The speakers were busting with loud music, teenagers scattered all around the house. Some were making out in corners, others committing stupidities that they would be able to shrug off when sober, placing the blame on the alcohol- which was partly true, ignoring someone would have to want trying to make a ping-pong ball enter another's person mouth with a bounce or less on the table, in order to do it. Wether they did it or not was merely determined by the annount of alcohol they had consumed.

All couches and chairs were occupied, people chatting and laughing a little too loud at too little. Glances that were far from discrete from hormonal teenagers, and plastic cups discarded in tables and sticky floors- god save the carpets.

The smell of weed was everything but sutile- but like it or not, there was no 'smoking outside' rule in the eighties, and the popular kids with the wealthy houses wouldn't be the ones to ruin the fun. -

Your friend had left you alone - yet another time- without sparing you even the smallest glance from over their shoulder, after a particularly hot individual had done as little as daring to exist in the span of two meters from your pal. And as charming as they were, they had to pounce.

Surely enough they would be back soon. Or so you repeated yourself after the fourth time the clock moved on ten minutes.

It's not that you didn't like parties. You just didn't enjoy them alone. So there you were, leaning against a wall, awkwardly holding a cup In your hand while your eyes were fixed on the clock on the wall, as if it may just grow legs and flee.

And that's when you heard a familiar voice- Nancy, from your class, laughing a bit and chatting with one of her friends- Robin, perhaps. Not that you knew her.

And after staying in the same spot for forty minutes, waiting for your very thoughtful friend to come back, a mere school acquaintance translated to a brave princess riding to your aid. -Even if she pretty much did not do it on purpose.-

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