November

The Club.

The loud music was pumping through my head when we entered the club.
It was a complete new world for me. I'd never been to any club. Not in England and not in Zanzibar.
Tons of people were dancing on the dancefloor or were making out.
Some of them just sat on the bar and were talking or drank some cocktails or other alcoholic drinks.
I did not feel very comfortable at all but Freddie seemed to do so.
He smiled and and took my hand. I followed him to the bar and we took a seat at the chairs. 'What would you like to drink Betty?' he asked and smiled at me. 'I don't know. A beer?' I said and Freddie started to laugh histerically. 'Bullshit. That's what you drink when you are planning to leave sober and early. We're not planning to do anything of this. We're 18 now love!' he laughed and I took a deep breath. 'I don't know. Order whatever you want. I'll take the same.' I said and he seemed to be fine with it.
'Two vodka on the rocks please!' he yelled to the bartender over the loud music and leaned back in his chair again. 'Vodka?' I asked and he nodded his head happily.
'Don't you think it's a bit...well strong?' I asked and he laughed. 'Betty Betty Betty. We're not drinking a whole bottle. Also you're turning 18 once in your life not twice. I've already made your dress look like you're in a club now you have to make yourself look like you are in a club as well love. You don't want to make everyone think that you are a boring girl right?' he said and I nodded. I wasn't so comfortable with that. I mean I'm not boring. No way. You can actually have fun with me but I never was a person who would love to get drunk and make out with strangers or whatever. I also never had friends in England so maybe that was why I was feeling so uncomfortable while we were in the club. I mean well Freddie was with me as well but I've never been drunk and I never saw Freddie being drunk as well so I had no idea how anything would work out and stuff and was worried about that. 'Relax. This won't hurt you. I promise.' he laughed and I believed him. As soon as our drinks arrived I made it pour down my throat and felt a little better and more comfortable.

2 Hours later:

Freddie was holding my hand and we were dancing. I was drunk.
Of course I was.
Totally stupid and drunk.
But Freddie did not seem to care. He seemed to enjoy the fact that I was having no clue what exactly I was doing. He laughed and was holding me close to him so I would not smash into other people while I was dancing like a idiot.
'Are you enjoying it?' he laughed and I nodded. 'Freddie that's amaziiiiing!' I shouted over the loud music and jumped up and down. He bursted into laughter and looked at me. 'Maybe your drink was a bit well strong?!' he said and repeated what I said to him two hours ago. 'Ah fuck it! Your only 18 once right?' I answered and hugged him. I don't know why I was hugging him but something made me think that I would have to hug him.
He laughed and I smiled at him.

Freddies POV:
Poor Betty. She was actually very drunk. It would be a totally shit day for her the next day. I knew it. I did not tell her that I never went clubbing as well but otherwise she would have never come with me.
She was jumping up and down to the rhythm of the music while I was holding her hand and made sure that she would not bumb into other dancing people.
'Freddie?' Betty tried to whisper but she was shouting.
'Yes Betty' I answered.
'I have to pee!' she said and smiled at me.
'OK. Let me come with you to the toilet. I'll wait outside.'I said and wanted to follow her but she laughed.
'No. Stay here and save this amazing place at the dancefloor!' she said and left.
I did follow her of course. I mean she was drunk and I maybe was a gentleman but here where many guys who just wanted the one thing and would do everything to get it. And she was looking stunning. She actually did. While we were dancing I saw the stares of the guys. They were looking her up and down and I did not like it. They were checking her out and you could see clearly that they imagined more than just dancing with her. She was my best friend and I wanted to protect her and of course I don't wanted any disgusting guy to look her up and down, comment some awful stuff, grab her somewhere and make out with her just because she was drunk and could not control what she was doing herself. Those guys who made out with women as soon as they were drunk and did not know what they were doing were awful.