Fading Away

Chapter Eighteen

     

      Tonight was the night of the party. I mentally groaned when I stared at my closet. You see, I'm not good with people. Especially drunk people. Things get out of hand when you're drunk.

          I pulled out a plain grey cropped top, black skinny jeans, and my leather jacket. I changed my clothes into the outfit and walked into my bathroom.

    I sighed and started to curl my hair in beach waves. I put on a bit of makeup and put dark red lipstick on my lips. I pressed my lips into a thin line and blew a huff of air out.

        Nick said he'd pick me up at 8:00 and it was 7:43. So I grabbed my phone and keys and went downstairs. 

        It has been 2 and a half days since I've seen Evan. Maybe he had finally left. If he did, I'd never forget him. He has a real spirit. Just talking about him makes me smile. But I wish he had stayed. I know he's a ghost and he can do things that are unbelievable. And that there will soon come a time where he will leave and I will never see him again, but Evan special to me. I don't know how to explain it. He just makes me feel all mushy inside.

       I sat on top of my kitchen counter and drank a bottle of water. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this." I mumbled. That's when the doorbell rang. He's here.

     I jogged towards the door and opened it. Nick was leaning against the door frame with a smile on his face. "Hello there, beautiful. You ready?" he said.

       "Ready as I'll ever be." I frowned and stepped outside. I locked the door and walked with Nick towards his car. He opened the passenger door for me and hopped in on the other side.

        "You look amazing,  by the way." he said. "Thank you." I grinned. He started the car and drove off into the street.

      I took that opportunity to look at his attire. He was wearing a black long sleeve d v-neck  shirt and dark blue jeans with black boots. Nice.

     "So how's uh.. Evan?" he asked out of the blew.

      "He's uh...he's good." I said. Well I'm was hoping he's doing good.

***At the party***

     We arrived and parked the car by the sidewalk. When I stepped out of the car, I suddenly felt this tight feeling in my stomach.

       There were beer bottle glass shattered in the grass.  Girls and guys were fighting in the front lawn. Who knew what was inside of the house.

     "Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked Nick. 

    "Of course, why wouldn't it be?" he smiled.

Does he not see any of this?

      Every single step we took towards the front door, the music seemed to grow louder and I became more anxious. 

      We walked inside the house side by side and looked at our surroundings. People dancing and grinding to the beat of the music, couples making out against walls, and people playing drunk games.

       What a lovely sight.

    "Typical." I mumbled.

        I felt a hand touch the lower part of my back and I turned to there direction to see Nick. "You want anything to drink?"

       "Oh no, no thanks I'm good."

         "Okay, I'll be right back." he said.

      I looked around once again and bit the inside of my cheek. Before Nick could walk away I grabbed his arm

      "You know on second thought,  I think I'll have a beer." I said.

      "Okay, don't go anywhere." he walked off.

        I actually wanted to have a good time as crazy as it seems. Let loose and not care about anyting around me. I guess that's what alcohol does to you. It makes you forget things that you don't want to remember. It easily just numbs the pain. And now I see that that is exactly what everyone arou d me was doing.

      Nick cane back with my bottle of beer and kindly thanked him. I took a sip of the liquid and felt it burn the back of my throat. I hear a bunch of guys call Nick's name and see him start to smile. He slowly walks away into the crowd of people,  forgetting my presence.

   Well this is nice.

       I continued to sip my beer when I felt somebody brush up against me. "Why hello there."