My ABC Night; What A Crazy Night!A Story by Nicole ReneeFor the ABC contest
Alluring this man with what he called a sexy smile, I then Could get to know each other a little more. I waited in the middle of the Dance floor to see if he would come around, tapping my foot to the beat of the music. Either I was getting stiffed by an incredibly sexy man, or that he had gotten lost in the crowd. ‘Fuck him’ I thought, waiting about an hour and a half for him to come approach me calmly. I sighed and Got myself out of the hot, stuffy bar, walking myself out of the door without a waste of time. Another Hour flew on by, the next door neighbor next to my apartment being a little too loud for my own good. I was already fed up from what had happened to me at the bar, my headache going up two notches as I Jolted to my neighbor Patty’s apartment. I banged on the twice before Mikey (Patty’s boyfriend) opened the door. “Keep the noise down please; I have a really bad headache!” I shouted over the Loud noise, staring vaguely at what was going on in Patty’s apartment. I crossed my arms and glared at Mikey, who in return gave me a funny look, taking gulps of his beer as he continued to stare at me. “NO JUMPING ON THE COUCH, M.J.!” A woman shouted from the living room, a man with a funny noise and a pin stripped suit giggling like a school girl with candy. I pushed Mikey forcefully Out of my way, taking a better look at who this mysterious “M.J.” was. I should have known Perfectly well that it was who I was thinking of, yet with drinking beer on the way, who knew that this weird party that I was now attending would get utterly Quiet when I screamed slurrly,”OH MY GOD, IT’S MICHAL JACKSON!”, not knowing we were Secretly being watched by the FBI. I stook with my beer in one hand, my other hand covering my face. I was Too embarrassed to run out of the room as the cops busted the party, wishing that I was at home watching Underworld, watching vampires kick a*s with their amazing small guns. A chill went up my spin, feeling a hand touch my shoulder lightly and coldly as it ever possibly could get. I swore that I jumped nine feet into the air, thinking that for some reason, I was going to be killed by a Vampire in disguise of an FBI cop. The man reassured me that he Wasn’t going to arrest me, only wanting to ask what had happened at the party. I couldn’t help it, I was so nervous! I spilled the whole story out to the man; even what had happened an hour ago before I practically dove into this whole mess. Xander (the cop) then left me with a dazed look upon his face, probably wondering why he had wanted to witness me in the first place. So now You got it all; my bizarre night within my head. GETTING Zero hours of sleep wasn’t worth getting half drunk, having hallucinations about Michael Jackson in a little pink tutu with a butterfly mask throwing fairy dust into my face! Urrrrgghhhh............... © 2010 Nicole ReneeAuthor's Note
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Added on July 2, 2008Last Updated on July 31, 2010 AuthorNicole ReneeAnoka, MNAboutI usually write poetry and short stories, yet I always come up with good ideas for novels. I did have a long biography on here,but when Charlie deleted everybody's work off of here on Friday the 13th,.. more..Writing
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