Author's Note: Oh, wow! You're still here? My, my! I feel a little bit grateful. (and a little bit proud? haha!)
Just wanted to say that you really don't need to read this upper note, you know. I just put this here for the whole copyright thing, I guess? Oh well, modern times call for modern measures.
The next song that you will encounter in this one is called Come On, Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners.
Also we all know how it goes: I do not own WF and any other content blah blah blah... blah. You get the picture!
Alright, on with chapter 2!
~Fire Head
He sat on one of the tables.
He was watching the door, secretly wishing that a certain someone would walk in of it. The chitter-chatter of his friends washed into the room and into his senses. He wasn't really paying that much attention on what the subject of it all was, though.
Oh, it's what you do to me…
He kept watching the door, an unusually tense feeling settling at the bottom of his stomach. Instinct made him drum his fingers on the wooden table, sending little vibrations that made his glass tremble and his drink slosh all over. Breathing in the thick warm air in the room, the smells of the party settled inside his nasal area. It all smelled like alcohol and pepperoni. Someone tapped him on the shoulder and carried his thoughts back to reality.
"Hey, hey, Mig. Mig! Yoo-hoo, earth to JM." Someone was waving a hand in front of his face. Blinking in a few of his confusion, he faced his friend and raised his eyebrows to cover-up for his somehow delusional state. "Sorry, guys. Just a little tired, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders as his friends examined him.
Oh, what you do to me.
"Well, you better snap out of it soon. That isn't any way to spend New Year's Eve, man." Bagasina mustered out. "Come one, friends, we gotta celebrate. I mean, we survived through half of junior year already. That is saying something." Manuel finished and raised his glass in the air while everyone else followed suit.
The glasses clinked and the front door suddenly swung open. Two girls walked in, yet Juan Mig's eyes only directed themselves towards the girl in the blue dress. He eyed Meagan secretly, a small wave of happiness washing over him.
What you do to me.
She came.A small smile formed into his lips. It faded quickly as soon as it came, just the moment he noticed that there were people still around him. He sniffed and turned his head back to his drink, still keeping his eyes at the pretty girl at the door. She was his prize for tonight. His guest of honor.
"Everyone, the life of the party has arrived. Unless, of course, you rule out Benedict Cumberbatch. Oh wait, he's too busy pretending that he isn't my boyfriend." Bea had her arms spread wide to her not-so-grand self-introduction. Chuckles ensued.
"I'm thirsty. Someone sssssacrifice some blood." She continued in a raspy voice as the two newly-arrived guests took their seats. Everyone rolled their eyes at the lame attempt for a joke. "No? Okay, I'll have what he's having." The loud girl nodded towards Rylan's glass. A bronze liquid was glistening inside. Someone passed her a glass of the putrid drink.
"Hey, I'm the savage here!" Chynna piped in. A few short giggles greeted her reply.
I know times are getting hard…
"Sure you are, senpai." She grinned at her fellow specs-wearing friend. After taking a full swig off the glass, droplets of her drink suddenly flew out her mouth and into the floor. Her tongue drooped low as she choked out a nasty sound.
"Eugh, what is this?" She frowned in disdain at the newly-discovered drink. "This is icky-sicky. Like turkey yogurt." Shudders rolled out of her shoulders.
"It's beer. It's Juan Mig." Manuel joked. She flashed him a funny look and mouthed "Really?"
"Believe me; it's not as freaky as the mini-shower you gave me." Aqui pretended to wipe her forehead as she lay down on the carpeted floor. The group of teenagers burst out laughing in unison once more. "It burnssssss." The tallest female of the group went on, imitating the shrill voice of her friend.
"Ha-ha. I don't even know if this is legal, you hoodlums. Tsk, tsk." Bea narrowed her eyes at them. "Shadyyyyyy."
"It is for me." Rafael spoke up. "And for me." Meagan added.
I've got so much left to say…
He felt something inside him jump. It was nice to hear her voice again after a long time. Guilt suddenly touched him slightly and he looked around, just in case any of the attendees of the New Year's Eve party had actually the unlikely power of reading minds. He felt conscious and most especially a little bit silly, so he decided to just forget the whole thing and just join the merrymaking.
"For me too." Juan Mig blurted out.
He hated his imagination. It got carried away too much. This time, he felt like it wanted him to believe that she looked right at him for a second when he spoke up. It was almost like she finally discovered that he was concrete, existent. He took a deep breath. It was just his imagination, right?
Even more in love with me you'll fall.
"Well, call it whatever you want, but I am not getting near that damn thing again." Bea let the drink slide away from her on the table. It glided right next to Meagan's glass. They made a tiny, tiny clink as the two glasses met, one that was still big enough to enter and borrow itself deeper and deeper in the inside of his mind.
He was not crazy.
The world will never be the same.
"Awww, the song's ending. Too bad, it was a good one for setting the mood for love, love, love." His chattering friend continued, flicking her tongue in the end and grinning.
His eyes flashed at the mention of the L word. Something in him told him to look down.
What you do to me…
Meagan's hand was laid on the table. It was right across, almost as if it was barely grazing his. He felt an invisible force kick him in the tummy, scolding him for borrowing a few glances at the vulnerable hand before him. It seemed so close, yet so far.
Come on, Eileen.
A loud upbeat song started blasting through the gigantic speakers of Rylan's house. Eyes and ears perked up.
"Hey, hey, I love this song, mun!" Chynna exclaimed.
The song flowed around the room, wedging itself inside their ears, almost as if poisoning them with its delectable effect. Ear honey was sweet, truly sweet.
"Well, you all know what the right etiquette is when a good song starts playing on the radio." Manuel's voice broke into the song in a suggestive tone, attracting the attention of the group.
"You dance." He smiled. The smile was small and thin and it began to widen as Bea stood and pulled Aqui up from the floor.
Skeptical faces looked up at the three standing people. Someone whistled in friendly mockery. Giggles ensued.
But he moved a million hearts in mono…
"Come on, a moment like this doesn't just pop out of the blue. The perfect song, the perfect time, the perfect company of friends. Why don't ya'll just grab it and boogie?" Bea stretched her hand out to Kyla. Her friend looked at her hand hesitantly. "Mom, come on, that was cheesy enough already."
Kyla's shoulders bounced as she let out one of her loud chuckles. She grabbed the outstretched hand and pulled herself off her chair, deciding to finally abandon all sense and worry for the night.
In a minute, everyone was now up and moving. They were all laughing, dancing. Mig sat on the chair and watched, a funny sensation tingling inside of him. He glided his eyes across the table and was surprised when he saw Meagan just sitting there like him.
At this moment, you mean everything.
It was unusual, she wasn't the type who would just sit and watch. Her eyes kept themselves on everyone, a gleaming smile spreading on her face. Her pupils danced with the lights and people around her. He watched as she watched; her oblivious display of amusement making the tingles spread and overcome him.
He was doing it again, gazing at her from across the table. She looked different from that light. Fair, innocent, pretty even. The way her hair fell to her shoulders and how her eyelashes looked curled in dim light made something inside his chest start to beat like mad.
He found himself with the need to memorize every detail of her face, from the way her nose crooked to the way her skin looked in dim light. Mesmerism was his friend.
These people round here wear beaten-down eyes sunk in smoke-dried faces.
Something struck him like lightning and he realized that the girl never looked so beautiful until now, even during those days when they used to talk. His eyes steered themselves up and down, from her hand that was still there to her face.
He had an idea, but he didn't know if it was a good or bad one.
The others went on circling the place. The music found a way to synchronize its beats to their hearts, most especially his.
The drum was alive and running and it was taking their footsteps with it.
The shadows and lights turned into one happy mess that melted into the night. Laughter surrounded the place and it masked the friends with an effect in a way they couldn't really explain. Everything was pulsating loud, fast and exciting.
We are far too young and clever (remember).
He begrudgingly looked at her hand once more after what seemed like a hundredth time in the three and a half minutes of the song. It looked like it was inviting him, urging him to finally move and do something.
Maybe his plan wasn't really a bad one.
The beats of the song started to slow down and scatter away into the silent corners of the magic-touched room. He snapped his eyes back to reality. The song was about to end. He was losing his chance.
Come on, Eileen.
In a minute, it was all going to be over. The loud noise. The false confidence it struck upon him. He feared that he was going to do what he was good at doing again and again: letting a certain girl get away from him.
No. He spoke boldly to himself. It was not going to happen. Not this time. He was not going to let anything slide again.
These things they are real and I know how they feel.
Collected courage makes us do foolish things. Sometimes they're good, sometimes they're bad, but all in all foolish. He found himself with a whole head of collected courage. Someone was about to do something foolish and he had the strong feeling that it was going to be him.
Finally, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and dived into the depths of risk. He reached out and grabbed her hand.
At this moment you mean everything.
She looked at him in surprise. For what seemed like seconds-too-long, they were able to stare into each other's eyes. Time and space slowed down. Hell, it seemed like it froze over. Pleading eyes locked into her surprised ones and Juan Mig found himself repeating one simple word inside his mind as he stared at Meagan's dark brown irises.
Magic
Something clicked.
His eyes began to widen as the magic started to fade and wilt away. The surprise in her eyes suddenly turned into something ugly.
The girl's eyes twitched. The boy found himself screaming inside at the foolishness collected courage blasted upon him. Every bit of his dignity simmered down and frantically hid inside the hallow spaces in his bones, a feeling of dread now taking over.
Meagan violently stood up and left his hand to dangle at the end of the table. Her eyes steered, or so he thought, into him for a split-second and they took off into the crowd. She caught Rylan's attention in the process. Taking a big gulp, she looked at her skeptical friend and blurted out the only thing she could.
"I need to use the bathroom."
Rylan nodded. "First door on the right."
Juan Mig watched her run as he felt something in his chest drop and sink. He slumped into his chair and clutched his head with tired hands. The song was fading and the growing silence around him ate him up.
What have I done?
A tired sigh escaped his throat. He felt rusted and paralyzed in place as he racked his brain for a fast solution.
He found one, but it was not going to be pretty. Or dignified.
He stood up and ran after her.
Come on, Eileen.
End Note: Hey, there! It's little old me again. Did you melons enjoy chapter 2? I hope you did! I would *probably* post chapter 3 in 1-2 days time.
Also, I wouldn't really recommend it but if you're the type of person who likes to really get in the mood when reading, it would be a maybe cool idea to play the songs featured in the fic as you read it, seeing as it helped in the process of writing it. Just a suggestion, though.
Aaaaanyway, I really want to thank you guys for giving this thing a chance and making it to chapter 2. Oh, I know what you're thinking- that it's not much to go on with but hey, I want you all to know that for someone as crummy as a writer as me it's already a humongous deal. So thanks again!
Alright, enough with the drama bombs haha!
~Fire Head