We had been dancing, sweating and socializing for two hours now. That's why I love the rave scene so much- meeting so many different types of people. the variety is amazing: gangsters, goths, preps, jocks. Everyone. And they're all so friendly. The ravers rule and designer drugs have a big part in that friendliness. For those of you who don't know what the raver rule is- PLUR, which stands for Peace, Love, Unity and Respect. Designer drugs? Ecstasy, which makes you feel in love with everything. And acid, which just makes everything seem like you're in Alice In Wonderland, basically. They're the main ones, atleast.
Anyways, Aiden and I were on the top floor, buying water and looking down at the hundreds of ravers girating all over. "This is amazing!" I nodded in agreement, but was distracted by the prettiest thing I've ever seen in my entire life, by far. She was dancing by herself, eyes closed, mouthing the words to whatever song was playing. Her dark brown hair was halfway up and had bright blue and white feathers in it, carelessly but beautifully. Her outfit matched the colour scheme, a mix between a tutu and a skirt with a tight, strapless shirt and white, high-heeled boots. It left little to the imagination, but made me desperate to see what was.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by a countdown. "10, 10, 10... 9, 9, 9... 8-" I looked at the screen below us, which displayed the numbers.
"Oh my god! It's almost New Years!" Aiden and I screamed and started counting down.
"6... 5... 3... 2... 1!" We kissed and laughed. I looked around and no one else even noticed the countdown. Sucks for them.
"Uhm, Spencer," Aiden said, laughing while holding his phone up to me. It read '11:11' We both laughed and felt completely stupid. "Let's go back downstairs and daaance!" He grabbed my hand and started to drag me downstairs. I glanced back to look for the brunette, who was nowhere in sight. Disappointed, but eager to find her, I raced down the stairs behind Aiden.