I remember waking up at home. "I'll be great, man." he said with a sly grin. I didn't want to go. I wanted to just sit at home. Watch movies or something. Regular kid stuff, ya know? "Seriously. He's got some great shit, dude." I could feel myself caving like a tower of cards. "Yeah...okay, sure." And we were off. We got out of the cab in front of a red brick building in SoHo. I shot him a pained look but he was too busy texting of our arrival. "It's the loft on the top floor," he said "after you..." I pushed open the heavy door to a room full of mayhem. A mixture of alcohol, overbearing laughs, and heavy beats crashed over me. I followed him to a dark red leather couch where he sat between a bleach blond with pink lipstick and some guy who looked as if he hasn't called his mom in a while. He extended his hand gesturing for me to sit next to a girl who's hair matched the couch. The guy to his right took it out of his pocket and passed it around letting each of the partakers to have their turn of fun. The redhead passed it to me, her hand grazing mine, I noticed she had a black clover tattooed on the inside of her wrist. I took my share and passed it on to a skinny guy with dreadlocks. Everyone started laughing and I laughed along. The redhead handed me a drink in a red plastic cup, I felt so thirsty. The lights started to blur a little. The redhead kept laughing.
I though she had a beautiful smile. Currently listening to: Fever - Archie Star
|