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Any time? Yeah, that's what I thought too. I soon figured out, by watching him that it certainly was not true. At that point it was a complete let down, not to mention the buzz-kill that shortly followed. He entered the room by falling through the doorway. Everyone that was already there stopped what they were doing and just watched him as he rolled around on the floor laughing hysterically. One of the under-age girls broke the silence by asking "Well, shouldn't we, like, uh do something?" She obviously hadn't been to a party at the infamous Evan's house before. No one replied to her, which made her even more confused. I sat wondering why they even let her inside the house.
I had never seen her before and it wouldn't be bad if I never had to again. She was the type of girl that I spent my whole life trying to avoid. She tanned way to much, she looked like a tall glass of no-pulp orange juice. Her hair was bleached blond and there was dark brown roots showing through. That led me to the conclusion that she was just another follower. She sat on the brown couch with a clueless look on her face. Her legs were crossed and she dangled her black leather heel at the end of her toes. She finally notice me looking her up and down. She glared back and said "What the hell are you looking at???"
"Get the fuck out, aren't you still in high school?". I think she was surprised that I replied like that, she acted as if no one had ever stood up to her before. I got up and stepped over Evan who still lied on the ground, now passed out. I walked into the kitchen and got another Corona out of the fridge. I sat down on a chair and noticed Taylor sitting next to me shaking to get his next fix. He began to tap his fingers rapidly against his knee. It made me sick to see him like that, so I returned to the living room. To my satisfaction, the Hollywood wanna-be had left.
I sat down on the couch in the spot where she once was. I looked around at everybody, they were clearly enjoying themselves. I sure as hell wasn't, I was bored; bored with the people who sat around getting shit faced. Sometimes it bothered me. My mind faded back to the question I had asked my self earlier. Anytime? It was somewhat hard to comprehend. I didn't know what to do next.