It was my junior year of high school, and I wasn't much different.
My hair was brown, and I was a little more forgiving.
I didn't have many friends, but I prefer it that way. When it comes to friends I would rather have four quarters instead of one hundred pennies.
One night my father and I had one of our usual disputes. I was on my way to a friend's birthday party, and he scolded me for going out so late on a school night.
We went back and forth, until finally I had enough.
I walked out and headed towards the party.
It was about ten thirty at night, and I had been here since seven O' Clock. I had already downed about three beers, a shot of whiskey, and a hard iced tea.
I was in standing in the basement with a shit ton of people that I don't know, and quite frankly, wouldn't care to know.
I finally got bored and decided to go outside and smoke. I walked past the beer pong table, and stumbled upstairs.
When I got to the top I turned towards the kitchen which led to the back door.
I was in such a haze that I didn't seem to notice someone in front of me.
We bumped into each other, and simply because when I get drunk, I become sickeningly polite, and affectionate, I apologized over and over again.
The girl I ran into who looked like she was the same age as myself simply giggled and said...
"It's okay, you're fine."
I smiled.
"I'm Jade West. What's your name?" I asked.
"I'm Cat Valentine." She smiled and put her hand out for me to shake.
I shook her hand, and walked past her towards the back. I turned around only to see her looking back at me with a smile, before she giggled and turned away.
I walked outside, lit my cigarette and thought to myself "She is too fucking adorable. I have to get to know her."
"Get to know who?" Said a voice from behind me. Damn, apparently I was speaking out loud.
I turned around and saw Cat standing in the doorway, smiling, and looking a bit perplexed.
"Ummmm...the...queen of England?" Nice one Jade. That's believable.
"Oh my god! Me too! Well, I just want to visit her palace! It would be so cool! Why do you want to meet her?"
Was she serious? Maybe she was drunk too?
I responded with my intoxicated logic and witty sense of humor.
"Ummm...god save the queen, that's why!"
She laughed.
"You're cute. And drunk." She said
She thinks I'm cute. Yep. Definitely have to get to know her.
"Lies!" I yelled dramatically.
She smiled, and she shook her head at my antics.
When I go back inside, I'm going to find her, and I'm going to talk to her She and I will be friends by tomorrow, or my name isn't...oh, god I think I'm going to throw up.