We Are Young. Part two.
She furrows her eyebrows in confusion before realizing that
it looked much longer than it used to and she grins, nodding,
" Yeah, yeah.. Grew it out, sort of what hair does, you
know. " Amy shrugs one shoulder and let's out a small
laugh, noticing my eyes are everywhere.
I clear my throat, putting a fist up to my
mouth and let out a content sigh, the cold pricking at my face.
Hers was red so I couldn't imagine my cheeks. " Right,
right. Well, you look good Ames, you really do. " I claim as
casually as I could. Boy, did she look good. Her long, wavy
brunette hair had slipped passed her chest. I would notice. Then
her features looked perfect- Make up less, most likely. She never
wore it before and never had to, with her green eyes shining
brighter than the lamp post- of which was the only light source
out here.
She reaches down into her purse, most likely
for the pack she kept in there but made second note of it,
pausing her movement to just pat the side of the snake looking
texture, drumming her fingers along it rythmically, looking back
up. " Perhaps we should go back inside? "
" Er.. Yes. That'd be..
sure. " I nod. My concentration level is beneath the floor
boards. I'm dazed.. It's something you become when
you're in this situation. I guess. She leads the way to what
was an unfamilar, illegally spray painted pub to her, and home to
me, taking me to a couple of empty chairs at the bar. It was a
weird feeling being there.. As if it was some place totally
different. Mostly since the bar stools were never free, or if
they were, I never found much interest in sitting in them. I
didn't want a bar scene. How ironic.
We talked. We laugh. We inched out of our
sober selves. We danced. Crazily. We ate. A lot. We even joined
my friends in the restroom for an hour before stumbling out back
on the snow white paved side walk, she was clinging onto me and I
chuckled at the site of her screwed up self, knowing I was just
the same. It was closing time for the bar and I never stayed this
late. Amy couldn't stop laughing, and though it seemed
horrid, with crisps stuck in her hair from a drunken crumbled
chip fight, it was the best sight I've seen for the night.
She whispers, giggling, dragging me by the sleeve of my jacket,
" Come on, you've got to meet my home. " She trips
on an invisible object on the side way and I quickly extend an
arm to catch her.
I raise my eyebrows, " Need me to carry
you? "
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Thanks for reading. I've decided to do a story based off
whatever song I'm listening to at that moment, and I may get
the meanings wrong but who cares, I'm just doing this for my
benefit of practicing my writing since it's a well quality
everyone should try conquering. - Ellee xx
