Do I Know You?

Chapter One.

"R.I.P. to my youth,

And you could call this the funeral.

I'm just telling the truth, 

And you can play this at my funeral."

My hand gripped the steering wheel while my idiot friend blasted songs from MY playlist in MY car while I drove, despite this all being MINE I'm still for some reason taking her where she wants to go and where SHE'S dragging me to, some stupid party with people I barely like. All these parties are repetitive I could be doing something better, like binge watching mind numbing reality TV with my mother. Considering my mother is one of the most insufferable people I know and the shows and movies she picks are equally as intolerable, let's just say it says a lot.

I'm not quite sure how she convinced me, was it when she spammed me yesterday with a stream of "Pleasee take meeee, I'm desprateee." or maybe it was the "You know how much I love you right?" or was it when she said "PLEASEE I've never asked you for anything before :(."  SPOILER ALERT. She has, multiple times. So now here we are, with her playing songs from my "skating playlist" (I know I'm really just that creative) that she surprisingly likes despite her bubbly personality and shy demeanor. She picked up on my habit of skipping the first song which I refuse to remove- "Typical Story" by Hobo Johnson- because... I actually don't know why I refused to remove it, my playlist would feel incomplete without it even though I skip it every time I listened to it. Moving on from rambling about my playlist that feels like it solely consists of song by the Arctic Monkeys and The Neighborhood, I know virtually nothing about this party, I have no clue who's hosting it and I don't play on finding out. It'll be like every other party, I find my friends who are probably smoking. Hang around them for like two hours give or take, get tired and leave with my best friend also known as 'person who dragged me to the party who I'll probably see once during the entire party then force her to leave when I get bored because I'm her only way home'. Guess you can say I have a small soft spot for her since I haven't  left her walking home yet. 

Well looks like were here at this random house in the suburbs that the partie's at, I go through my routine, I lightly punch her arm, tell her to call me if she needs anything (but she knows it means call me if there's an EMERGENCY and you're inhaling you're last breath.) I also tell her to call if she want to leave early and that she knows where to find me. 

Oh sorry, I forgot my manners while rambling. My name is y/n, I'm a skating, bisexual tornado and I currently hate myself for letting my sunshine and rainbows best friend drag me to another  high school  party against my own will on a nice Saturday night when I could be reading a cheesy romance novel at home, but alas I'm here and I sadly can't change that.

I steer myself through a body of people I somewhat know, acknowledging a few with enthusiastic nods or with a quick "Hey!" or "Been a while dude!" you know, whatever I have to do to get to the drink table, grabbing one for myself. I lightly sip it testing for alcohol when I feel the light expected burn, I sigh to myself in some form of content.

This feels like it's gonna be a long night.