I can only remember some of the party in flashes.

Dancing on top of counters.

People grinding on each other every place I looked.

Guys doing body shots off of girls.

Nude people streaking about.

Girls wall twerking... and failing at it.


I don't know why, but my vision was foggy as music boomed through the house. I had to much alcohol.

Everyone was dancing on each other as the song "Started From The Bottom" by Drake flowed through the speakers. I felt something weird, nausea swept over me. I had to hold myself back from puking.

I ran outside and down to the little dock by the lake. I couldn't help but puke out everything (including most of my memories) into the big, glassy lake. Thank goodness my hair was pulled into a high pony tail.

"Hey," I heard an unfamiliar voice come up behind me.

I tore my eyes from the lake to see a girl standing there. She was probably only 13 years old. She had long rustic blonde hair down to her hips and grey colored eyes that shimmered in the moonlight. She was wearing an over the shoulder white t-shirt with the words 'Be-U-tiful' splashed across it in maroon paint. She had flip-flops on and a grey pair of sweatpants.

"Hi," I said slightly embarrassed. I hope she didn't see me throw up.

"Are you okay?" she questioned while hugging her arms around her body. Yep, she saw me throw up.

"Uh, yeah," I stated as I straightened my back from leaning over the lake.

"Do you want some water or something? My brother has been really drunk before, too." she asked kindly and pointed to a median sized guest house.

"Uh, sure," I said stumbling away from the water. I need to sit down, my body isn't used to drinking this much.

"Here," she said and slipped an arm around me for support.

"Who is your brother?" I asked, fumbling with my words.

"He owns the house... Er, my parents own the house and he is throwing the party," she said as we walked towards the guest house. "He didn't want me crashing the party, so he told me to stay out here."

What an @$$ of a brother. When I was her age I was afriad of being alone.

We stumbled into the guest house- Scratch that, I stumbled into the guest house. She helped me onto the couch and I rested my head on the soft pillow.

"I'll go get you some water," she said and walked off.

I rubbed my eyes and tried to remember what had happened so far tonight. According to the clock, it was about 2:00 a.m.

"Great," I grumbled while making myself comfortable on the soft couch.

I remembered after I slammed down the drink Jake gave me, I grabbed... What was his name again? Umm, oh yeah! I grabbed 'Fire Marshal Patrick' by the collar of his shirt and said, "Let's dance baby." Ugh, that was stupid.

I fiddled with the end of my pony tail as I tried to recall more of the night.

I couldn't remember a lot after that, just flashes of stupid ideas (on my part). Why did I let Creepy Stanley play spin the bottle with us? I will regret thar slobbery kiss for ever... especially the part where his retainer came out in my mouth. I shivered at the thought.