"It's a shame about the choir room," Damian said, sipping on a bottle of crème soda.
"Yeah." I sighed, "Brought up a lot of emotions." I sipped mine. Damian and I were sitting on my couch, face to face, our feet touching in the middle. Our toes were wrestling, just like old times.
"What's up, Marissa?" he asked, picking up on my melancholy tone.
I let out a sighed, making my bangs go flying. I looked at Damian, smirking, trying to hide my true emotions. "It just reminded me of how alone we are. Something's there one moment and the next, he's gone."
"He?" Damian caught onto my word use. He raised his eyebrow, giving me a knowing look.
"Shut up," I mumbled.
"Mars," Damo said, looking at me intensily but in a tender manner, "You need to open up." I looked away, not wanting to keep contact. "Mars…"
"I'm going to bed," I said, "Night, Damo."
Damian stood up and hugged me. I took in his cologne. I loved Damian like a brother. He held me. I almost decided to tell him all my feeling but decided against it at the last minute.
I went up the stairs to my room and cried myself to sleep.
"There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbie's on the barbeque"
We all danced around as Lindsay sang. Hannah took the microphone next.
"There's a hickie or a bruise
Pictures of last night
Eended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a black top blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled"
Samuel grabbed the mic next.
"Last Friday night
Yeah we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot!"
Then Cameron took it.
"Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard!"
Damian grabbed it next.
"Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop-op
Whoa-oh-oah"
Then Ellis.
"This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again!"
Then Micky went.
"Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
With my favorite party dress
Warrants out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail."
Then Matheus finished the song.
"Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled…"
We all collapsed into the seats of our make-shift choir room that was Lindsay's basement. "Great job guys!" Mr. Schue said, leading the applause, "You had great energy, keep that and bring it a regional's!"
We all cheered, ready for regional's.