Untitled #1(Party)

Dec 05, 2007 - 11:14 AM PST

Authors Note: I wrote this story in about 2 hours from initial idea to finished project. It went straight from my mind to the keyboard, which is unusual for me. I turned it in as a short story for Senior English instead of another story that is to this day, still incomplete. Thank God I wrote this one instead.

The beer flowed like wine that night. Actually, the wine flowed like wine, the beer flowed like a river. Never ending and perfect. I arrived at the party when it was still in its wee-stages. Just a few people drinking for shits and giggles. Passing a 20 of Guinness around like it was a bong. Everyone taking a hit then passing it on to the person to our right. In a circle we went like this for almost a half hour.
We finished the Guinness we had and Jack and I were heading out to get more when some more people arrived with Smirnoff and a bunch of pot. We hung back for a few minutes. Then we did pass the bong like it was a bong. Around and around and around in the circle it went. Each of us just sitting there for a few minutes until it was our turn to take another hit, occasionally taking a shot of vodka as well.
When all the pot was gone Jack and I did leave to get more booze. We took his car, a nice new VW Rabbit. I pulled out of the house and drove down the road to the convenience store that always stocked our stuff, Jack said he had a headache and the other cars headlights weren’t helping. My friend was working the counter, so Jack and I just walked in, grabbed what we wanted and left. The guy at the counter was coming to the party after his shift ended and he wanted there to still be some booze when he got there.
Getting back into the car we popped open the new bottle of whatever we got. It’s vague, I cant remember what it was but it tasted like shit and I loved it. Jack and I passed the bottle back and forth all the way back to the party and when we got there downed the shit thing and went in with our other commodities. People cheered as we went in and we started handing out cans to whoever reached for one. Jack and I were heroes.
By now the party was heating up. People were hanging out outside, the front porch was a little crowded. It was better inside. Not as crowded. We went back to where our circle had been but it seemed to have disbanded since we had gone. Where the circle was, were now a couple making out. The guy with his hand on the girl’s ass. That made me remember, and I shot-gunned a beer.
I made my way to the back porch where the new circle was. I joined in and everyone had a hit of the new stuff. Strong, shit tasting, it was water to us. But it made me feel better than water does. I drank half a bottle myself.
I blacked out for a while, the next thing that happened was I was doing a keg stand. ‘Who the hell brought a fucking keg?’ I thought as the frothy liquid made its way down my throat. I dropped and walked off to go sit down for a bit. I could see through the window that the couple was still making out on the couch. Now both of his hands were on her ass. Somebody came and sat next to me lit up and handed me something. I took a puff and blacked out again. It was like those dreams when you fall and right before you hit you wake up.
I came to when hands on ass girl came up and sat next to me. I looked over at her dazed. She was pretty, blond hair, a little tattoo on her neck. A heart, tiny, almost looked like a freckle. Maybe it was huge, I was pretty fucked up.
She said something, I mumbled something back and she laughed. Great now she thinks I am a retard. But she leaned over and kissed my neck. That made me remember something else. I told her to wait a minute, got up and found myself a beer that hadn’t been opened yet. Warm, nasty shit. But whatever, it got my buzz goin’.
When I came back she was waiting there for me. Just sitting and watching what I did as I walked over to her. That blond hair of hers was so bright. I blacked out as I sat down.
I once again came to abruptly. Blondie was sitting in my lap, her hair was all around my face so it felt like I was in the middle of a star. It was so bright. Her lips touched mine and I realized that I was now the hands on ass guy.
We made out for a few minutes and when she seemed satisfied that she had my attention she stood up and walked into the house. Jack came over and sat with me for a few minutes. I don’t know what we talked about. He handed me more beer and walked away. I drank it and once again forgot what I did next.
It must have only been a few minutes later because Jack was back and he was looking at me like I was a crazy mother fucker. I hung up my cell phone and put it in my pocket. “Think they’ll be mad?” He asked as I stood up. What the fuck was he talking about?
My feet carried me into the house. I don’t know where I was going but I really guess I wanted to go wherever they led me. I moved towards the stairs and started to climb. Guess whatever I wanted was upstairs. Where was that blond chick from earlier? She said something about stairs right? Shit. I don’t know I don’t care. I am just going wherever my feet take me and I guess they want to go up.
I made it to the top of those stairs and turned. It was complete darkness except for a small sliver of light that was leaking out from a door. I went to the door and there was Blondie, looking out at me. She smiled as I took a step back. Then the door opened a little and she pulled me in.
She sat me down on the bed and slipped two blue M&Ms into her mouth and rolled them around, she kissed me and slipped one of the pills into my mouth. I swallowed it and after a few minutes of just looking at the blond goddess in front of me, I left the normal world and slipped into one where memory means nothing.
I woke up the next day and saw that it was late morning. I was in my dorm, a few miles away from where the party had been. I looked out the window to see if my car was there and it wasn’t so I could only assume that it was still at the house or in a ditch between here and there. I went back to sleep after having a large glass of water. I was rudely awakened by those god forsaken things called Cellular Phones. I ignored it and heard it beep a few moments later confirming that I had a voicemail. I slept on and had dreams of blond women throwing blue M&Ms into the air and at me.
I woke up again when there was a knock at my door. I got up and let in Jack. He looked like shit. His lip was swollen and he had a cut on his hand. I guess he got in a fight with the blondes previous make-out buddy when she and I disappeared. He looked at me, then saw my phone on the bureau and his eyes grew wide.
“Did you hear back?”, he asked as I followed his gaze. I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. He looked uncomfortable, got up and left before I could even ask him what he was talking about.
I decided that now would be a good time to check my phone. First I checked the sent calls list. The last call I had made before the party had been Jack to tell him about the party. The next one had been her number. Her, the girl from home, the girl I loved, the girl I was still going out with.
That was the last call I had made. I guess it had been her that I had called last night. Shit! What had I said? Shit! I dialed my voicemail and listened to the message that she had left me.