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  • Party Like It’s 2009

    September 16, 2009 — With 296 words — Read — Share
    They are standing there together in the darkness, with only a little bit of light shining on their faces.
    “You are everything I could ever wish for.. And more!” He tells his lover.
    The light in the small dark hallway goes on.
    “My dream girl.” He looks over her shoulder to see who turned on the lights.
    Because he was getting all emotional his cheeks are wet from his tears.
    The guy that flipped the switch is staring at him for a moment,
    until he goes into the bathroom and after a while he comes out without flushing.
    He then flips off the lights and is gone.
    “I want to be with you forever.” He whispers into her ear.
    She looks into his eyes and her lips part.
    The lights goes on again.
    “Oh sorry.” Some guy holding beers said and he flips off the lights again.
    And the hallway is pitch black again.
    She finally speaks “O M G!”
    “O..?” Is the only thing that leaves his mouth.
    “I was just asking you where the bathroom was.” She says.
    He is holding her hands and keeps looking deep into her eyes, his heart bouncing in his chest.
    “I think I had a tad bit to much to drink.” She tells him while she tries to stay up on her two feet.
    Making hiccup like movements she runs to the bathroom, and he follows her in.
    “All guys just want one thing.” She tells him.
    Her voice bounces of the ceramic bowl creating a bit of an echo.
    “I’m like a basketball, they just pass me around.”
    She manages to get out of her mouth in between pieces of last nights dinner.
    For the remainder of the night he hold back her hair while she throws up in the toilet bowl.
    But he didn’t care that it was gross, for the first time in his life he felt happy.
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