I sat down, among the buzzing of people, on a stained, brown leather sofa that creaked as I sunk into it. I never really was a party girl. Coke, weed, pills, I had done it all, but there was nothing I enjoyed enough to do more than once. Alcohol was my go to. Helped me open up, socialise, whatever.
The room was full of people around my age, late teens to early 20s, moving in unison to the drum and bass pulsing in the background. As I sat sipping a vodka and coke, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned to see a girl, slightly taller than me, pink and black bob and eyeliner that put Amy Winehouse to shame. "Have we met before?" She shouted, cutting through the deafening music.
"No... I don't think so," I shouted back, "But then again, I don't usually remember my nights out."
She smiled awkwardly in reply. "You seem bored," she nodded towards the backdoor, "join me outside?" I nodded. I didn't have much else to do, neither did I know any of the drugged out people surrounding me.
The girl pulled me up with her pale hand and dragged me through the crowd to the back garden of the house. "Fucking hell, it's loud in there. Want a smoke?" I nodded as she lit up her joint and took a puff before handing it to me.
The garden was much more peaceful, a few groups of people stood around smoking or sitting in the grass, nodding along to the music faintly playing from the inside of the house. I took a puff and breathed in deeply as the smoke filled my lungs. I watched the girl as I handed it back to her, her face lit by the moonlight.
I could see her better now. Looking up from her black dress to the piercings on her face I realised - she was quite a pretty girl. It was either her smooth, pale face or the lack of oxygen in my brain, but I started to feel giddy. Her eyes met mine. Dark brown, but shiny. Long spidery lashes. She blew her smoke into my face.
"Name?" She uttered. "Oh... I'm Daisy. Thank you for rescuing me from that dirty sofa." "Anytime. Couldn't leave a pretty girl like you on her own." I hoped it was too dark for her to see my face flush, or that my makeup covered it up adequately. "What are you called?" I asked. "Bella." She finished her joint and flicked it into the grass.
My head spun as I leant against the wall. The alcohol and weed was catching up with me now. The world leant sideways but Bella jumped to hold me up. "Jesus, already?" She laid me down. "I guess we've all been there." She lay next to me on the damp grass and stared into the black sky. I rolled over and pulled myself up to sit against the cold brick wall. She didn't miss a beat. I felt it in the air.
Out of nowhere her face was against mine and she began to sloppily kiss me. I pulled away in shock but in my semi inebriated state, how could resist? She grabbed my face with her long fingers and I held her against me. The cold air had done nothing to sober me up and feeling her soft lips against mine made me feel a warmth deep in my body.
We made out messily and she moved down to kiss my neck but I stood up and pulled her with me. "At least take me to the bedroom first." I gasped breathlessly. My judgement was too clouded to want to do anything else except her. I didn't have a track record of being with girls, but fuck it I guess. Bella made me feel something.
Thankfully the hosts of the party had a pretty big house, whilst in a more run down area, the inside was well decorated and somewhat had a feel of luxury. Their upstairs rooms were no exception. Bella chose one with floral wallpaper and a double bed with silky covers, and turned on the red fairy lights lining the corners of the room. "It's their best bedroom." She explained, and winked at me as she closed the door behind her.
