"Ramon, why did you drag me to this party?" I asked taking in my surrounding.
Sweaty hormonal bodies smashed against the wall as their lips devoured one another, Wasted teenagers on what seemed like the dance floor sticking to one another like siamese twins. The music was ridiculously loud, so loud that it could wake a whole entire nation about the issues that truly matters.
"Remember last time I drove home after Douglas's birthday party?" Ramon asked as he squeezed my shoulder with his strong hands.
"Yes, you were so drunk that you crashed into Mr. O'Reilly's garden. Not only did you destroy his flower bed but you also killed his cat." I deadpan and shrugged him off of me.
Ramon gave me a somewhat thoughtful look before scratching the back of his head. "Was it that bad?"
"You killed his fucking cat."
"Oh. Well that's exactly where you come in. I want you to be my designated driver."
"I don't even have my driver license yet." I below as I gulped down a glass of sprite mixed with lemon.
"By the time we leave this party it'll be around one or two in the morning so we don't have to worry about the cops pulling us over. Fasten your seatbelt, drive at speed limit, don't honk at old ladies with their walkers being extremely slow as they crossed the road because they will actually flip you off."
"And what am I supposed to do while you run off to drink and have sex with some random girls?" I asked.
I barely knew anyone at this party. I knew the guy who was having the party was Dean Sevenson, the captain of our varsity football team so you would expect to see about the whole football and cheer team.
Ramon gave me an offended look. "What makes you think I want to have sex?"
I rolled my eyes. "Seriously? I saw you putting a grape flavored condom in your wallet before we left." I shuddered. "I can't believe they even make those."
"Anyhow, I think I saw Malik and Oscar. Don't drink anything alcoholic, no sexual encounters, stay somewhere crowded, don't take a drink from anyone if offered." Ramon had put on his protective brother face which until now made me so proud of this idiot being my big brother. "Stay away from boys."
I chuckled. No boys, no problem.
I checked my watch. 11: 12 pm on a school night but the party wasn't showing any sign of decease if anything, it was just getting started. I cursed myself mentally over and over again for allowing Ramon to drag me here. I had two essays for English left unstarted on my desk and an unfinished Biology project.
***
Sitting in Dean Sevenson's basement surrounded by rather familiar faces from school to whom I've never even borrowed a piece of paper from or a pencil, watching Grey's Anatomy was not how I had planned my Sunday night.
My attention is drawn away from the tv towards a giggling couple on a beanbag that I hadn't I notice until now. The only source of light was from the 64 inch screen so I couldn't exactly make out the faces.
Long dark hair tangled against each other was enough to tell me that the couple on the beanbag were two girls. A smile crept to my face as I watch the couple engage in a make out session. It wasn't sloppy nor drunkenly. I could feel the love and compassion. This was the first time I had ever witnessed a lesbian couple so out and proud.
Just then it made me realize how lonely I was and how much I craved physical affection.
I had a sudden urge to pee. I grabbed my drink and walked down a deserted hallway although I wasn't sure as to where this laid to. Family portraits and paintings by famous artists adorned the walls.
I recognized one of Van Gogh's famous painting 'Starry Night'. It was the very same painting that hung on the wall of our living room. My mother is a fan and I guess I had inherited my love for art from her.
As I continue to walk down the hallway, the paintings just kept growing more and more. They were so beautiful. I saw a painting of Mona Lisa by Leonardo Da Vinci but it looked nothing like the original. The painting seemed more realistic than the original. She wasn't her usual pale color, instead a pinkish color. A crown of pink roses circled around her mane of hazel dark hair. Mona Lisa looked like an actual human being trapped inside a frame. Words couldn't describe how gorgeous this piece was. I was intrigued. I let my fingertips wander over it.
"Do you like it?"
It was a feminine voice. Startled, I snapped my head around towards the girl whom the voice belonged to.
The girl had an uncomfortable look on her face as if embarrassed that I saw her in a tank top and a pair of spongebob boxers.
"It's beautiful." I smiled.
"Sorry for my lack of clothing, I didn't realize Dean was having a party. It's so quiet down here." I didn't reply.
"Well, looks like you've stumbled upon my art museum hallway. If you had walked further down you would have come across my working area." She gave a small smile and scratched her neck.
My mouth widened. "Did you paint all these?" I asked, scanning the place, and she nodded. "You are so talented. They look so original although I have to give you a huge credit for Mona Lisa. Totally aced it."
"Thanks. After high school I'm planning on moving to New York to persue my dream of becoming a famous painter."
"I paint too, but nearly not as good as you." I said a bit embarrassed.
"You can have the Mona Lisa's painting but only if I also get to keep one of your masterpieces."
"I wouldn't exactly consider them as masterpiece but you got yourself a deal." We shook hands.
"By the way I'm Charlie." She added.
"I'm Gabrielle, but everyone calls me Gabe or Gabby." I said and took a sip of my drink.
The door to my right opened. A girl in a black t-shirt and ripped black jeans came out, yawning and stretching as she walked towards us.
"I would much appreciate it if I could sleep without a ruckus. What's with all the music?"
"Dean had organized a welcome back party for you."Charlie said.
"It's fucking past midnight. Are you kidding me?" Her voice was angry.
God, she was so beautiful. Her hair, her face, her plain pink lips, and the tattoo sleeves that roamed all over her arms made her look even more breath taking than the Mona Lisa's painting. Aphrodite was nothing compared to her.
Her dark blue orbits fixated upon me for a mere second before she went back to what I could only assume was her room.
***
"Gabbyyyyy!" Ramon yelled massaging his temples. "Who finished the last bottle of Blowfish that I kept in the bathroom?"
"Considering that you're the only one using them for your hangovers, the answer would be you."
He groaned, pressing his face against the door as he clutched his tummy. " I'm going to vomit."
I turned my attention away from my laptop towards him. "Maybe next time you'll learn not to party too hard."
"Screw you. You have no life."
"At least I know to keep it in my pants instead of hoeing around." I snapped back.
"I was joking, dude." Ramon raised his hands in surrounder.
Author's note: Hey guys I'm so excited about writting this story tbh but I need some motivations from you guys. Please share, comment and leave feedbacks given the fact that I'm new to this whole writing thing. English is not my first language so please bear with me and my mistakes. Thank you- Nick