I hope each and everyone of you had an amazing New Years Eve. Mine was actually rather boring and is nothing to really talk about, or that anyone would want to hear about. Also I have no fun or crazy New Years Eve tales to regale you with, unfortunately. Instead I'm going to post part of a story I'm sort of working on that was at a New Years Eve party. So, enjoy and please don't confuse this with something that actually happened to me. It's all fiction, and all from my crazy and sometimes frightening mind.
TNT,
Words by Ali
New Years Eve Sucked
I don’t even know where to begin. New Years was 2 days ago but I’ve been to depressed to even think about it until now. I was going to go to this kick ass party that my brothers band was playing at. Dad had already said it was fine if I went to the party, back at Christmas. (Which by the way I got an awesome new I-pod. Also a $100 gift card to Barnes & Nobel, cool or what.)
But anyway, my father had said I could go, and then mother found out more about the party. My mother found out it was more of an adult party.
Which means there probably wouldn’t have been any other teenagers there. All peoples in their 20’s and 30’s. That meant there would be alcohol and lots and lots of drinking it. Also, (in only my mothers head) that meant there would be drugs.
Since Patch was going to be playing music he wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on me, with all the drinking and drugging going on. (The woman’s a little crazy.) I was officially not allowed to go to the New Years Party with Patch.
So, your probably thinking I sat home alone and watched the ball drop on TV. Nope, not me. Although, I wish I had. It would’ve been a much better night.
Posie (seeing as how she lives only a few houses down) came over that afternoon. I told her how my mom was now refusing to let me go to the party with Patch.
“What do you plan on doing then?” she asked as she flopped down on my bed, and picked up the seventeen magazine on the floor.
“I don’t know. Stay home and watch the ball drop on TV.”
“To hell you are,” Posie didn’t even look up from her magazine.
“Good article, Posie?”
She glared up at me, “Yeah it is. I swear there’s nothing that Hilary Duff can’t do.”
“Yeah ok,” I’ve noticed that Posie idol worships Hilary Duff. But I don’t get it.
“Alright,” she pulled herself away from Hilary, “I’ve had enough of this anti-social bullshit of yours. We’re all going to Lily Harper’s New Years Eve Bash. Anyone whose anyone is going to be there. Since you now can’t go with Patch to his party your going with me and the girls to Lily’s party.”
All I could do was stare at her. Probably with my mouth half open. “Don’t look at me like that Talbot Mercer. You are coming with me to that party.”
“I’d rather not,” I insisted.
“I don’t care if you don’t want to go, Tal. You’re going and I’m not taking NO for an answer,” Posie would make a great dictator. Cause I heard myself saying I’d go.
Posie pushed up form the bed and smiled. “Now that I’ve gotten a yes out of you let’s rummage through your closet and see if I can find you something decent to wear tonight.”
Let’s fast forward to the party. I got a ride to the party with Posie and her boyfriend, Carter. Can you already see a problem forming?
No matter if you don’t, let’s move on. By the time we got there it was around 9:30 and 10:00. There was already plenty of drinking going on, and I wouldn’t have been surprised to see drugs floating around. (If only my mother knew.)
Half the party was already drunk by the time we gat there. Including Katy and Dasha’s dates. They sure know how to pick them. Posie and Cater went off to find some of his friends. But before she disappeared she told me, “Just relax, Tal. Let yourself have a good time.”
I tried to do what she said. I really did try to enjoy myself. I wondered into the living room when I saw this completely gorgeous guy coming towards me. I had absolutely no idea who this guy was, but I didn’t care cause he was coming to talk to me.
“Hey sweetheart welcome to the party. You look like you could use something to drink,” and he held out the plastic cup he had in hand.
I could smell the beer coming from the cup. So, I pushed it back to him, “No thanx, I’m good.”
“What’s a New Years party if your not drinking? Try it you’ll like it,” he was very charming.
But there was no way he was pressuring me into drinking, “Really I’m not much of a drinker.”
“Well then tonight’s the perfect night to do it,” when he smiled at me I nearly melted into a big pile of pushover.
“But really though, beer makes me sick,” of course I was lying shamelessly. I’ve yet to drink anything.
“I could find you something else to drink?” he really wasn’t going to quit.
“Maybe later.”
“That’s cool. I’m Jonah, and you are?”
“Tal.”
“That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
Of course I couldn’t help giggling like a complete idiot. I’d say Jonah was probably 18 or 19 and hot older guys didn’t talk to me. It was amazing. Jonah and I found a couch in the corner and started talking. He seemed nice and funny, and as I said before absolutely charming.
Eventually he went off to get himself another drink. I took a look at my phone and it was already after 11. When I saw Jonah making his way back over I noticed he didn’t have just 1 drink but 2.
He sat back down and handed me the drink. “I got you something I think you might like.”
“Thanx,” now I felt awkward. So, I pretended to take a drink then set it on the coffee table.
“So,” Jonah began setting his drink down as well, “how would you like to be my first kiss of the new year?”
I was to say the least a little shocked he said that. “I only just met you a couple of hours ago.”
He laughed a little at that. He moved closer and put his hand on my thigh. “That’s half the fun, sweetheart.”
“Uh, well I don’t know,” I wasn’t all too comfortable with were this was going.
He moved the one hand up my leg and then put the other one on my neck. “If your scared to kiss me at midnight we can practice now first.”
I didn’t get the chance to reply to that, not that I knew what to say. Before I could even think of something he was there, kissing me. The kiss itself wasn’t’ bad. In actuality it was amazing. It was when his hands started wondering.
It was when he started groping me in places that really made me uncomfortable. I pushed him away and told him to stop. Although, at first he just kept kissing me. I shoved him off me again, harder this time. “I said stop.”
“What’s the problem, baby?” Jonah asked.
“First of all I’m not your baby. Second, there is no problem,” I pushed myself off the couch and out of his grasp, “because I’m leaving.”
I didn’t look back as I ran from the room. I no longer wanted to stay at the party. I went in search of Posie, and found her just outside the kitchen with Katy and Dasha.
“I want to go home, now,” I told her.
“Calm down, Tal,” Posie said sweetly, “We’re not leaving.”
“Besides,” Katy said batting her eyes, “I saw you getting cozy with some hottie a minute ago.”
“That pervert’s the problem. I want to go home.”
“There’s nothing I can do Tal,” she replied sympathetically, “I don’t have a license. Besides I can promise you Carter’s not going to leave the party early to drive you home.”
“Fine, I’ll figure something else out. See you girls in school on Monday.”
I ended up calling Patch and he came and got me for the party. Midnight came while on our drive home. We listened to the ball drop on the radio.
“Sorry I ruined your New Years Patch. I didn’t mean for you to have a lousy New Years right along with me.”
“I didn’t have a lousy New Years. No I wasn’t at some big party. But I couldn’t think of a better way to have spent it then with the world’s greatest little sister.” Then as he stopped at a red light he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
I’m so thankful to my brother for helping to make my night not a complete disaster. The incident left me so depressed the last couple of days I’ve barely been able to get out of bed.
My New Years Resolution: I’m swearing off boys. I’m better off without them. (Unless of course the right one comes along.)
very cool story. if only real people acted like that. I mean the big brother not being mad.
ReplyDeleteThanx I appreciate the compliment
ReplyDelete"I'm swearing off boys. I'm better off without them. (Unless of course the right one comes along.)"
ReplyDeleteAren't we all!!
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Does ur mom think ya can't make reasonable decisions?
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My mom thinks I can. But this story is fiction. It's not actually me, just a story I'm working on.
ReplyDeletebut how are you going to really know when the right guy comes along if you swear them away like vampires with garlic? Hahaha
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