felt like something hit me hard straight in my stomach… or rather, somewhere in the middle of my chest.

I was kicked again. That was like a wake-kick. I blinked a couple of times and looked down just to find the drunken girl was kicking me. Not hard, but still…

“Your dress is sooo beautiful…” I looked at her; she was smiling widely, sounding pretty honest.

“Um…thanks, I guess.” I stammered with my probably confused expression.

“You look so hot in that dress, doesn’t she, Matty?” she said suddenly reclining her head to look at the guy.

He ran his hand through her hair one more time and left his fingers there, in her wavy strands. Then he lifted his eyes to me. Our eyes met as he said, “Yes, sweetie, she does.”

The girl giggled and rested her head on his chest. It seemed that it was really hard for her to keep her eyelids up. The guy, Matty, smiled at me gently and put his cheek on the top of her head. “Sorry, she’s a bit drunk,” he whispered to me.

“No, I’m not,” the girl said smashing all the letters together; she nuzzled her head in his chest and sighed.

My guess was that she fell asleep, but the guy kissed the top of her head and winked at me mockingly saying to her, “No, of course you’re not.”

I stood there, looking at those two, or rather at him, with blunt expression on my face and couldn’t find a word to say. It was not like he was extremely beautiful, totally hot or anything. He was… strangely sweet, cute even.

I was at the awesome party. I looked hot as hell. I had a wonderful boyfriend who was in another state at that moment, staying at his granny’s with his sister. I honestly felt happy most of the time, never had a reason to weep or pity myself. But at that moment, at that right second I could feel my heart throbbing.

I looked at him, at his sweet childish face, at his hand stroking the girl’s hair. I couldn’t take my eyes away, even when I felt a knot rising up my throat.

I felt lonely. Like never before.

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I was walking down the illuminated path, a paper cup of punch in my hand. There were hundreds of little lights hanged up on almost every brunch of trees that grew in Mike Dane’s garden. It was really pretty nice to watch, though they were no competitors to the night sky above, full of little sparkling dots.