The Colors of a Girl
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything related to it belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter Two – Red-Orange
Nervousness can be described as being agitated, uneasy or apprehensive, which was exactly how Ginny felt at that moment. She was suddenly aware of the fact that she had left the house in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants and a green tank-top. Beside her, Ariel was holding out a small compact mirror, applying a layer of gloss over her lips and lining her eyes with a dramatic black line.
Ginny looked at the two boys in the front seat. The one driving had short dark brown hair and dark eyes. He was wearing baggy blue jeans and a red sweater. The one in the passenger seat was blonde, and blue eyed, the typical pretty boy image. He was wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt. She caught herself staring at the blonde for a few seconds before she heard Ariel snap her mirror up and throw it back into her purse.
"Are you going to introduce us to your friend?" The driver with the dark hair asked, looking at Ginny through the rear-view mirror.
"Yeah, Ginny, this is Ben," She said pointing the dark-haired boy, she then moved her pointed finger to the blonde, "And this is David."
"Hi." She responded timidly, avoiding eye contact with David, who had turned around and was taking a good look at her. "So where is this party?" She asked, turning in her seat to Ariel. Instead, Ben answered.
"Kati's tonight. She's a good friend of ours, don't worry."
"Yeah, don't worry," Butted in Ariel, "Just stick around with me and you'll fit in fine."
Pulling up to Kati's house, a two story small-ish house, Ginny wondered whether she should just leave now and go home. To her surprise, Ariel linked her arm through her own and dragged her out of the car.
They walked up the short stone sidewalk, reaching a bright yellow door. Ariel opened the door without knocking and Ariel and Ginny, following by Ben and David, walked in.
Every sense of Ginny's lit up. Her ears filled with the bounding of music coming from the stereo, which was now playing Ludacris, and the sound of people talking and laughing. The whole house smelt like sweat, dog and cooking food.
Ariel said hello to some friends, a few of them giving Ginny a strange look. They walked through a curved entranceway to a large room with a mirror along one side; she noticed that most of the girls in the house were dancing. Looking through the bodies she pushed her way to the living room where some guys and one girl were sitting on a long couch. There was a spot on the couch beside the girl; she had orange hair, somewhat like Ginny's, and it was cut short, curling over shoulders lightly. On the other side of the girl sat a boy with long light brown hair whom was obviously trying to flirt with the girl.
Ginny walked over slowly and sat down beside the girl who turned to her and asked,
"Oh, hi, who're you? Who'd you come with?"
"Uh, I'm Ginny, I came with Ariel."
As soon as she had said the name both the girl's and the boy's face twisted a bit.
"We don't like Ariel." The girl replied shortly, "She's a slut; she sleeps with any guy she can get her hands on."
"Oh." Ginny said quietly, now wishing she hadn't said that.
"I'm Zoë, by the way." The girl said quickly, filling in the silence.
"Yeah, I'm Kyzyl." The boy said, echoing Zoë.
"Cool." Ginny nodded, looked at the television screen where some of the guys happened to be playing a violent video game.
"This sucks. Let's go downstairs." Kyzyl said quietly before standing up and leaving the room.
Ginny looked at Zoë, who was getting up as well. She followed, unsure of where else to go. They walked through the house to the kitchen, where they turned and walked down a set of narrow stairs to a small basement room. The room was tiny compared to the living room. A futon was in front of the back wall, facing a few chairs scattered around. A huge amp sat in the middle of the floor, beside a smaller one. Five other people sat in the room, but Ginny took no notice yet. She sat down a cushy chair as Zoë made her way to the couch.
"Ginny," Zoë began, "This is Michaelin, Liam, Joe, David, and Paul." Ginny looked at them each quickly, most of them said hello or hey back except for Joe, who was busy playing a red and white electric guitar.
As the others started the conversation back up Ginny was allowed to take a longer look at each of the people.
Michaelin was tall girl with short brown hair and brown eyes. She wore light blue jeans and a grey sweater. Hanging from her ears were green and white paperclips. Next to her on the couch was Paul, who had his head balanced on her shoulder. He had long shaggy brown hair and was wearing a blue sweater inscribed with their high school's name. Beside him sat Zoë, and next to her was David, one of the boys she had come with. Ginny couldn't help but look at him for awhile. He looked even better with beads of sweat running over his forehead and watching Joe as he strummed at the guitar.
Liam was about her height and had very curly dark brown hair. He sat playing a bass connected to the larger amp. Joe sat a stool on the side of the room. With his defined cheekbones and blonde-ish hair he sort of reminded Ginny of a younger Johnny Depp.
"So…how's the weather?" She heard Paul say at a long pause of silence. They all laughed a bit, as if this was some inside joke before Kyzyl took a plastic dog toy and threw it at him.
"Look what I bought today." Kyzyl said, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie and bringing out a small purple and green glass pipe.
"Nice." Liam said, reaching out for it, "Let's try it out."
Kyzyl handed it to him, "Okay, put we're using your stuff, I don't have any left."
Liam took the delicate piece in his hand and reached into the pocket of his pants, finally pulling out a small plastic bag decorated with stars. Ginny watched interestedly as he took the weed out of the bag and slowly patted it into the bowl of the pipe, being very careful not to spill any. He then reached into his other pocket and pulled out a blue lighter. He flicked the red button on the lighter and a small burst of flame emerged from the thing. He flicked it again, over the bowl time and put the pipe to his mouth, inhaling deeply. Holding the smoke in, he passed the pipe and lighter to Joe, who quickly took a hit and continued playing guitar.
Ginny watched through the gathering smoke as the pipe was passed around in a circle, finally landing on her.
"I've never done this before." She said nervously.
"Ah, don't worry," Zoë told her, "just do what everyone else did."
She slowly raised the pipe to her mouth and flicked the lighter, throwing sparks down on the marijuana. A stream of smoke was pulled into her mouth as she inhaled and she could feel a dry, burning sensation tickle her throat. She tried her best not to cough but gave-up and collapsed into a pile of coughs and giggles.
The pipe was passed around once more under it was done and Ginny began feeling the affects immediately. Her head was light and empty and she couldn't think properly. She suddenly found herself dragged into a conversation about being able to see through walls.
"I'm thirsty!" She yelled for about the fourth time.
"Woah, don't yell, my ears hurt!" Michaelin yelled back, giggling.
"Well, I've only asked about four times." Ginny retorted.
"You haven't said anything." Zoë replied.
"Oh." Ginny replied before blushing and falling out of her chair laughing. "But I'm still thirsty."
"Yeah, me too" Paul said quickly, "Michaelin – up!"
Michaelin grumbled a bit of nonsense before standing up, pulling up her pants and strutting comically to the stairs. Ginny listened carefully to her footsteps up the stairs and across the floor. Ginny stood up quickly, feeling dizzy and sat down on the couch, making herself comfortable. Paul, happy for another shoulder, rested his head on her shoulder, much to Ginny's surprise.
A couple of minutes later Michaelin came back with some glasses filled with different drinks. She passed everybody a cup and told them to take only one sip, she was very organized, she said out loud, even if she was high.
Ginny looked into the cup she was passed, took a deep breath and sipped. She knew immediately that it was alcohol, what kind, she didn't know. It looked dark brown and tasted of coconuts and something much stronger. She passed the cup to Paul and grabbed the one Joe was handing her. She looked into the glass and took a sip, not caring what it was. This one she liked a lot, it tasted like cherry cough syrup and was very sweet. Passing the cups around the room, Ginny was experiencing alcohol for the first time and surprisingly – she liked it.
She could still here Joe playing guitar and Liam playing bass, although it didn't sound much like anything now. She looked around, noticing that David was still here. Ginny caught his eye and he smiled and winked at her.
"Hey Ginny, wanna come find the other guitar and amp with me?" David asked quietly.
"Uh, sure," She replied, stumbling off the couch and following David to a different part of the basement, "Where is it?"
David pulled a cord from the ceiling and the room they were in filled with light. It looked as if this was the laundry room; no sign of a guitar there. She followed him through the laundry room to another dark room. He didn't turn on the light this time, but kept walking into the pitch black room. Ginny whimpered unconsciously, being afraid of the dark.
"Don't whimper, Ginny." David said quickly, "It sounds like you're crying."
"I'm not," She responded, a bit irritably, "I just don't like the dark."
She could hear David rustling through the room around her. Suddenly she felt two hands on either side of her waist and she could make out the outline of his body in front of her. He moved his head towards her should and she shivered as she felt his warm breath on her neck. She suppressed a giggle and pulled her hands up, running them through his hair.
"Ginny…" He whispered, wrapping his arms tighter around her delicate body.
"David…" She whispered back, although a small hiccough escaped from her throat, making her laugh. "Sorry." She said quickly.
David laughed and she loved the way it felt to be held by a boy. She could feel his arms around her waist and his leg that was slowly creeping its way between her own. His hands were running over the outside of her shirt, making her tremble slightly.
Suddenly she found David's lips on her own. The friction between them was making her crazy. She parted her lips slightly and David's tongue found its way into her mouth, exploring her. He had pulled her closer and his hands were inching closer and closer to her chest. Their passion grew as the seconds passed but stopped almost as fast as the lust had begun when the light to the room was turned on and they found themselves facing Zoë and Michaelin; David's hand almost up Ginny's shirt.
"We found them." Zoë yelled, sniggering, as they turned and left. Ginny pulled down her shirt and took a step back from David.
"I think I have to go." Ginny said, looking at the silver watch on David's wrist. David frowned.
"Alright," He said eventually, "Maybe I'll see you again?"
"Yeah, definitely," She paused, thinking, "Actually, why don't you give me your number?"
David nodded and found a discarded pen on the basement floor. He picked it up and reached for Ginny's hand, writing down the seven digits.
Ginny turned and before she left the room, spun around.
"See you David." She said.
"See you." He replied sadly.
She walked quickly through the rest of the house, her mind a blur of color, sound, light and noise. She closed the door of the house behind her, feeling calm and safe in the cool, crisp air. And she wandered; she walked aimlessly through the night, going through everything that had happened.
Songs listened to while writing this chapter:
The Panda Song – Liam Lynch
I Woke Up In a Car – Something Corporate
Little Girls Pointing and Laughing – Alexisonfire
Hey Ya – Outkast
Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana