So this is kind of my first story. It's like a sort of weird, diary like, but totally insane story...hope you like it!

Confessions of a Spontaneous A-Hole

sweetapplePOP

October 29

Maybe you'd think I'm totally insane if I started out like this, but I have a serious problem with belt buckles.

And because I'm SUCH a good friend, I've agreed to go to a party with Gizzie, where, without my knowing, absolutely EVERYONE wore belt buckles.

I know. I know. "Shut the hell up pretty girl, belt buckles are stylish and your an idiot." But this was a country party. A barn party. Or "barn dance." The type of party where guys wear the biggest of belt buckles to get lucky. Where girls lose their virginity in hay stacks.

And younger CITY girls, such as Gizzie and myself, are prone to being belt-buckle-prizes. The "prizes" that toothless, hairy, beer bellied, belt buckled tards will cherish. But good thing we know that that is totally DISGUSTING!!

But, don't get me wrong. I'm not anti-country people or anything. I actually do have a picture of this hot guy on his tractor in his little cowboy hat without a shirt. I'd be so lucky if I could get something like that! But still, even though I may be "categorizing" them as weird people, it's only because I've only met weird country people.

Still don't believe me? That's fine. But there was already one guy eying me. And who am I kidding? He was adorable. He was light skinned with very dark hair. So when I looked over to him, he was smiling a sweet smile. But when I look a little lower, I notice him clutching his belt buckle! Seriously?! Then I saw him wink at me...

Now your thinking, "Oooh look at you! Get some girl!" But listen to the greatness of what happens next. So when he grabbed his belt buckle, he tilted it up, which caught the light, which reflected in my face. Then, because of the sudden brightness that bore into my pupils, I happened to cringe. I cringed right after he winked at me! Smooth, huh?

Anyway, so Gizzie dragged me along to this party for the dumbest reason. See, the guy who's throwing it, Gavin, is a few years older than us. Well I'll just go out and say he's a Junior. But Gizzie is soooo in love with his little brother, Chuck, who is our age. So here's the whole line of connections:

My other best friend, John, has an older brother, Mitchell, who told John, who talked to Chuck about crashing it, who said "hell yes."

Then John told me, then I told Gizzie, who got all giddy, then she talked to Chuck, who told her she should come.

So now I'm being dragged around trying to spot Chuck for my poor love struck friend.

Gizzie better be ready when I wanna chase after some guy. Her ass will be equipped with a walkie talkie. Yelling over "Yee-haw" (which happens to be about a million times louder than my actual voice) doesn't quite work.

But I spotted Chuck and John. So I quickly grabbed her by the collar and dragged her sorry ass over to them.

I took a seat by John, and the only seat left was by Chuck. For a couple of minuter Gizzie stood there, unable to figure out whether to sit by him or to bail out. But someone shoved her from behind, causing her to practically fall on top of Chuck. But anyway, she ended up sitting down.

"So...this is sweet." I said, trying to strike up a conversation like the awesome person I am.

John looked at me, reading my soul. "You hate it you twat. This is probably the lamest party I've ever been to."

"Shut up dude, you haven't been to any other parties, you wouldn't even know."

"Yea I have dammit"

"No you haven't"

"Yea, with Mitchell. We always go to frat parties."

"I'm sure you do."

"I do."

And the cycle goes on forever. I don't know why we do it, but it's just a way to keep us entertained. Until we get tired of arguing and then think of a physical way to do it. Yea. Right now John and I are punching each other in the arms while the two across the table are looking at us in horror.

Chuck clears his throat. "So do you wanna dance Gizabele?"

Gizzie (whose real name is Gizabele but John and I call her Gizzie because it sounds like a bear and we tease her about all her bear like features...and also because it's shorter...) got all red faced and nodded her head really fast like she had some kind of disorder or something.

We watch them go into the crowd, then we stop fighting.

We look at each other and at the same time we say "Keg."

Traveling through the ocean of hicks isn't as bad with John, of course it could be that he is a guy, and as a guy you are given a second glance whether to be shoved off or not. But it still had some downs, me and John are kind of short compared to the rest of the people. We're still in the eighth grade! There is an excuse to be short.

But we still reach the keg. And even though we're kind of like seven years under the drinking age, we drink anyway. Nobody actually listens to the laws like that. I guess there's a plus side of having alcoholic beverages in a barn in the country where cops can't really go...

Now, this being my second party where there was beer, I have gotten the hang of it. Just knock it back, you'll feel it later.

So we travel back to our table, or which is better described as a flat wood plank set on top of some stacks of hay. The red plastic cups are now feeling like the most treasuring thing in the world. I look at my best friend of four years, who is still dancing with Chuck, then I steal a glance over to my best friend of 14 years, who looked back at me. John gave me his full toothed grin and pointed over to a group of guys.

Amazing!

There was some guys from out grade we knew. It was Seth, Nick, Tyson, and Jackson. My homies!!

So, we make a b line to them, and they see us in our drunken state. I get smoothed by Tyson and Nick, in a bear hug that left me feeling soo dreamy. Their cologne was probably what set off my next embarrassing moment.

"You guys...I'm drunk...at a buckle belt paaarrtay...and I might..." I struggled between hiccups when Tyson drapes his arm around my shoulder.

"You might what Max?" he whispers in my ear.

"I might feel...a little horny!"

After saying that, all I remember is drinking the rest of my drink, stealing Johns drink, getting more drinks, and blotches of light and discolored figures.

What was I supposed to do when I woke up the next morning, with a killer hangover, drool on my forehead (I'm pretty sure it wasn't mine...), and on the top of some stacks of hay?

What was I supposed to say when I looked beside me to see a complete stranger sleeping without his shirt on, and his belt off next to him?

Was I supposed to freak out?

Well I looked off the top of my mountain of hay, and I could see only a few people left...

And none of them were John or Gizzie.

None of them I knew.

And worse.

The stranger was waking up.

I panicked in a still type of way. The type of way where you want to move, your telling yourself to move, but your stuck.

He is awake.

Then he looks at me, his bright blue eyes shining.

Then he grabs his forehead and speaks.

"Are you the reason I have a hangover?"

was it good? hopefully it was! I may not be an incredible writer, but R&R i wanna know what you think!! I'll put more in...