HEY:D

So I finished my exams ... now I just have to wait for the results *le sigh*

And now here I am again:) so I'm sorry if its crap because I haven't ... well I haven't really moved in a little while:L IM LAZY OK. DON'T JUDGE ME.

I'm sad because one of my best friends is ditching me for Canada :'(

So now this has turned into a blog ...

Let's move on:D

FOLLOW ME AND FAVOURITE ME AND REVIEW ME

because ... well because CATS.

Poppy

After insisting on walking me home, much to my chagrin because it would have been so much more simple just to fly, Tristan had left me on my doorstep, afraid of being seen by my Father.

I may or may not have told him that he has punched boys who came round before ...

I unlocked the mottled and rusty green front door of our house and slowly opened it, scared of creating too much noise and waking everybody up. Once having snuck upstairs and crept into my room, I decided that there was no way I was going to be able to sleep, and seeing as it had only just struck twelve, threw open my window and flew to the dance club in the centre of town, ready to drown my sorrows.

Enigma's blue shimmering doors pulsated with a heavy beat, and the long queue of tipsy men and women tutted and groaned loudly at me as I waved hello to Dave, the bouncer on the door. I was swallowed by the sound as soon as I entered, surrounded by hot sweaty bodies on either side of me I pushed myself through the mosh pit to the bar, enjoying the feel of oxygen once again flowing to my lungs.

'Alright there Poppy?' the handsome bartender flashed me a heart stopping grin and tousled his brown curly hair.

I gave him a weak smile. 'Three Crimson Tide shots please.'

'Wow that bad huh?' He questioned me as he began to fill three shot glasses.

I groaned and placed my head in my hands. 'Actually, make it five.'

The fiery liquid spread through my veins as I downed a shot in one, enjoying the numbing release from emotion. As I moved onto the third the bartender, who's name I swear I had known earlier, frowned at me, shaking his head as I caught the attention of a short, blonde curly haired girl in the corner of the room. Bounding over to me she threw her arms around my neck, enveloping me in a bear hug.

'OH MY GOD POPPY!' She screamed in my ear, clearly having stood too close to a speaker earlier on during the night. 'I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN YEARS, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? OH MY GOD YOU LOOK AMAZING, YOUR HAIR IS SO LONG, OH MY GOD!' She let out a huge squeak, wrapping me in another bone crushing hug, before glancing over to my shot glasses, two of which still had a fire coloured liquid in them.

The girl was Linday, an old friend of mine from Primary school, who I had attempted to keep in contact with when I moved to London, but had failed. Bright and bubbly, she was always the life of the party and we had never had a dull moment when we were younger.

The music died down a little as she tutted at me and said, 'Not drinking on your own are you?' She sighed as I shook my head, grinning at me as she grabbed one of my shot glasses and downed the liquid, grimacing as it hit her veins. 'Well, not any more!'

I giggled and grabbed my last shot before she could grab it off me as well, 'I've missed you Linday.'

Her face broke out into a huge grin as she pulled me into the crowd of people yelling, 'OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG!"

I'm the cat with the bass and drum

Going around like Bom Bom Bom

What's grooving

I'm moving

I like your style of womping

How charming just a rapper

Load him up and eat that snapper

I want sixteen pints of rum and then I go BOM BOM

We spent the next two hours dancing around like madmen on the floor, the alcohol setting in as I found myself a bit too close to strange men time and time again. Realising my mistakes before they had started however, I slid back towards Linday, my rock in the mess of my life.

I vaguely remember a drunken phone call to one of my friends, but for the life of me couldn't remember who until I heard a deep voice in my ear.

'Don't you think it's time to go home now?'

Out of all the people to drunk dial, why did it have to be Tristan? The only person who would come and find me and make sure I was ok. Why Tristan?

I guess I knew why. He was the reason I had been binge drinking after all.

I turned and pouted at him. 'Noooope.' I giggled, swaying on my heels. 'I'm having fun with Lindsay Lohan ... where is she? Oop there she is,' I grabbed Linday's arm and pulled her back towards me as she passed by, 'She's my best friend.'

He frowned at me. 'Ugh, you're so drunk. Right, that's it I'm dragging you home if that's what it takes.'

Linday poked a finger at his chest. 'You're American. And you're hot.' She stared at me before her eyes lit up in excitement. 'oh my god. You're banging him aren't you!'

I ignored Tristans smirk and stepped away from him, holding onto Linday's shoulder to keep balanced and crossed my arms over my chest. 'No way hose. And yooouuu.' I pointed my finger at Tristan, in the same way Linday had, 'can't tell me what to do. I don't belong to you. So you can go away now.' I thought for a second. 'Please.'

Tristan shook his head at me and pulled my arm, causing me to topple on my heels and fall into him, he grabbed my waist to support me and whispered, 'actually, you do belong with me. You told me so when you called me.'

I cringed, disturbed by how little I remembered off the phone call and pushed away from him, disappearing into the crowd as I yelled. 'GOODBYE TRISTAN.'

I made my way to the middle of the dance floor, slipping through cracks in dancing couples and quickly attracted the attention of a nearby man who was standing alone, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. He made his way over to me, standing so close that I could smell his body odour, and see food granules on his moustache. I gagged and attempted to step away from him but he grabbed my wrist tightly. 'Wanna dance sweet cheeks?'

I tried to pull away from him but his grip on me tightened. 'N .. No.' I found my voice. 'No I don't think I want to dance with you.'

'Aw c'mon,' He stroked my cheek and i cringed from his touch, disgusted. 'Just one dance didn't hurt nobody.'

Tristan pulled me away from the man easily and I gladly let his arms encircle me. 'It would hurt you. The lady said no, so if you have an ounce of dignity left in your bones then you will leave her alone.' His voice dropped menacingly at the end, and the man looked frightened, mumbling about stupid americans as he found his next victim.

He turned me round and I wrapped my arms around his warm body, as I felt the sobering effects of the previous event. I still couldn't remember what I had revealed in my phone call however, and I still felt too tipsy to probably hold a sensible conversation. I guess Tristan would probably test that theory later.

'Ok, I'm going to take you home now.' He rested his chin on my head and sighed as he felt me tense at the notion.

'No. No, I don't wanna go home. Home is scary. Take me somewhere else pleease.' I whimpered

Tristan looked at me worriedly and creased his forehead in thought. 'Okay, we can go back to my hotel room.' He smiled at me, 'but you can't tell my parents that you stayed over, ok?'

I nodded happily. 'Can't tell my parents that you stayed over, got it.'

He shook his head in amusement and took my hand, pulling me out of the door.