Gravity

Chapter 13 - May 2019

Stacy's party was like nothing I've ever experienced before. I'm not quite sure how to accurately describe it but I'll give it my best shot.

After leaving Joe, I'd quickly eaten and gotten changed into clothes that were somewhere between looking nice and being comfortable. Usually you can only have one or the other.

Because I'd been drinking earlier, I called a taxi and it drove me down the Parkway and onto Anderson Drive, the main road that cuts through the heart of the city. About twenty minutes later, I was in Garthdee, one of the most southern areas of Aberdeen, and the location of Stacy's flat.

Unsure on what I was really expecting, I rang the doorbell and she ushered me in quickly after the briefest of hugs. She smelled like lavender.

"I didn't think you'd come!" She smiled.

She seemed pleased with the wine I'd chosen but offered me a beer while it chilled in the fridge, which I was more than grateful for. Before anything else could happen though, the doorbell went again and she rushed off to greet the newest guest, leaving me to explore this strange environment.

It was honestly like being in two different worlds at once.

There was people in every corner and crevice of the bright, two bedroom flat. Standing room only. Some of them I recognised from school, while others I felt like I'd seen them before but couldn't put any names to the multitude of faces. I did see Sam who I'd tried to talk to earlier but he was still too cool for that apparently.

It did make me think of something though. When you leave school you only remember certain types of people. The bullies, the hot people and the total lunatics. Anyone else is completely forgotten. No wonder no one remembered me.

When I say a few people, I'd think like five but apparently Stacy's meaning was at least four times that.

I waited in the kitchen by the large windows, hoping Stacy would return to my side but she was nowhere to be seen. Eventually I had to go and mingle before I ended up looking like a creepy party crasher. I didn't think anyone would know who I was but if they did they were most likely already wondering why I was there.

On my travels through the narrow hallway towards the living room, I realised that this wasn't like any party I'd ever been to before, for many reasons.

Firstly, there was actually people dancing. Any party I've been to, the closest to dancing I've seen is slight jerky arm movements or everyone joining together for a rendition of the YMCA. Whereas here, there was a group of girls dancing around the booming speakers like a tornado. I had no idea what song was playing but their moves certainly matched it.

That was the other thing, where was the cheesy music!?

While Stacy's playlist seemed to be blasting the newest dance tunes, I'm more used to me and my friends playing things like ABBA, Michael Jackson and the Bee Gee's. You know, stuff that everyone can sing along to and get involved with. I definitely wasn't going to ask them to play my requests but I was seriously tempted to.

And speaking of cheese, where was the snacks!? People say that when you are drinking, eating is cheating but I say those people are maniacs. Party food is a must.

There were loads of other differences too, from the way people were dressed to the fact that I was the only one drinking a tinned beer. Everyone else was drinking something from a glass. I felt like such a commoner.

Just when I was starting to feel like I shouldn't be there, Stacy arrived in the living room, lost in conversation with another girl I didn't know. She looked gorgeous, just like she'd done when I'd went out with her before. This time she was wearing a short red dress that hugged her in all the right places and just like that, I remembered why I was here.