The blaring ebbs and flows of electronic music surrounded us. The smell of alcohol and the vibrant eyes of druggies were also another enviromental welcoming. I heard screams, very familiar screams. I ran to the scene to see my curly haired best friend being pinned by another girl, the stupid girl had no idea how to fight though obviously and was falsely accusing my friend of things. The anger became too much. I had to tear the girl off of her. I yanked the violent blonde off of my friend. She then proceeded to try to attack me but a swift and oddly accurate punch in the face stopped her. I quickly gathered my lanky, hazel eyed friend up and ran out of the club; the sound of the new waved electronic music fading in the distance as we made our way to the pitiful thing we called our car. My friend sat in the drivers seat and I positioned myself in the passenger seat. She looked at me wondrous eyes, her nose bleeding and her eye or cheek most likely starting its bruise. I smiled shakingly, "I told you clubs were dangerous.".
She laughed, that dorky one she's obtained since we were teenagers, "I know, but the music is too drawing,"
"Just stay beside me from now on, d'accord?" I fussily scolded her, reminding her of the promised buddy system we had.
"D'accord." She agreed.
So, let me tell you the story of how my friend and I got here exactly.
It all started roughly at age 16.