It was a cool summer night, I sat outside on my back porch, wrapped like a burrito in my favorite blue
blanket with roses outlined in blue and a gold fabric behind them. I watched the stars, just thinking. It
was a thing I did often. I liked the peace and quiet while everyone was being loud inside, loud music
blaring on the tv; they had figured out how to look up songs on YouTube on my brother's new
Playstation 3. I liked a break from all the craziness once in a while.
The night was cloudless and the stars twinkled. I always tricked myself when a plane would fly by and I
thought it was a star, and then I would laugh and realize I was wrong. Some stars were brighter than
others, I tried to figure out where the north star would be, I had a very good sense of direction. I figured
it out eventually and I stared at that bright beautiful star, thinking about various things.
Harry came outside then. When I was younger, I would've blushed so much I would look like a tomato. I
still do like him, don't get me wrong, but it's not as obvious as it was. I looked over and smiled at him,
and then returned to my pondering. I heard the legs of a chair scrape against the concrete as he pulled
up a chair next to me. He looked up at the stars.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he said.
"Yeah, definatly." I responded.
"What are you doing out here all alone?"
"Just thinking, I guess. It's nice to get away from all the craziness." I gestured to the party.
"Yeah, I feel you there."
We didn't say anything for a while; we were both gazing up at the stars. A star shot across the sky
quickly, but then was gone. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; I've never seen a shooting star in my
life. I quietly whispered, "Wow." I saw Harry smile, he must have heard me.
The door slid open and Ron's head popped out, "What are you guys doing out here? Come inside!"
Harry and I got up, me having a little difficulty unwrapping myself from my blanket, and went inside. It
was quite a change, going from the softness of the night to the loud, blaring music of our home.
They had set up beer pong, Hermione and Ron vs. Luna and Parvati. Parvati was surprisingly alone,
Padma wasn't with her, which was weird but nobody seemed to mind. The bottle of Burnett's and the 2-
liter of Dr. Pepper was sitting on the end table next to the couch, which they had moved out of the way
to make room for the pong table. From the looks of it, Luna and Parvati were winning. Everyone was
drunk, and I'd had a few shots too, but I can keep it under control. Ron and Hermione would take a
break to make out every couple of minutes and Ron was always grabbing her butt. I love them together
though; he's so sweet to her.
A dubstep song came on the TV, and it was apparently Hermione and Parvati's favorite, because they
started dancing together. It was pretty funny, considering their styles were way different. Parvati was
all into the dirty dancing, while Hermione was dancing like she was at a dubstep show. Hermione and
Parvati are pretty much best friends. They're always hanging out.
I never really liked dubstep, but Hermione loves it. She usually blares it all day every day. You learn to
get used to it after a while. I walked over to the bottle and took a shot. Everyone saw me and decided it
was a good idea, so they paused the beer pong game and everyone was sitting on the couch,
taking shots, talking or dancing. Harry went over to the fridge and grabbed a beer, and then
started talking to Fred and George. At least he's having fun I thought to myself. I didn't really know what
to do at this point, and I kinda wanted to go back outside. I looked over at the bottle again, just looking
to see if we needed more, and we definatly did. There was about 2 shots left in it, so I asked Ron
and Hermione and Harry for pitch on the bottle. I grabbed my keys and walked out the door.
The sweet smell of a summer night swept over me. It smelled like rain on a hot road mixed with flowers.
I walked to my little blue Chevy and I felt the cool air in between my toes. I got in my car and started it.
It always gave me pleasure to drive anywhere. I always thought it was fun. I backed out, trying not to hit
any cars parked in the street, and drove off. It felt good to be doing something useful and not standing
around at a boring party. I drove to the liquor store right next to Wendy's. The guy who works there
thinks I'm cute and won't ID me. Good thing too, since I'm only 18.
I parked and gathered up all the money. Making sure to lock my car, I walked into the liquor store.
"Hey Taylor," I said to the cashier.
"Hey Ginny." He responded.
I looked around for a little, wondering what everyone would want.
I was not expecting what happened next.