Apartment 6F

twelve; dates and drunks

"Who was that guy?" Levi finally asked after we made it halfway down the hallway. I had a feeling the obvious question hanging in the air would come up at some point in the night, just not so soon. You could say I was a little unprepared. "Oh, um- Him? He's my ex-boyfriend." What am I saying? Levi's eyebrows bunched together as if he was thinking deeply about this. "Why don't you move out then? I mean you're not still together are you? I wouldn't of taken you if you were, oh my god..." I laughed lightly and said,"Levi calm down. We aren't together and well the living arrangements are temporary. I'm completely single." He seemed to let out a breath of relief. Did he actually like me? "Okay, listen the party's just down a floor and it might be a little overwhelming since I'm guessing this is your first college party?" I rolled my eyes and said," You don't need to babysit me, Levi. I can handle it." He laughed and grabbed my hand and pulled me into the elevator. I'd never actually done anything like this before and I admit, I was scared. Like pee-your-pants scared. I was holding hands with a guy I just met today, I was going to a college party, I was doing something, I was actually living a life outside of books and classes. Of course, the idea completely terrified and thrilled me at the same time. The bell in the elevator rang, signaling my new "experience" was about to begin. Here goes nothing.

I heard the party before I even saw it. Loud music pounded in the hallways and it surprised me that we couldn't here it upstairs as the volume was exceedingly high. "Prepare yourself. It's only gonna be louder and more obnoxious inside," Levi said when he looked over to me, our fingers still interlocked. I felt unbelievably uncomfortable holding his hand, not that I didn't like him. It just didn't feel right. But would I know, I'd never even been in a relationship? Excluding my, now fake one. I released my hand and said, "Let's go in." Levi frowned, then nodded. Into the abyss we went.

As soon as I entered, Levi and I were handed red cups filled with what, my guess was some sort of alcohol. I wandered around at Levi's side for awhile, with the pounding of music in my ears the entire time. Eventually, a couple of his friends came up to him and pulled him away. I was alone, surrounded my drunk, hormone-crazed college students, dancing and drinking, and very obviously making out everywhere. I vowed not to let anyone leave me at one of these things again. Sitting on the couch between couples, I decided to give up on letting the drink in my hand slosh around anymore and chugged it down. Not my best decision. It felt good at first, until it settled in my stomach and made me feel only slightly sick. I wobbled my way out from between the kissing couples and went to lean against a wall on the other side of the room. Word to the wise, if you've never had alcohol, don't chug it al in one drink. You will regret it. What started out as warmth, had now turned into some sort of loopy feeling that made me feel as if I needed to tell all my deepest secrets and talk a lot. Like that cute guy over there, I wanted to tell him he had really nice hair, but the one part of me that wasn't drunk held me back, thankfully.
Suddenly, I was sitting cross-legged on the ground, counting the threads in my shoelaces. I was insanely drunk. "Well, if it isn't Einstein, here in the same situation I was not too long ago, that you most definitely mocked me for. Maybe it's my chance for payback or maybe I could be the good person I am and help you back to the apartment? Hm..." It was Casey. I could at least tell that through my pathetic drunken haze. One drink and I was drunk. Pathetic. The music was beginning to hurt my head way more than it did before the drink and I made it clear I wanted to leave by groaning and dropping my head against the wall. Casey pulled me up by my armpit and put my arm around his shoulder. Turn out when you're drunk, you also have a hard time walking, which I knew, but never actually experienced. Let me just say, it sucks to not be able to put your feet in a straight line and just walk for yourself. Instead there I was, lamely draped on Casey like some kind of stripper or something, relying on him to just do a simple thing like walking. "Casey, stoppppp..." I pushed hand off my waist and stumbled towards the elevator and blindly missed the button by a long shot. "Ughhhh!" I was definitely an angry drunk. Casey stepped up behind me and pushed the button for me. "I get you're trying to be independent and all, Einstein, but you're a little disabled at the moment and I think it would be wise to let me help you." Why'd he keep calling me that stupid name? It made me want to punch him, as I usually did, despite the nickname. However, with my luck, I'd probably try and miss and end up punching the elevator wall. "Just take me home, Caseyyyy." He laughed and said,"That's where we're headed, Einstein. I thought you were smarter than this." He expects me to put my IQ to use during my obvious time of mental disablement? Yah right.

By the time we made it back to the apartment, I was ready to curl up into a ball and die. Being drunk, is in no way, "fun". I just wanted it to be over. Casey carried me into my bedroom and laid me down on the bed. He started to tuck me underneath the blankets before I slapped his hand and said,"No thanks, mom." Casey laughed before starting to leave. I had to do something before he left. I knew I would regret it later on, but everything could be blamed on the drunkness later on. "Wait! Casey..." He turned around and I pushed my self up against the headboard. "You're drunk, Noah. Go back to bed." I groaned and said,"Stay. I just want to do this one thing for myself." He came over hesitantly and sat at the end of the bed. "What?" And the last thing I remember before falling asleep, is the feeling of Casey's lips on mine.