And there she was...

Docken describes the dull ways of a teenage party, adding to how bored of everything he is. But as the night goes on, he finds something that intrigues him.

“By this point of the party, most of the lights had been broken and replaced by the flicker of candles. The warm glow on countless faces added a pleasant beauty throughout the puked stained, alcohol stenched, slap dashed asylum for a house. Okay so this isn’t exactly an accurate description, but put it this way, you would loathe the thought of reconstructing the asylum in the morning. You had to put something in the bin or move put something right just to feel better about yourself.

The kid, whom I yet to hear a confirmed sighting of, has kindly hosted this party. The only down side being he had no idea he was hosting this party until Flut rushed his door and gave everyone the go-ahead to invite who ever they wished. You see this kid made the miserable mistake of telling someone out loud in school, that his parents where out of town and he was home alone. So naturally, a generous range of Hipsters, Punk Rock, Mellow, Stoner and all the peachy in between people, arrived in an armada and stormed the doors of the now asylum.

I charged in with Weller to meet Flut a while ago, but alas they have been lost to the asylum. So for the last hour or so, I have been gliding from female to female sparking conversations. I try to make them laugh, or at the very least smile, to which seemed to come naturally and then pretty much the conversation is different each time (very random), but ends in the same way: I get her number. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not like a sexual perve or a massive dick or anything. I’m just so tired of the same conversations that Weller and Flut have. ‘Can an animal commit suicide, like if it really hated his owner, or like just wanted to?’ or ‘Hey, do you think the postman delivers his own mail? What if hes expecting something, does he open it right then and there? Is he even allowed?’. I swear I need a break, I just have these urges to really do something with my life. The chanting now coming from the living room confirmed one thing: the beer olympics.

At every good party in our town, we play the beer olympics. As this is something exclusive to the town,(at least as far as we know) we have leaderboards online. The games begin at 11pm, to enter you must have an alcohol reading of at least 0.025 or above. This is when you appear normal, but you're not completely with it. The games begin with 20 people maximum and an uninteresting ‘Edward 40 hands’, you tape a 40 beer on each hand, and have to finish them both, you can’t answer your phone or use the bathroom until complete. The first 15 to finish are entered into the next game, out of the 5 left, the two with highest alcohol level are entered. This game just signifies the games starting and puts the strong drinkers in the game, as well as putting more beer as fast as possible into them as well. So I wasn’t paying particular interest, and still sparking conversations. Next a quick round of Buzz! Basicly participants stand in a circle, and someone from the crowd picks a number from 1-10. Then people in the circle start counting upwards, every number containing that number be replaced with the word “Buzz!”, as well as multiples of the number and double digits. When someone messes up, there disqualified and everyone takes a shot until 10 are left. This is where points are added to the game. Beer pong is set up, and its 5 aside with 15 cups on the table. 10 points for landing a ball in a cup, 20 if you landed your last one as well, 30 if the guy drinking that beer throws whilst drinking, 40 if he can’t finish it and 60 if he falls over. This gets very competitive and hilarious. When finished, the team who won gets their alcohol levels tested. The one with the lowest is disqualified and 4 are left. Next and finally: Boxing! the 4 are split into pairs and play rock, paper scissors, the two winners are entered into the match, and the loser's act as corner men for the players. By this point they can barely stand, and someone a lot more sober has to decide who wins. 5 points for winning by Rock, 15 for Scissors and 25 for Paper. The two sit at a table and both roll a dice, the person with the lowest score takes a punch and drinks a shot. The score of their dice is subtracted from their total points of the beer olympics, so you want to punch the other guy as hard as you can and make him quit before you subtract any more points. The corner men refill the shots and every 30 seconds another round is played until someone pukes or quits. Then the winners final score is submitted to the leaderboards, ready to be beaten. Jacob Covan won that night with 107 and was 6th on the leaderboards.

Looking at the male population of the Asylum I deduced no sizeable intelligence and decided to have some fun. So I see this wonderfully alluring girl, on her own, just drinking and I assume soaking up the atmosphere. Blonde, brown eyes, Purple Heart T-Shirt on (an awesome local band), Jeans and red shoes. I forget what kind. ‘Hey! Names Smit Docken’ I screamed above the chatter of the crowd. I put my hand out and gave her this smile that girls seem to like talking to, and sat down whilst partaking in a brief handshake. ‘Do you live around here?’ I asked this increasingly shy girl. It quickly became apparent I would not be interested in her. She wasn’t outgoing enough and never seemed interesting. A few awkward minutes later, and to my relief, her friend took her away. Most of the girls I talked to this night were exceptionally fun, and I could still taste a few of them, but this girl was just terribly hopeless. I decided to explore. Upstairs there were 4 couples having sex in 3 separate bedrooms. 6 people passed out. Beer, Wine and Cider hidden away and lots of it. I hated Cider because it always reminded me of the way my mum stunk, I could never drink it happily, there was just something about it. Then I finally found the kid! He was just playing Xbox and drinking with a few of his friends. It was nice, it seemed for the first time in his life, he was fully happy and content for while. Couldn't give a s**t. I’m not sure if his f***s had run out after he just completely lost control of everything, but I think he will be glad this night happend.

I brought my drunken expedition to halt and wandered back downstairs when I overheard this fine young lady’s outburst with a girl in a green dress, who I vaguely knew, at the bottom of the stairs. ‘Urg....’ She looked around and then returned her vision to the green dress. ‘Why is every guy such a f*****g dick. I mean like theres always that one guy you see as a friend but you both treat each other like you're in a relationship.’ She said pointing at a guy who seemed like he would fit the profile. ‘But I bet even he’s a dick!’, the guy looked up and green dress girl apologised, as outburst girl took another gulp of beer. I moved down a few steps and sat down, this was fantastic, I noticed myself smiling as she continued. By her friends reaction, I could tell she’s not like this all the time. And by her terrible acting, I could tell she was still relatively sober but wanted have an excuse to speak her mind. I liked her. ‘I mean, like, I just want to have fun with someone,’ she pushed away air in front of her face and continued with a rather infectious laugh ‘I don’t mean, like, sexual... although, well I don’t know, but,’ an idea clearly popped into her head ‘I just want someone to be weird with, thats it!’. Her friend, now realising the mini ‘oscar performance’, noticed no one way listening anyway, ‘Well, ‘ She put a hand on the other girls shoulder, gave a goofy face and continued ‘looks like weirdo isn’t coming tonight’. Outburst girl looked down, and sighed out. The party covered her and I lost sight for awhile, when I looked around, there she was. I wanted her name. They headed towards the room with no lights and just the warm glow of candle flame to paint the walls with it’s soft strokes. I got up and jumped down the last few steps, shuffled through the crowd towards her and grabbed her hand to pulled her around to me. We were so close. Her eyes searching my face for the reason I pulled her. I was even more infatuated with her green eyes and enticing face the more I looked at her. ‘Hi’ I slowly whispered. ‘H...Huey yourself’ she stuttered and blushed.

I distanced myself from her abit. “Look, there might be a slight chance I’m a teeny tiny bit intoxicated.”, I guested with a tiny distance between my forefinger and thumb. “Ww..wait.’ I paused. ‘If I was more sober, I think this would go alot smoother...ahhh s**t’. I blushed, and looked down for a second, and she giggled, but with her eyes as well. “You know, you look really cute when you laugh” and then realising what I said: “..Jesus, I’m sorry that was probably really weird, I..” and then she cut me off. “Really, sweet actually.” . My face gleamed with a smile, and that made her chuckle. “Look, you seem ...fun, and like, just…I would like to spend more time with you?. So...anyways, since I clearly am not at my best,”, “Nope” She confirmed and laughed whilst pushing her hair back over her head, revealing these bright twirly eyes. They reminded me of my sister, specifically when we went to Falklen Park one summer. It was the first time I really appreciated her. I mean we were always close, but as a person I mean. I appreciated the fact she breathed and realised that she must been going through her own stuff right then and just her smile and her eyes made me feel sorry for her. I’m not sure why, but just the feeling that she kinda had to march on with her life and she was still happy, anyways I’m getting too much into this.

“Well..maybe could I meet you sometime and try this all again...W-What’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking?”. The party didn’t notice us, and I didn’t want it to. Green dress girl, had been engulfed by the asylum and in this moment, it was just us and punk rock music playing in the background, and I felt this great unknown. All my ideas started here, in this bleak darkness and I hated being here too, it’s a treacherous place, but if I kept going, I’d always end up somewhere new. But I really liked that, because that’s why it’s my “Great Unknown”. Anyways her eyes smiled with her, as she looked away. The Great Unknown told me to give up, that she didn’t like this conversation, and that I’m coming off so weird to her right now. Her head jerked back to me and she flicked her hair back over again. A smile appeared that seemed to say ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this’. “Well no, as a matter of fact, I do not mind you asking. Gimme your phone”. I passed her my phone, and a 1/10 of a song later, she threw it back to me. “You may have one more chance to give a first impression… Mr.Docken… call me… soonish .” She shuffled away scanning the crowd for someone.I was enamored with this girl. I started to think that she gave me a fake number, but I slowly didn’t care. My insecurities were flushed out when the want for her to turn around, and reveal the green captivating eyes became more and more apparent. I checked my phone, and the new contact was still loaded up. “Ohh The Mystery ;)” was the contact name. “Hey!, I thought you said you didn’t mind me knowing your name” I shouted down the room, as she headed out the door with her friend. She turned around, adjusted her hair and laughed. “I said, I didn’t mind, I never said I would tell you” and with that she was gone. I couldn’t wait to hear her voice again.

Author's Note

If this chapter puts you off reading any more, please read the last paragraph and try the next chapter, the writing gets a lot stronger there!

I plan to change a lot in this chapter, as I feel it's really cliche and been done before.

Also, this isn't the way I intend to start the story, this would be chapter 2 in the final version.