DISCLAMIER: I don't own anything, just so we're clear.

Author's Note: This whole thing is just a little snippet, have fun with it. I'm just doing something different.

Rated M: Some very loose inappropriate themes.

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We're at a party. The music is blaring, some unrecognizable song- it doesn't matter, not to me.

I grip my plastic red cup tighter; the drink is clean, non-alcoholic. My peers are dancing, slaves to the beat of the unknown song. They are at the mercy of the D.J. I swirl my non-alcoholic drink twice then search the crowd for you.

I lost you the second we arrived. One moment we are closing the door to your beat up station wagon and the next you are gone, out of my sight.

The party is boring. I've checked my watch several times. But I'm too much of a coward to find you and tell you that I want to leave.

You're having fun- being drunk.

What happened to us?

More importantly, what happened to you?

I though it was fine, I thought everything was fine. But then here we are, juniors in high school pretending to be college freshmen so we could sneak into this "totally awesome, super fantastic party!" whatever, I'm above that.

But not you, I want you to come back to me, I want you to go back to the way you were before.

Fat chance of that happening any time soon, right?

I scan the crowd again, I find you up against the wall laughing, snorting, at something a boy is saying. The boy has large shoulders, like an ox. He is wearing a tight green shirt. My eyes linger over you.

Blonde hair cascading down your back slightly curled-

Blue eyes dizzy with drunkenness-

Your pale skin glowing in the dim light.

God, I miss you.

I lick my lips and slam my plastic red cup down on the end table close to me. I make my way through the crowd- pushing into different bodies, different smells, and touch. The crowd is an animal, it's not several individuals, it's just a blob of sweat and lust grinding and pulling on each other.

But, somehow, I get out.

The boy with the ox shoulders and tight green shirt has left, you are alone, swaying your hips to the song and guzzling down your drink.

I want to have you, now.

I grab your hand; you make not a sound as I drag you into the bathroom and shut the door.

You let me shove you against the wall, your lips obey as I crash mine onto yours. I want to press my whole being against you. I want to find where we went wrong. I'm pushing into you deeper and digging my nails into your curls.

Your arms are loosely wrapped around my waist and you moan when I touch that one spot where you like to be touched.

"I miss you." I hiss huskily against your cheek as you turn the tables and slam me against the wall. "S-Sam?" I quiver.

You pull back and shake your head. "I'm sorry Carly." Your eyes suddenly look sober. "We can't… I ca-"

Someone is banging on the bathroom door. "Yo! Hurry the hell up!" A gruff voice growls from the outside.

You put your head in your heads and breathe in sharply. "Okay, okay…" You say to yourself when you bring your head back up. "Let me take you home." You say, "This party is crap, right?"

"Right." I say with a nod.

But before we walk out, as you stare straight ahead you tell me, "I' am sorry, just so you know. You and me? We just don't work."

But I love you!

I want to scream that to you. I want to grab you and shake you and tell you that we do work! We do!

But I don't.

We walk out, through the animal crowd and into the gravel driveway- my heels crunching the ground as do your converse shoes. You take me home and we both make a silent vow to pretend this never happened, like the times before.

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