A flair for the dramatic

While the night is still young

I arrived to the place on the flyer. it was at a random house and there were about 200 people there. luckily it was a large house. I heard music coming from the basement and my nerves started working up. I sat in my car parked across the street thinking of all the worst things that could happen. I was so nervous but I really wanted to see this band.

I eventually pulled up my big girl panties and walked up to the door. me being the retard that I am knocked softly on the door. Some strange looking girl opened the door giving me a funny look for knocking. I just blinked and let myself in. here were so many people... some from my school I recognized, some much older, some much younger. The band was playing downstairs and I could already tell I liked them. I walked down into the basement full of moshing people. I saw the band of all guys about my age. Mike the guy I had met earlier was on drums. They were good... really good.

when they were done playing I clapped like the rest of the people while I stood in the corner where no one would see me. I then planned on leaving so I made my way up the stairs hoping no one would talk to me. Of course someone did.

"hey! you came I didn't think you would show" I turned around to see Mike. we stood on the stair way face to face. he was all sweaty and clearly tipsy.

"yeah you guys were great" I smiled turning around to leave again. I was shaking. I had never been in a situation like this. I never really talked to people and I didn't do well in social situations.

" you really thought so?... hey wait you aren't leaving are you? " he said grabbing my shoulder. I glanced down at his tattooed knuckles. then looked him in the eyes.

"yeah I um... I have to go" I stuttered looking down. he frowned

"hey its only 10:00pm on a Friday night... just stay for a bit and meet my band" he said smiling

I nodded. I desperetly didn't want to stay but I was trying to be nice. he grabbed my hand that was covered in my sweater and lead me downstairs

"is this your house?" I asked looking around.

"yeah... parents are gone. we needed a gig anyway" he said giggling I just smiled

he took me to his band sitting on a couch in the basement. they were all sweaty and drinking. they were pretty good looking but I mostly noticed the one with the long hair. he looked a bit older but he was very attractive.

" guys this is... this is uh.." he stutterd looking at me

" im Andrea, but... Umm call me Andy" I said looking down and tucking my hands back into my sweater. I was beyond nervous at this point I thought I was going to throw up.

"i invited her tonight because she was wearing an awesome metalica shirt and I figured she would enjoy some of our music" he said taking a swig of whiskey.

"hie andy" they all echoed.

" sit down hun" the guy I thought was cute said. I could feel myself blushing as he stared at me.

I sat beside mike pulling up my short shorts a bit more.

"im Vic" the cute guy said holding his hand out

I shook it lightly. his hands were sweaty.

"hes my older brother" mike said.

wow I thought they looked alike.

they continued talking to one another and they kept passing me the flask. I had drinken tons before but never in front of anyone. I kept taking drinks of the strong alcohol. eventually I could feel it affecting me...

2 hours later I found myself sitting next to Vic instead of his brother. I began coming out of my shel a bit and talking. I told them all a bit about myself. they seemed interested. I hadent even noticed we were the only ones left sitting in the basement. me and 4 boys... great I thought. but at this point I really didn't care. I was drunk and giggling at everything. I felt kind of good.

at about 2am Vic asked me if I wanted to see his room. I found it to be a funny question but I nodded. everyone else stayed downstairs talking and didn't even seem to notice we'd left.

"you're shy aren't you?" he said opening his closed bedroom door

I nodded and giggled a bit. he was so cute haha

I sat down on his made bed. I loved his room he had all sorts of awesome band posters. it was perfect.

He shut the door behind in and walked over to me, sitting down beside me.

"What do you do for fun Andy?" He looked me in the eyes and said.

"Well, I don't get out much. But I like music a lot and going to concerts and festivals when I can" I said blushing

"You're an interesting person you know that?" He smirked putting his hand on my knee.

Oh my god... Was he actually... Flirting? Did Vic like me? Of all people? What was going on.

Reluctantly I put my hand on top of his. I was being brave at this point. I then looked into his big brown eyes and smiled.

I wasn't going to lie...  I wanted him. I had had crushes in the past but he made me feel differently. Maybe it was the whiskey talkin but I really liked him.

Then, before I could make another move, he leaned in and kissed me. At first I was startled, but I liked it. I let his lips collide with mine. The taste of alcohol and my strawberry lipgloss was refreshing.

He pulled me closer into him and I felt my self ease up a bit. I let my shoulders relax, as they had been tense, and my lips melt into his a bit more. This was nice. So nice

He put his hand gently on my cheek and lifted my hair behind my ears. We were making out for what had seemed like centuries. With no breaks or coming up for air... It was magical. I let him make the first moves as I swiftly followed. For some reason I felt comfortable with him. I'd never felt this way.

Next thing I new he was reaching up under my shirt, tugging at it to come off. A rush went through my body as I tensed up more this time. I wanted this... At least I think I did.