Pat and I arrived at the party at 7.30, just as everyone else started
arriving. Rory had driven us in, and said that Luke would pick us up at
1.30.
I didn't really know what you wore to parties, so after an hour of consideration, Rory and I choose a pair of hip hugger jeans and a green boob tube that finished just past my hips with a big thick elastic band at that made it cling to my hips.
As Pat and I walked in I noticed some girls point to me, and smile. I smiled back at them and walked over towards them.
'Hey, I'm Ellie,' I said as I neared them.
'I'm Jamie, and this is Kristi, Jess, and Tessa,' said a pretty blonde haired girl. The girls said there hello's and Kristi quickly said, 'how do you know Pat Gilmore?'
'He's my brother,' I said laughing, at there eagerness.
'Really, you don't really look alike,' said Kristi. 'I thought you might have been going out or something.'
'Yeah, we get that,' I said smiling. After 10 minutes of chatting with the girls their boyfriends came up and they left for the make shift dance floor. I walked over towards the punch bowl and sculled down a glass of it not realising that there was a huge amount of vodka mixed in, until three glasses later when I started to loosen up a bit.
'Hey baby,' said the Joseph from earlier today. He was quiet good looking, fairly tall for a 9th grader and had gorgeous blonde hair and hazel eyes.
'Hey,' I said smiling up at him. 'I'm Ellie.'
'Michael,' he said looking down at me. 'You want to dance?' he asked grabbing my hand. I nodded and followed him towards the dance floor. After half an hour of dancing quiet closely, we headed to get a drink.
'Here you go,' said Michael getting him and I a beer, and two to go.
'Thanks,' I said taking a sip and following him out side. I saw Pat making out with some random chick on the porch and I quickly grabbed Michael's hand and made for a secluded part of the yard. Not like a secluded part was hard to find, it was a massive yard it was nearly as big as an oval.
'I didn't know you were that eager to be alone with me,' he said as we sat down on the grass and kissed me. I kissed him back, taking in his beer and smoky breath. We sat there making out for 20 minutes, until my back hurt from being pushed up against the tree and my breasts were swollen from all the groping.
I sculled down the rest of my beer and got up wanting another one.
'Babe, come back,' he said pulling at my hand. For a minute I wanted to say that my name was Ellie and slap him on the head, but then the beer took over so I sat back down and we started making out again. I knew that I didn't want to be shy any more, but I didn't want to be slutty either.
'What's wrong?' he asked drunkenly as I pulled away and got up.
'I need another beer,' I said as he mumbled something about another one for him as well. I found Pat in the same spot, talking to his flavour or make out chick.
'Ella?' he asked grabbing hold of my hand. I wasn't drunk any more, thank god. I was a little tipsy but good enough not to do or say anything stupid.
'Hey, Pat,' I said sitting down.
'You been drinking?' he asked suspiciously.
'Yes, and that's not all that I've been doing,' I said cheekily, yeah after all I think I'm a little bit more than a tiny tipsy.
'You're an idiot,' he said half-heartedly grabbing hold of my hand.
'Who's this?' asked the girl that had been clinging to Pat.
'I'm Ella, Pat's sister,' I said putting my hand out for her to shake, but she just looked at it. 'Yeah, nice to meet you,' I said getting up for another drink. As I headed in to the house, the smell of smoke and pot engulfed me. I quickly grabbed two beers and headed back for Michael, not wanting to stay inside.
'Your back,' he said dragging on a cigarette.
'Here,' I said passing him a beer, and grabbing his smoke, inhaling, trying not to cough and look immature.
'Thanks,' he said taking off the top and gulping down some of his beer. 'So you're not much of a Mary are you?' he asked suddenly.
'How did you guess?' I asked drunkenly.
'Making out with a guy you don't really know,' he said looking into my eyes. 'You have really pretty eyes,' he said moving into kiss me again. But this time it was different, I felt like I had to live up to what he was saying, that indeed I was no Mary.
I didn't really know what you wore to parties, so after an hour of consideration, Rory and I choose a pair of hip hugger jeans and a green boob tube that finished just past my hips with a big thick elastic band at that made it cling to my hips.
As Pat and I walked in I noticed some girls point to me, and smile. I smiled back at them and walked over towards them.
'Hey, I'm Ellie,' I said as I neared them.
'I'm Jamie, and this is Kristi, Jess, and Tessa,' said a pretty blonde haired girl. The girls said there hello's and Kristi quickly said, 'how do you know Pat Gilmore?'
'He's my brother,' I said laughing, at there eagerness.
'Really, you don't really look alike,' said Kristi. 'I thought you might have been going out or something.'
'Yeah, we get that,' I said smiling. After 10 minutes of chatting with the girls their boyfriends came up and they left for the make shift dance floor. I walked over towards the punch bowl and sculled down a glass of it not realising that there was a huge amount of vodka mixed in, until three glasses later when I started to loosen up a bit.
'Hey baby,' said the Joseph from earlier today. He was quiet good looking, fairly tall for a 9th grader and had gorgeous blonde hair and hazel eyes.
'Hey,' I said smiling up at him. 'I'm Ellie.'
'Michael,' he said looking down at me. 'You want to dance?' he asked grabbing my hand. I nodded and followed him towards the dance floor. After half an hour of dancing quiet closely, we headed to get a drink.
'Here you go,' said Michael getting him and I a beer, and two to go.
'Thanks,' I said taking a sip and following him out side. I saw Pat making out with some random chick on the porch and I quickly grabbed Michael's hand and made for a secluded part of the yard. Not like a secluded part was hard to find, it was a massive yard it was nearly as big as an oval.
'I didn't know you were that eager to be alone with me,' he said as we sat down on the grass and kissed me. I kissed him back, taking in his beer and smoky breath. We sat there making out for 20 minutes, until my back hurt from being pushed up against the tree and my breasts were swollen from all the groping.
I sculled down the rest of my beer and got up wanting another one.
'Babe, come back,' he said pulling at my hand. For a minute I wanted to say that my name was Ellie and slap him on the head, but then the beer took over so I sat back down and we started making out again. I knew that I didn't want to be shy any more, but I didn't want to be slutty either.
'What's wrong?' he asked drunkenly as I pulled away and got up.
'I need another beer,' I said as he mumbled something about another one for him as well. I found Pat in the same spot, talking to his flavour or make out chick.
'Ella?' he asked grabbing hold of my hand. I wasn't drunk any more, thank god. I was a little tipsy but good enough not to do or say anything stupid.
'Hey, Pat,' I said sitting down.
'You been drinking?' he asked suspiciously.
'Yes, and that's not all that I've been doing,' I said cheekily, yeah after all I think I'm a little bit more than a tiny tipsy.
'You're an idiot,' he said half-heartedly grabbing hold of my hand.
'Who's this?' asked the girl that had been clinging to Pat.
'I'm Ella, Pat's sister,' I said putting my hand out for her to shake, but she just looked at it. 'Yeah, nice to meet you,' I said getting up for another drink. As I headed in to the house, the smell of smoke and pot engulfed me. I quickly grabbed two beers and headed back for Michael, not wanting to stay inside.
'Your back,' he said dragging on a cigarette.
'Here,' I said passing him a beer, and grabbing his smoke, inhaling, trying not to cough and look immature.
'Thanks,' he said taking off the top and gulping down some of his beer. 'So you're not much of a Mary are you?' he asked suddenly.
'How did you guess?' I asked drunkenly.
'Making out with a guy you don't really know,' he said looking into my eyes. 'You have really pretty eyes,' he said moving into kiss me again. But this time it was different, I felt like I had to live up to what he was saying, that indeed I was no Mary.
