"I heard you're talking shit again." I bumped into two girls in the crowded hallway. One was pushing the other to the wall spitting in her face as she slurred at her. I pushed and shoved through the amounts of people crowding and dancing in the hallway to the music that was way too loud for anyone to actually hear it. I got into the kitchen to fins a game of beer pong just beginning. "Justin!" Chaz shouted at me fluffing my hair. "I need a partner!" I eyeballed the red cups on the table, "Nah man. You know I can't." HE sighed and everyone around us made jokes of my new life. "What the fuck dude," Chaz slurred in my ear "You're not on tour today. You're home!" I smiled at him and tried to laugh off the fact that I was now the joke of the party house. "Hey," I said sliding Chaz's arm off my shoulder "Have you seen Kit? Is she here?" He smirked at me. Everyone knew Kit was my best friend before I moved to Atlanta. "Yeah bro," He said, spitting on me "She's here. You just probably didn't recognize her." Bullshit. I'd know my best friend when I saw her. I pushed through more people playing beer pong in the kitchen and made my way into the living room. People were falling over couches, and raising their glasses so they didn't spill. "Hey Justin." A few people spat out at me "Nice to see you again. Welcome home!" I slid through the glass slider doors and into the cold Christmas air. I saw her. "Kit!" I smiled. They honey brown curly hair whipped around. That person wasn't my best friend. Sure, there were resemblances, like the same blue eyes that had speckles of gold and green, the same smile, the same button nose, but this wasn't how I left her. This new person has a Smirnoff bottle in one hand, and the other had been placed on her bony hip, she had chipped black nail polish on her almost non-exist ant nail beds, and way to much make-up on her model worthy face. She had way too much red lipstick on her lips that I always remembered covered in a sheer pink neutral shade. And she had also put so much eye makeup on. Who was she? "No way." This person stumbled in her four inch heels trying to walk towards me. "Justin!" She pulled me into a hug and I smelled exactly how much alcohol she consumed. But one thing that reminded me that this wasn't a stranger was the constant aroma of spearmint. When she pulled out of the hug her smile was leaning to one side, like I remember it used to. "What?" She said. "It's like you've seen a ghost or something!"
She tripped over her heels and fell onto her knees on the deck. Girls around us laughed to themselves and pointed. "Kit." I offered a hand "What did you do to yourself?" She pulled on my hand making me bend my legs with the amount of force she was using to get back up. Her skinny jeans were covered in snow and her bottle was on the ground. "Shit." she murmured "Now I need a new one." I pulled my eyebrows together. "Are you serious?" I asked pulling my hand away from her making her stumble a little bit. "What?" She stopped smiling. "What the fuck did you do to yourself? Who the hell are you?" She brushed her hand in the air in front of my face, "You promised you wouldn't forget me," She slurred bumping my shoulder as she walked past me and into the house, "But then again," she held onto the slider door poking her head outside "The world is built on promises constructed by liars." She raised a red plastic cup that I didn't even notice was handed to her, and after she raised it, she downed it. "What are you saying? You're not making any sense." I followed her into the house. She was already crowded by people with raised glasses, hers included. I walked through the crowd of people completely passing her, but noticing. She was already dancing with some guy she'd probably regret. Well, the old her would regret. I stumbled into the kitchen tripping over bodies in the doorway. The game hadn't come to a finish yet. "Bro." Chaz tried to pat me on the shoulder but missed completely and hit me on the head. "You find her?" he asked stuffing his face into a plastic cup drinking what was inside. "I wish I hadn't." He rolled his eyes at me and I saw Kit making her way into the kitchen. "Talk to me." She said leaning on the railing that separated the kitchen from the living room. "Why? I don't even know who you are." She sighed and rolled her eyes and then slid a plastic cup in front of me. "This will make it easier. Let's go." She pulled my hand and made it take the cup. "No." I snapped accidentally spilling the cup and its insides on the the ground. "You know," She laughed at me. Feeling great because of all the booze she inhaled, "For a boy, you act like a little bitch." A room full of people turned to us, and I hear little side comments like "Scorched!" and "Burn, dude. You gunna take that?" I licked my lips and turned to face her. "I may be a little bitch, but at least I'm not a complete mess. And i'd rather be put together with an attitude problem then be a mess with an attitude problem. We'll talk when you're not drowning in alcohol. You smell like a trashcan, Kit. What the fuck happened to you. You make me sick." I saw her mouth drop before I turned and walked out the door.
"Justin." I heard someone call after me while I was on the lawn. "What do you want? I'm done with you." Kit grabbed my arm and I wasn't about to make her fall again, despite how much I wanted to. "Can you please just talk to me? For five minutes?" I looked over my shoulder to my black range rover. "Fine, but get in the car. It's cold." We got into the car and I put the key in the ignition only to turn the heat on. She was looking at me, and pools of tears were starting to form in her eyes, "Why did you forget me?" One of them fell out of her left eye and she was still staring at me with a confused look on her face. "Why?" She stammered. "Why did you froget me?" Her tears were sliding down her cheeks. "What are you talking about?" Her hands drove through her curls in her hair. "You didn't call me. You didn't text me. You didn't talk to me on facebook, iChat, anything. You forgot me. Why?" She pulled her legs up on the seat and leaned her back against the door. "I called you. I texted you. I did eveything. What are you saying?" Her hand was covering her face. "No you didn't!" She yelled. I looked out the windows of my car to see if anyone heard her. "Kit, you're drunk. I don't want to deal witht his right now. Get out. I'll call you in the morning." She shook her head. "But it's Christmas. And.. We're friends. Friends should be together on Christmas." I reached over her and opened her door. "I wish we were friends."