Coming Down

My hair bobs up as I jump, or well dance. Thats what I'm trying to do. I'm not a very good dancer, especially when I'm drunk.
"Summer calm down??" My best friend giggles but doesn't even try stopping me, instead she just joins me. We're the failing at dancing best friends, no party without us.
"Nooo!" I go to push her lightly but almost fall over in doing so, fair to say i'm completely and utterly fucking wasted.
I stumble towards where the couch is, house parties aren't usually my thing, but i'm never usually this drunk. I guess your boyfriend cheating on you in your own bed will do this to a girl.
I rest my head back and grin, although i'm slightly sad and pissed off, somehow I've never been this happy. Or this drunk, maybe thats why I'm so happy.
"Summer!" My best friend runs towards me, "Fuck mate, look at the hot ginger that just walked in!" I look up towards the doorway, and immediately make eye contact with him. He was already looking at me.

August 7th 2015,
11.56pm
Trowbridge, England

Loud music coming from a house down the street reassured me of the fact a party is there. I still always get paranoid that i'll be in the wrong place. Not that I ever am.
I don't even like parties, its just an easy place to pick up girls, fuck them, and then kill them. Sometimes just kill them, I'm not a complete monster.
As soon as I walk through the door the smell of alcohol and weed hits me, thats the problem with this shitty town, theres always drugs. But on the up side, theres always parties.
I push my way past people, finding my way to what looks like a living room, a living room full of drunk idiots.
My eyes scan the room and land on her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, drunk. She doesn't even look old enough to drink, 17 at most. Her eyes connect with mine, and I know I've got her.




"He's okay. Buuuuttttt, I mean , its been like a day!"
"Yeah, a day since your boyfriend fucked some random whore." I glare at her and slap her arm, the thought of his moans and hers mixed together suddenly sober me up.
"Fuck this, fuck it, I'm leaving!" I stand up, too quickly, and fall back onto the couch.
"Hey, chill. I'm sorry for brining it up." She's seems more sober now too. And I feel shit again.
"Can we just go? I never did like parties.." I sigh, holding back tear, now i'm even slightly sober I can't get his voice out my head, I can't get their moans out my head and his stupid fucking excuses.
"I'm sorry." She mutters but grabs my hand helping me up, we start heading towards the door,
"Leaving so soon?" I look up from the floor and, for the second time tonight, mine and gingers eyes meet.

Notes

Italics is Alan, normal text is Summer

Hope you like the first chapter c: