Music Speaks

Carry You Home

She stood alone at the party, leaning against the wall of the living room. She looked at the red solo cup in her delicate fingers. The liquid in this cup was trouble, and trouble was her only friend. She sought solace in a bottle of liquid bliss.

Out of nowhere, a boy appeared next to her. He looked about the same age as her, around 22 or so. He was taller than her, but not as much as most people. His body looked neither lean or muscular and his blue eyes sparkled. Whether the sparkle in his eyes was because of intoxication or not, she found then beautiful.

"A girl like you in New York City not enjoying the party?" He said, referring to the crowd of people in the other room. His voice was low and clear, obviously not intoxicated.

"You don't know the first thing about me. Why are you here in the first place?" She spat, gesturing towards the space he occupied next to her. She took another sip of trouble and set the cup down on the table next to her.

"On the contrary, I do know something about you. I know you're lonely and you don't want to be here. So why are you?" He countered. The boy was intelligent, she would give him that.

"I'm only here for the free booze. What I really want is for you to leave me alone," she replied quietly. She savored the burn of the alcohol running down her throat. After a few moments, the boy was still there. Finally, he spoke up

"This isn't a suitable place to have a conversation. Let's go outside," he offered. Reluctantly, she followed him outside to the yard. The party was at a frat house, so there was plenty of space for them to speak privately.

"So what are you going to do once you're done with school?" He asked.

"You're not even going to ask my name? How rude," the girl joked, feigning hurt.

"I already know your name. You're in my advanced creative writing class, remember?" He explained. No, the girl didn't remember. But she nodded her head anyway. He asked her his previous question again and she sighed, resigning to the fact that she wouldn't get out of this one.

"It's high time I went away. No one's got much to say in this town," she answered. It was the first truthful statement she'd said in a long time.

"What do you mean? Everyone has something to say here," he asked. The girl sighed again.

"Everyone has a lot to say, but that's not the problem. No one says anything of meaning here. It's always fashion advice or where to get the best manicure. People never say anything that can actually help people, or change the world," she explained. She didn't mean to say all that, it just came out.

The boy stayed quiet, probably trying to figure out a response to all her babbling. The girl took another sip of her drink, then another. And another. And another.

Her legs felt weak. Her head was spinning. She'd had too much.

Thankfully, the boy caught her before she fell to the ground. Everything was blurry. She heard him speak before everything went black.

"Don't worry. I'll carry you home."

~Parker~