Chapter Two
"Come on Ally! We're going to be late!" A note of annoyance was easily detectable in my friends voice.
"I'm almost done!" I called. I knew she wasn't going to be happy. I'd told her that about five times already. But I was in the midst of trying to rid myself of a unicorn that was making its way around my room. I turned trying to see if that would bring on a paper tornado. A rustle of paper. Yes! It worked. I turned around to a flurry of paper. "Done!" I called to Miranda downstairs. Her 'whisper' of "Finally" was still heard up in my room. I smiled and heard Diana giggling. Time for a night out. I threw my door open and dashed down the stairs, heels clicking all the way. Click, clack, click, clack. Its almost haunting. Appearing in the living room doorway, I surveyed the scene. My two best friends were splayed out on the couch, absorbed in their favorite television show, Bones. I heard that the books were good, but I don't read them, for obvious reasons.
"You guys ready?" I made my presence in the room known.
"I think the real reason is, are you?" They both looked me up and down. Okay so maybe I was a little scantily clad, but seriously, we're going clubbing, isn't everyone?
"Yes," I tried my best to sound annoyed, but a smile had wiggled its way onto my face and there was no getting rid of it now. "Well, lets get going then." I shooed them off the couch and out the door, pausing only to make sure said door was locked.
An hour later the music was blaring in our ears and cold drinks were making their way down our throats.
"Where are Collin and Dean? I thought we were supposed to meet them here."
"I don't know where they are!" Diana giggled, already a bit tipsy. She doesn't have a very high tolerance. "They were supposed to be here." She smiled. It didn't matter to her. She was drunk, and it was fun. But it mattered to me. It wouldn't be a perfect night until all of my four friends were standing around me. So I set off to look for Dean and Collin. I found them on the other side of the club sitting in a booth, staring at the women walking by.
"People watching, boys?" I quirked an eyebrow. I loved teasing them.
"Uh, sure." Collin replied. Okay so he was sober. Dean, on the other hand, looked like he had seen better days. "Where have you been?"
"We've been standing over at the bar, wondering the same thing."
"I texted Diana five minutes ago that we were here, I didn't get a reply." Colling said, clearly trying to point out that it wasn't his fault.
"That wouldn't have done much good. I'm afraid the poor girl has already had one to many. I giggled at the goofy grin that appeared on Collins face. He had a sweet spot for Diana. She was lucky, he was really, really hot.
"Why don't you bring them over here then?" I chuckled at his anxiousness and headed away to grab the girls. When I found them they were laughing uncontrollably about something that they probably didn't even remember.
"Come on, I found the guys." They snapped their heads around. They had obviously been unaware of my presence, until then. They got up, wobbling slightly on their mile high heels. We all tottered our way over to the guys.
"I'm back!" The way I say the last word makes me seem as though I'm a victim of murder that has risen from the grave to avenge my untimely death. Collin and Dean both laughed, Dean just a little bit to raucously. Miranda was on the verge of hiding behind me, she was never comfortable around drunk people. She's embarrassed for them I think. Honestly I think its hilarious. We shoved the boys aside and dropped into our seats. Collin glared at me as I shoved my purse down into the small crack of space in between us, obviously angry that it was me sitting here and not Miranda.
"Can I get you ladies anything?" The waiter looked us up and down as he spoke. I smiled, cheekily up at him, I never miss a good opportunity to flirt.
"Sure," I said, still smiling. "We'll have an Abita Amber each." I love Abita. It reminds me of home. I've got the girls hooked on it too. Its just so dang good!
He looked at me with a weird look on his face. I asume he expected me to order so fru fru drink that all the other girls like. Not me and the girls, we decided a long time ago that we didn't do those mixed drinks. The waiter left, still sporting the confused look, now with the head shaking to match.
Suddenly Ron Weasly had popped up in my head. Oh crap, who was walking around a club with a copy of Harry Potter? A red head was moving through the crowd towards us.
"You know guys? I think I need to go." I got up and was gone before they had a chance to argue. I headed straight towards the red head bobbing around in front of me. The only reason that people weren't staring was that they were all to drunk to pay any attention.
"Ron! What are you doing here?" I had seen him before so I had a feeling that he might know me.
"I was looking for you!" Yep. He definitely remembered me. So that meant that he probably remembered what happened that summer. I looked away from him. My tear filled eyes searching for something else to look at other than the boy I had loved.