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On This Roller Coaster That We Call Life

Deeandra's POV

“Happy birthday to youu!” and of course, Katy belted out the last few words of the birthday song. I smiled and clapped along with all of the other people after the song was finished. Brooklyn was smiling and clapping along too. I noticed her eyes glistening. She always teared up at small things like this. Over a hundred of her friends singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to her on the first day she’s considered an adult. Okay well maybe this isn’t that small. But still. Brooklyn cried over pretty much everything. One of the many reasons I loved her.

 I elbowed and pushed my way through the huge crowd of people over to Brooklyn. God, this was only supposed to be a few friends and family for a small party at the Island. But Katy and her big mouth. Half the school ended up coming, it seemed. One more guy to push out of my way and I’m giving Brooklyn her birthday hug. He burped right into my face just as I was about to go around his big, drunk self. “Shit, sorry.’ He bumped into my shoulder before completely leaving my sight. I rolled my eyes and sighed. ‘You’re not forgiven.’ I said to myself quietly.

 “Ahh Dee!” Brookyln smiled and threw her arms around me. I smiled back and hugged her tightly. “Happy birthday, Brookie!” I said into her ear so she could hear me. Did it have to be so loud in here? Yeah it’s a party but I like not being deaf. Brooklyn hadn’t let go yet. A friendship hug, I realized. I looked over Brooklyn’s shoulder, for Katy. She needed to be part of this hug. It’s not complete without her. Nowhere to be found. I just held onto Brooklyn for a few more seconds before we pulled away from each other. She was smiling as usual. “How do you like your party?” I asked. “Oh ehm gee, it’s so fun! I had no idea this many people were gonna show up. Damn, I love Katy!” I smiled and nodded, looking around. Does Katy or Brooklyn even know half these people? I sure didn’t. My thoughts were interrupted. “Have fun, beautiful!” Brooklyn giggled and walked away, disappearing into the crowd of strangers in my eyes.

 I walked over to the maroonish couch and sat down, pulling out my phone. I’m thirsty, I realized. I was about to sit up when I thought of something. I looked around at all the drunk teenagers, laughing at nothing and grinding up on people they didn’t even know, I’m sure. There’s not a drink in this room that doesn’t contain alcohol. I sat back and sighed. Guess I’ll just have to wait ‘till I get back to my hotel room. I’m not much of a drinker. In fact, I didn’t like drinking at all. Or drugs. I like having a clear mind and being level headed. That’s just who I am. Now, my other friend Katy..exact opposite. She’s one of those ‘Live While We’re Young’ people. She drinks, and does drugs. Not terrible, life ruining drugs. But still. Drugs. I remember once when I was over at her house a few years ago. She started smoking weed in front of me in her room and offered me a ‘hit’. I followed her example and wrapped my mouth around the small hole at the end of the ittiy bitty pipe. I inhaled as Katy lit the shreds of green in the tiny bowl. I felt nothing. Fail. My mind snapped back to reality as a few of my friends from my dance class came and sat around me.

“Ahh c’mon Dee, take a little sip!” Bryanna tilted her red plastic cup into my mouth and I pulled away, laughing. “Oh my God, no!  I don’t wanna drink!” I laughed and leaned all the way back on the couch. Bryanna quickly leaning her body down on mine with her drink still tilted to my lips, was laughing hard and her eyes were starting to water. The rest of the 3 girls were laughing along, slurring things at me to get me to take a sip. Ha, not gonna work. I loved my friends but they’re a bit too aggressive when drunk. Eventually Bryanna gave up on trying to get me to drink. She sat beside me while the other girls sat on the ledges of the couch or on the floor, leaning on it. I checked my phone. 2:54 am. It’s getting pretty late and I am a bit tired. The party was still going strong. Wow, I am definitely not a party person. I was about to say my goodbye to Bryanna but, she was turned around flirting with some guy next to us. I got up and looked around for the door.

“525..526..and 527.” I was saying quietly to myself as I found my hotel room.  I pulled out the little card key, and stuck it in the door slot. I stepped inside and yawned. I didn’t bother turning on the main light. I used my phone light and made my way to the set of twin beds. I sat down on the one to the right and turned the lamp on. I looked around. The hotel room was ocean themed of course. Gentle blue walls with small white waves painted in the middle, sandy colored bed spreads; TV was placed on a large dresser that had little shells embedded all around the sides of it. It was pretty, I decided. I took a deep breath in. Smells like the ocean. I liked that smell, it was relaxing. I looked towards the bathroom. Shower? At 3? Ehh. I’ll wait ‘till morning. I looked at my duffel bag with clothes coming out of it, making it look like my bag threw up my clothes. I shrugged. Sleeping with nothing on tonight. Wow, I was understanding how tired I really was. I stripped down to just my bra and underwear. I crawled into my sea-smelling bed and laid back. I let out a sigh of relief and picked my phone up to my face. I clicked on my Twitter app. One new follower. Whatever, I’ll follow this person tomorrow. I put my phone down and turned my head to the side. In small black letters on the wall, it said ‘Do What Makes You Happy’ I chucked a bit at the small message. I kept looking at it. “What Makes You…” I said to myself. I smiled immediately. I picked my phone up and looked through my music. I smiled as I found the song I wanted to hear. I clicked it. The small guitar riffs started. “You’re insecure. Don’t know what for.” Liam Payne’s voice was as smooth as butter, I swear. I let the wonderful song play and clicked on my Twitter app again. I logged out of my personal account. And logged onto my One Direction account. I haven’t checked this account in more than six months, I realized. I looked through all the updates and the pictures of these 5 beautiful boys. I was scrolling through when a picture caught my eye. Zayn Malik. Oh my God, he’s still so gorgeous. I smiled and stared.

“So c-c-c’mon. You’ve got it wrong. To prove I’m right, I put it in a song.” I just kept looking at more pictures of the boys, mainly Zayn, and smiling at all the beauty. I came across a picture of Niall and Zayn together. Niall looked so much older without his braces, very mature looking. He was still gorgeous as well. Katy’s voice came into my head. “Oh we look fine!” I smiled. All of the old times with Brooklyn and Katy came racing through my head. When we were 16 and in absolute love with One Direction. Niall was Katy’s favorite, Harry was Brooklyn’s and Zayn was mine. I never thought we’d get over them. Now, we haven’t completely gotten over them but it sure wasn’t the same. It used to be where none of us could have a conversation with out mentioning something about ‘the boys’ as we called them. “That’s what makes you beautiful!” Harry’s voice finished the self-esteem boosting song. I had enough of reminiscing about One Direction. I was unbelievably tired. I checked the time on my phone. 4:44 am. I rolled my eyes at the fact that Katy wasn’t back yet. She’s probably passed out on the couch or something. I shrugged. “She’ll be fine, someone will take care of her.” I thought to myself. I looked through my music play list. I clicked on the song I wanted and let Ed Sheeran’s voice take me into my dream land. “Settle down with me. Cover me up, cuddle me in…”