+ Last Friday
Title: Last Friday
Day/Prompt: 21 - last chance to lose control
Series: Original
Rating: PG-13 (Maybe?)
Notes: written for the 31_days themes for May! This bit was inspired by the movie, Dazed and Confused. I don't really like the title, but I couldn't think of anything lol. Also this was done real quickly without much thinking, just type, type, type and I honestly didn't plan out anything.
It's the last Friday night of the school year and you are sitting alone on the couch, looking out the window. The sky is a dark, dark blue, but you can still make out the houses on your block and the outlines of the trees lining the street. It looks like any other Friday summer night. Balmy winds and the streets are quiet. But you know otherwise.
You know something big is going to happen. Tonight is the night. You only know this because it's what everyone at school has been saying for the last two weeks. It's the party of the year. It's going to be epic. Everyone's going to be there.
You aren't even into the partying scene. In fact, you're not part of it at all. You have spent every Friday and Saturday night home alone, studying for AP Exams and midterms and finals and things that seemed so important then, and now only seem trivial. And it's your last year. You're going to college in the fall, far, far away from this town, and you will probably never see any of your classmates again.
So for once in your life, you don't feel like staying home on a Friday night. You feel like losing control, washing away all your inhibitions. You feel like doing something you'll regret. You feel like having fun the way you see teenagers in movies have fun.
So you tell your parents you are going to the movies with a couple of your friends - friends who want nothing to do with the party either, and walk out the door. You see your neighbor starting up the car and two other kids from your school get inside. As he backs up, you walk towards him, heart beating just a little bit fast, feeling nervous. You have never known or talked to this boy, this boy who has lived next to you for fourteen years, and so he looks at you in surprise when he sees you tapping on the window.
He rolls the window down, looks up at you curiously. You ask him if he's going to the party, which you already know he is. When he says yes, this time looking a little amused, you ask him if you can ride with him.
He cracks a smile.
Really?
Really.
So he tells you to hop in and he takes you to the party, at the edge of town, deep in the woods. There is a small bonfire going on. You can see the bright embers between the trees in the distance. You ask your neighbor if the police will come to break it up. He smiles. Probably.
You stand there for a moment, taking in mass of bodies around you, standing around in groups, talking, laughing and dancing. Lines are forming around a table set up with bottles of various alcohol. You take this all in, and then you go. You do everything like you've seen in the movies. You gulp down shots of alcohol, take in two cans of beers, and you are dizzy and stumbling and you are thinking you've made a mistake and that you don't really want to be here anymore.
That is all you really remember of the night. The crackling fire. The smell of alcohol and something musty. The next morning, you are laying in bed with a boy in a strange room. You are scared for a moment, taking in the white, white walls. You glance down at your self and you are still wearing the same clothes from the night before.
And then you turn to look at the boy sleeping next to you, who turns out to be your neighbor, Scott. You're not sure whether you should feel alarmed or safe, but before you can think more about the situation, his eyes flicker open. He starts up, looking surprised, but then he composes himself, settling back into his pillow.
A silence passes. And then, We didn't do anything, in case you were wondering.
Oh. You are still in his bed, and you haven't moved an inch. You're looking up the ceiling, and your head is really hurting. You'd expected a headache in the morning, but you didn't think it would hurt this bad. Scott laughs quietly behind you.
First time, huh? I should have told you to cool it down I guess.
What about you? You grimace through your throbbing head.
I took it easy tonight. I mean, I actually wanted to remember last night.
Neither of you have moved from the bed, and, whether it's because your head hurts like a bitch, or you're still out of it from last night, you talk to him. You tell him how this wasn't how you thought it would be. How you didn't think this was living at all and how you couldn't fathom why anyone would put themselves through this.
He chuckles a little at this and tells you, You missed the whole point.
Day/Prompt: 21 - last chance to lose control
Series: Original
Rating: PG-13 (Maybe?)
Notes: written for the 31_days themes for May! This bit was inspired by the movie, Dazed and Confused. I don't really like the title, but I couldn't think of anything lol. Also this was done real quickly without much thinking, just type, type, type and I honestly didn't plan out anything.
It's the last Friday night of the school year and you are sitting alone on the couch, looking out the window. The sky is a dark, dark blue, but you can still make out the houses on your block and the outlines of the trees lining the street. It looks like any other Friday summer night. Balmy winds and the streets are quiet. But you know otherwise.
You know something big is going to happen. Tonight is the night. You only know this because it's what everyone at school has been saying for the last two weeks. It's the party of the year. It's going to be epic. Everyone's going to be there.
You aren't even into the partying scene. In fact, you're not part of it at all. You have spent every Friday and Saturday night home alone, studying for AP Exams and midterms and finals and things that seemed so important then, and now only seem trivial. And it's your last year. You're going to college in the fall, far, far away from this town, and you will probably never see any of your classmates again.
So for once in your life, you don't feel like staying home on a Friday night. You feel like losing control, washing away all your inhibitions. You feel like doing something you'll regret. You feel like having fun the way you see teenagers in movies have fun.
So you tell your parents you are going to the movies with a couple of your friends - friends who want nothing to do with the party either, and walk out the door. You see your neighbor starting up the car and two other kids from your school get inside. As he backs up, you walk towards him, heart beating just a little bit fast, feeling nervous. You have never known or talked to this boy, this boy who has lived next to you for fourteen years, and so he looks at you in surprise when he sees you tapping on the window.
He rolls the window down, looks up at you curiously. You ask him if he's going to the party, which you already know he is. When he says yes, this time looking a little amused, you ask him if you can ride with him.
He cracks a smile.
Really?
Really.
So he tells you to hop in and he takes you to the party, at the edge of town, deep in the woods. There is a small bonfire going on. You can see the bright embers between the trees in the distance. You ask your neighbor if the police will come to break it up. He smiles. Probably.
You stand there for a moment, taking in mass of bodies around you, standing around in groups, talking, laughing and dancing. Lines are forming around a table set up with bottles of various alcohol. You take this all in, and then you go. You do everything like you've seen in the movies. You gulp down shots of alcohol, take in two cans of beers, and you are dizzy and stumbling and you are thinking you've made a mistake and that you don't really want to be here anymore.
That is all you really remember of the night. The crackling fire. The smell of alcohol and something musty. The next morning, you are laying in bed with a boy in a strange room. You are scared for a moment, taking in the white, white walls. You glance down at your self and you are still wearing the same clothes from the night before.
And then you turn to look at the boy sleeping next to you, who turns out to be your neighbor, Scott. You're not sure whether you should feel alarmed or safe, but before you can think more about the situation, his eyes flicker open. He starts up, looking surprised, but then he composes himself, settling back into his pillow.
A silence passes. And then, We didn't do anything, in case you were wondering.
Oh. You are still in his bed, and you haven't moved an inch. You're looking up the ceiling, and your head is really hurting. You'd expected a headache in the morning, but you didn't think it would hurt this bad. Scott laughs quietly behind you.
First time, huh? I should have told you to cool it down I guess.
What about you? You grimace through your throbbing head.
I took it easy tonight. I mean, I actually wanted to remember last night.
Neither of you have moved from the bed, and, whether it's because your head hurts like a bitch, or you're still out of it from last night, you talk to him. You tell him how this wasn't how you thought it would be. How you didn't think this was living at all and how you couldn't fathom why anyone would put themselves through this.
He chuckles a little at this and tells you, You missed the whole point.