Here's to never growing up ~

{I recommend listening to the song in night core, on repeat, while reading this}

[dont be mad if I get something wrong. I will be changing things. ]

Do Not Read If You Don't Like Swearing!

America.

I begin to pick up the pace, downing shot after shot. We're at Celeste's party because... Because... I forgot, okay? I let out a scream of victory as I realise Marlee still has to 2 shots left. Hah. Turning around, I'm met with yet sight of Kriss and Maxon, high school sweethearts, pressed against a wall in a heated make-out session. Maxon's my ex - I think. Oh yeah! He cheated on me with Kriss. I don't care about him, anymore, though - he doesn't care about me so I might as well give him the same treatment. The next think I know, the music is turned up and everyone is dancing, pressed closely together. All except from me, I'm dancing on what, previously, was the drinks table. I still have a drink in my hand, it's raised in the air and every so often, it spills slightly. I don't even know what I'm drinking but it's getting me drunk so it's fine. In the corner, I notice someone recording me so I make my dancing more... More... Feminine? My hips rotate in a fashion that isn't so innocent. I'm in high waisted shorts that cut off mid way through my thigh and a shirt that exposes my stomach as well as my nonexistent cleavage. My hair falls around me and I feel beautiful, like the life of the party. When I lose my footing and tumble to the floor, I lay there, laughing as people laugh at me.

"Here's to never growing up!" I yell as loud as I can, lifting my left arm into the air. I receive a cheer from the rest of the crowd. Soon, I find myself somewhere or another, getting another drink. Then another.

"10!"

"9!"

"8!"

Oh yeah, it's new year.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"Happy New Year!" So it's January 1st? Isn't that my birthday? Yeah it is. I didn't tell them though so I'm all good. The only person who knows is Maxon but he's still sucking faces with Kriss. I grab a glass bottle, that's full, and get out of the house, running out of the house and running down the street.

"Kiss my Ass!" I yell, laughing and stopping somewhere near a lamppost. Yeah, I still live like this. Glancing behind me, the person with the camera from earlier is following me, recording me.

"Fuck you society!" I take a gulp from the bottle and stick my middle finger up at all the houses. That's when I realise a person has their head out the window, a phone pressed to their ear. Police. Big fuck. I laugh and run again, starting through back alleys I memorised. And everything goes black.

Now I'm in unfamiliar surroundings. Was I arrested? I was arrested.

"Young lady." I snap my head up at the police officer looking at me through bars. "We need to call you parents so they can take you home."

"I'll have you know that both of my parents are dead and I live in my own apartment." I reply, my voice has a sharp edge to it and my head pounds.

"What's your address?"

"{insert Address}"

"We'll let you off this time but if we catch you again they'll be a fine." I internally groan as they get me home. When I walk in, it's freezing so I begin to turn the heating on. Sluggishly, I limp to my bedroom but when I open the door, I see a naked boy from a class. I think I came home then went back out.. Did I sleep with someone? Again? For fuck sake America. I stumble over and shake their shoulder. The face I'm met with surprises me the most. Maxon?

"Hmm?" He opens his eyes and as soon as he does, they turn as wide as dinner plates. "I thought you were Kriss?"

"I'm very much not Kriss." I say her name with the nicest tone I can muster. Me and Maxon never did 'it' when we were together. Almost. But not all the way.

"All I know is me and Kriss are trying for kids and we're trying to find a place to.. Yeah."

"SO YOU-- NO-- WAIT--" I yell. I come from a family of 5. I would assume it's easier for me to get pregnant. So..? "Fuck.. Can you leave? I want to spend my 19th birthday with someone who doesn't mistake me for someone else."

"When I was suspicious because Kriss was never that good in be--"

"Go. Just go." I have to fight a smile that tugging at my lips.

And that was how it started.