Not What It Seemed

I pick up a ladle and start digging out punch and putting it in my bowl. I taste it. It’s good to! Before I know it I’ve downed over 3 cups of the stuff. I see Terry but she’s the least of my worries right now, so I don’t walk over. Unexpectedly, I bounce up and go toward the dance floor. Then, I’m dancing all over the floor, throwing my hands in the air, and having a good time. Somewhere in the middle of all my dancing Aidan comes up, and that’s right when I realize that the punch might’ve contained alcohol. At the moment I really couldn’t care less. He starts dancing right in front of me throwing his hands in the air, so close to me we could kiss. We’re talking, laughing, and just enjoying each other’s company. I dance real close on Aidan and put my arms around his neck. I just loved the way our hips, slightly touching moved together in sync. I don’t know where Marcie is and really couldn’t care less right now, but if she saw me and her boyfriend, she would attempt too beat me up again. I climb on the nearest table and start dancing after almost tripping over the table leg. In the middle of all my wild dancing I see Aidan shoot me a weird unreadable look. Abruptly, Aidan grabs my wrist and pulls me to a room.

“Hi.” I drone the word out, so it comes out sounding like hieeeeeeeee. How embarrassing or should’ve been but right now I’m feeling so good I feel like floating, taking on the world, knocking someone out with just a punch, skiing on top of the highest mountain!

“How much punch did you drink?” He asks looking concerned.

“I drank, like, four cups.” “I think.” I say trying to make my words sound clear.

            “Why?” He asks.

      “Cause I wanted to.” I say.

“It contains alcohol.” He declares and starts to snicker.

“Well, I found that out after I drank it” I mumble.

“I can’t believe you didn’t already know.” He says.

“Of course I didn’t.” I say.

 

Then, I start laughing uncontrollably, and me laughing causes him to laugh and before we know it we are both laughing, falling, and turning and twisting over all over the bed. Finally, I start to calm down some. I stand up and consider the room. The walls are a pretty light blue color, a pretty king size bed complete with a alluring dark blue spread, a TV, blue laptop, blue shelves, a bathroom in the corner with an fascinating blue dyed tub, sink, curtains, and bath rug. It’s nice.

“Is this your room?” I ask slowly. My head feels so foggy.

“Yea” He says.

“Oh it’s nice.” I say as I plummet to ground and everything goes black. I’m slipping, falling and sliding into an endless darkness.

I wake up to someone calling my name.

“What, Mom?” I say annoyed.

“Are you ok?” Its Aidan I’ve began to notice the sound of his voice now. He tugs on my arm.

“Yea” I say as I sit up. “Where am I?” I ask as he hands me water. I slowly drink it.

“My room” He says plainly, as if this type of thing happens often, which it probably does for him. I stand and begin to wobble out, sitting the glass on the table. His hand grabs my wrist.

“You shouldn’t be walking.” He utters.

“Why?” I ask.

“Well, first because you were just unconscious lying on my floor and cause you are walking like a new born baby.” He says.

“Newborns don’t walk.” I say and stagger about to try and sit on his bed, and almost collapse.

“Woaahh” He says as he catches me, and of course Marcie chooses right at that moment to blearily stumble in. I know how it must seem , you know, with me leaning on him , his hand around my waist, and his other hand on my wrist, but I swear nothing is going on. Oh, but you already know that. She doesn’t.

I make my way to the bed with Aidan’s help and plop down meanwhile Aidan spins around toward Marcie and tries to explain. Not good, big mistake.

“Babe, it’s not what it looks like.” He states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“It certainly looks like you were hugging or doing only god knows what, with that misfit!” She yells at him.

“No, I wasn’t, she didn’t know the punch was spiked and was really drunk , so I brought her back here and she passed out and I was trying to catch  her.” He finishes blatantly as if he’s bored of the conversation. Then, that’s when I realize he’s probably been through this a thousand times with her.

“Yea” I say. “Nothing was going on.” I tell her.

“Who asked your creepy butt to speak?”  She turns her swollen eye and busted lip to me and asks.

“No one, but I was…..” I start but she cuts me off. Oh, no she didn’t!

“You were just trying to hook up with my boyfriend, you skank”. She snarls. Aidan looks like he just gulped down some 5 day old steak, but at the same time manages to look seriously ticked off. I could care less though, about Marcie. Let her think what she wants to sense she’s not trying to hear nor does she care about the truth.

“No, if you would stop acting so stupid and listen maybe you would see the truth….” Before he even finishes Marcie slaps his face….hard, so hard his head literally turned to the side. He looks at her with an annoyed bored like expression. He doesn’t even bother to finish his sentence. He just sits down beside me and watches looking tremendously upset.

“I’m the one acting stupid?!” She yells getting close up to his face. “What about you?” She whines. He says nothing. We watch in silence as she rants about everything bad in her life. If I could walk in a straight line she’d be on that floor picking up her teeth. She stands in front of us cries, and stomps out, slamming the door as she leaves.

“Look I’m sorry. I say sympathetically.

“It’s ok, I’ve been getting used to this lately.” He says not looking that miserable anymore and takes my hair twists it around his finger a couple of times in a thoughtful way.

“Ok” I say because I can’t think of anything else.

“I have to get back to my party now the house probably looks worse now than it did after you beat up Marcie.” “You can stay here though if you want because you probably won’t even get down the street walking like that.” He starts to leave.

“Wait.” I say and awkwardly hug him, because well, I can barely stand up straight.

“What was that for?” He asks standing in the middle of the doorway with a tentative like smile.

“It’s a thank you.” I say.

“Well, you’re welcome but it’s the least I could do sense I heavily spiked the punch after mom made it, but I guess if you go to a party you should expect the punch to be spiked if you see alcohol flowing around.” He says.

“Thanks for the tip.” I say with sarcasm. “And that’s an apology?” I ask.

“Yea” He says and leaves. I start to think about Beyonce’s song ego and start to wonder if she sang it for people just like him. Then I tiredly fall back on the bed and almost immediately fall asleep it’s been a long, wild night.