Drunken Miracles

Sex.

It was such a widely used word. Like love, or shit. Everyone used it, no one fully understood the effects.

In the dictionary, there was three nouns for the word. The most fitting one for the situation at hand was - the instinct or attraction drawing one sex toward another, or it's manifestation in life and conduct.

The teenage version was banging a hot chick on a Saturday.

Taylor Weaving leaned against the wall as she sipped the liquid from her red cup angrily. Leave it to her best friends, Mitchell and Kally, to get her tangled up in the totally cliche and completely ridiculous party. As soon as they'd arrived, the other two had ditched. Gone, like the wind.

Taylor mused over her thoughts, giggling because she was slightly tipsy and because she always did weird shit when she was drunk. Which she had been twice, in total.

Yes, Taylor wasn't the biggest party whore out there, but she found them boring and stupid. Who wanted to get trashed and then wake up the next morning puking up vital organs and trying hopelessley to remember their night before?

She shuddered. Imagine waking up in your underwear with a strange itch in the privates, just like Mitchell had a year ago at his football captain's, her ex-boyfriend Adam's first big party of the year. Luckily, they'd found sand down his boxers, instead of something he'd have to go to the doctor's for. Considering his aunt was a nurse, that would have been pretty funny on Taylor's account. She could just see the scenerio, telling your aunt your ball's itched because of the party you'd snuck out to attend.

Yeah, Mitch would be grounded until graduation.

Taylor sighed, looking around the loud room. Half of her senior class was there, as well as at least a hundred others. They were grinding, dancing, drinking, playing beer pong, you name it. She even spotted Misha, one of her good friends, but unfortunately a cheap drunk, removing her top.

Looking into her cup, Taylor frowned, remembering the words of her two best friends a few hours earlier that had gotten her so mad.

"You need to chill out, T." Mitch smiled, a hand on her shoulder.

"What do you mean? I do chill out." Taylor replied, miffed. Kally gave her a flat stare.

"Reading books and jogging isn't 'chilling out'."

"Says you-"

"Says every teenager!" Kally cried, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "What you need is to get laid."

Taylor gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth. "What the heck, Kally?!"

"You do," Mitch nodded gravely, his arms crossed, looking like a concerned parent. "Ever since you and Adam broke up, you've been up tight. Honestly, you need a good roll in the sack."

Taylor stared at both of them in disbelief. "Adam and I had sex-"

"You dated him last year, T. A whole year later and your still blocking other guys out."

"Well, what do you want me to do?" Taylor yelled, standing up. "Go find some stranger and have a one night stand?!"

They both grinned like chescires, which was scary at the same time amusing.

"That's exactly what we're saying."

Taylor watched them walk away, and heard the last comment, which made her blood boil.

"She'll never do it, she's too...safe."

Tilting her head back, she finished off her cup of whatever brown liquid remained inside, and threw it in the trash can with more force then neserssary. Too safe? She was fun! Lot's of fun. At least, she used to be.