Last Night.
The three girls.
The eleven of them.
The one of me.
Wasted was the word of the night. Stumbling around. Anything goes and everything was thrown out the window.
And me on my corner of the couch watching the scenery and everything in it happen. And watching the face of a boy who stayed with me all night, just to be with me.
And then everyone watching us. Everyone yelling about kissing the boy who was my companion last night. But he did not yell, he only watched me to see what I would do. While the empty threats of the wasted friends fell down on me I knew I would not kiss the boy. I told them so.
Wasted enough to forget what they were doing with me, they all left. Except the boy who stayed and asked me to go on a date with him sometime.
One of the eleven people that I did not know very well came to me while I was still sitting next to the boy. He was equally as wasted as the rest but he said to me. "You are such a cool girl. Everyone was yelling at you and you still wouldn't kiss him. That is so cool."
I spent the early night sitting on a couch with a boy who wanted to kiss me but knew he couldn't. I spent the early night watching the two of the three girls get wasted. I watched the one that wasn't wasted bring the attention on me too many times trying to force me out of what I wanted.
I spent the later night sitting on a couch with a boy who wanted to kiss me but also wanted to talk to me about everything. I spent the later night wanting to be around him and let him get to know me.
And everything was a mess.
And everything was perfect.
And everything was just what it needed to be in that moment with those people, whoever they were and whoever they are today.
The night started with a hot pink birthday cake, and ended with a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
