Now, before any of you go crazy or something, let me just say all of the following events are by no means real and I 100% completely made them up according to a dream I had a while back.
Don't question me as to why I had this dream. It's kind of a long story...
Nonetheless, I thought I'd write this for fun, so if you don't have anything nice to say, I'd rather you didn't say it at all.
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Fonts-23
Gibb-22
Tom-22
Maeve-22
Caellum-21
Claire-21
Maya-19
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8:32pm
"Tom!" I squealed, throwing aside my bag to launch myself at a friend I hadn't seen in all of two years.
Maeve rolled her eyes at my antics before shutting the door behind us.
"Maya!" the tall redhead laughed as I hugged the life outta him, "Long time, no see, huh?"
I smiled in response.
"Okay so let me get this straight. You show up to my apartment after I invite you over, and you say hi to the ginger before me?!"
Fonts threw me a glare that could cut through steel.
"Why, hello there to you too, Matthew," I laughed, throwing him a fleeting hug–much to his chagrin–before making my way over to the living room, where Gibb and Claire sat chatting away.
"Oh, hello dear!" Claire got up to greet me, though she wasn't as enthusiastic as the others 'cause she'd seen me the day before at Maeve's place.
Gibb got up next, pulling me into one of his famous bear hugs and I couldn't keep the stupid grin off my face because I hadn't seen this fool since my high school graduation.
"How're you doing, little one?"
"I'm hardly little anymore, Michael. Please give me the respect I deserve," I stuck my tongue out at him to show that I was only half joking.
"Where's the tall one?" I asked, surveying my surroundings and finding that one of my best friends was missing.
"Probably raiding my pantry. The guy has needs..." Fonts explained, right as Caellum decided to walk in.
"Hey, kiddo!" his face lit up as he walked over to hug me with one arm, the other holding a giant bag of Doritos.
"Huh. You seem taller. I wonder why?" Caellum teased as I let go, causing everyone to look pointedly at my feet.
The others snickered.
"Ha. Ha. Very funny." I flipped him the bird as I kicked off my five inch heels, taking a seat on the couch.
"Now that's more like the Maya we know," Tom chuckled, taking a seat beside me.
"I tried to convince her not to wear 'em but the girl insisted," Maeve threw her hands up in the air as everyone else sat down.
After the initial shock of being reintroduced to my best friends after two years, and after everyone else had somewhat settled down (like that ever happens in our friend group), I asked the rest what the occasion was.
After all, this was the first time we'd all been together since I graduated high school.
The others looked at each other for a minute.
When no one seemed to answer me, Fonts took it upon himself to look at me from across the coffeetable and tell me what was really going on.
"We're getting you drunk."
I had to refrain from choking on my own saliva.
"Excuse me, what?"
I could already feel my whole body tense up. This was not gonna be good.
This is not gonna be good.
"Listen, kid, you're about to be a Junior in college and you still haven't gotten wasted yet! It's our responsibility to fix that." Fonts explained with a smirk.
"Come on, dude, you promiseddd," Gibb whined from the armrest on the love-seat opposite me.
My eyes nearly tripled in size.
"I what?! When the hell did I promise you that?" I stood up on impulse.
"Sophomore year of high school," Fonts stepped in, "You said you'd promise to get drunk with us if we met your criteria."
I cocked an eyebrow. None of this was ringing a bell.
"You said you'd get drunk only if you were with your best friends, in a safe environment, and when we weren't planning on going out anywhere. Take a look around, Maya. None of us plan to leave tonight," Fonts tried to assure me but something still didn't feel right.
"Guysssss, this is peer pressureeee," I couldn't help but whine, fidgeting with my hands from the nerves.
"Come on, Maya, even Claire is doing it!" C chimed in, trying his best to be persuasive.
"I'm sorry, but what is that supposed to mean?" Claire gave him a light smack to the arm, clearly insulted.
"You do whatever you want, dear, no one is gonna make you do anything," she said.
"Guys, I'm putting my foot down on this one," I shook my head as I was putting my heels back on, ready to walk out the door.
"Maya, I hate to break it to you, love, but you've got nowhere to go... I'm your ride and I'm also your designated crashing area as of this summer, so..." Maeve tried reasoning with me.
She had a point, and again I found myself stuck.
"Look at it this way," Fonts took my bag back from me, laying it on the table next to us, "You could either get drunk, and have a great time, or you could stay sober, and have to babysit every single one of us. Think about it."
There was an awkward silence as the rest waited for me to make up my mind.
One glance at those goons and all I said was, "What the hell, hand me a drink,"
"That's what I thought," Fonts patted me on the back with a smile on his face, leading me back to where my friends all sat cheering for me.
"Atta girl, Maya," Caellum stuck out his tongue at me and I mimicked the action.
"This'll be fun, I promise," Tom patted the spot on the couch I previously occupied.
I rolled my eyes at how ridiculous the whole situation was.
Fonts disappeared for a while and reappeared with a whole cooler full of, well... whatever he supposed we were gonna drink that night.
I eyed that blue mini fridge like it was gonna be the death of me.
"Take it slow, though, kiddo, we don't want you poisoning yourself and then hafta rush you to the ER or something," Gibb joked, nudging me in the ribs as he passed me a beer.
I gave him a weak smile back.
Well this was gonna be interesting.
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9:46pm
I can't remember who thought it'd be a great idea to play drunk Twister, but whoever did clearly wanted to see us all suffer.
Right now, Tom was winning. I have no idea how, but he was.
I was out, along with Claire and Fonts, who'd both tripped over some idiot's foot in the process.
"Left hand on green," I giggled, knowing this would be the end of Caellum's Twister career.
"You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me!" he grumbled, trying his best to reach between Gibb's legs and around Maeve's arm, but balance was not on his side, and he toppled over.
"Aaaand you're out!" Claire exclaimed from the other side of the room, where she lay sprawled across the entire couch.
Instead of being angry though, C just started laughing hysterically. The kind where your face turns red and tears leak out your eyes.
I couldn't help but join in because what can I say? Laughing is contagious. Especially when you're pretty buzzed.
I hadn't even finished half my beer yet and I was already feeling a bit too happy.
Once I started laughing, Gibb just couldn't contain it any longer and allowed himself an explosion of laughter, which caused him to topple over as well.
"I'm sorry, losers, but could you please evacuate the premises while we figure out who the real champion is?" Maeve tried on her best precocious voice as the other two continued their laughter off by the side.
By now, all of us were in stitches, struck by this never-ending chain of giggles and guffaws.
Tom and Maeve were still on the battlefield, determined not to let this laughter distract them, though both were definitely holding in sputters of their own.
"Just spin the fucking wheel Maya!" Tom called, trying his absolute best not to smile because he knew all would be over if he did.
"Okay! Sheesh," I tried to hold in my own laughter, "Right foot on yellow," I got up and sat back down where Gibb and C had claimed the rug.
I watched the concentration on Tom's face before he realized his inevitable defeat. Apparently, if he was gonna go down, so was Maeve.
"Ahh! Tom!" she'd squealed when the other one bumped into her on purpose.
And so there ended up being a tie between the pile of giggles on the floor.
"BUT ONLY ONE CAN SURVIVE!" Fonts insisted, bringing a fist into the air as he got up and stood in front of all of us.
"Fonts, what're you, nuts? This isn't the Hunger Games!" Claire laughed, pulling her hair up into a bun as she sat up to join the rest of our circle.
"Well, somebody's gotta break the tie," C said.
"I pronounce a chugging competition!" our host proclaimed.
"No!" Maeve sounded disgusted.
"I would totally beat you,"
"Fuck off, Tom, don't underestimate my power," Maeve gave him a shove.
"Nah, whoever does the best interpretive dance of Seventeen!" Claire sent herself as well as Maeve and I into another fit of laughter while the guys just looked on in horror.
"Fuck no." was their immediate response.
"I should actually murder you for even bringing that up, but you're my friend so I'm trying my best to restrain myself," Fonts spoke in all seriousness.
"I GOT IT!" I allowed myself a breath after my giggling ceased.
I stood up and climbed onto the table, heels and all, willing myself to be serious so I could announce their ultimate challenge.
"A catwalk!"
"What? Like modeling?" Tom's face contorted into one of complete disbelief.
"Mhmm! Whoever performs the best catwalk–" the others looked at me bemusedly as I fumbled to pull off one of my shoes, "in MY heels, breaks the tie!"
Tom's mouth was wide open and I could tell he was about to protest when Fonts interrupted.
"IT'S PERFECT!"
"But Fonts–"
"It's my house, therefore, you live under my rules, buddy," Fonts could not have felt more pleased with himself.
Maeve held a look of pure contempt. She was so gonna win this.
"But Maya's shoes are like... ten sizes too small for me," the grown man whined, not ready to accept his fate.
"Suck it up, O'Rourke, and show the judges what you got," Caellum winked at our ginger friend, glad he wasn't stuck in the same predicament.
"WAIT!" I exclaimed, scrambling off the table in one shoe to find my bag so I could play them some proper catwalk music.
"Alright, who's gonna go first?" Claire came and sat down next to me, pulling her knees up to her chest, eager to watch this showdown go down.
"I say Maya gets to choose since she came up with the idea," Gibb grinned at me, poking me in the side as I let out a squeal.
Feeling very entitled at the moment, I sat upright, pretending to think very carefully about this.
"Maeve should go first cuz she's less likely to break my shoes," I announced with a pleased smile across my face.
I tugged off my other shoe and handed it to her as the others began to laugh.
"Ready?" I couldn't help but smirk as my finger hovered over the play button.
Maeve took off imaginary sunglasses and spoke with an overly dramatic voice, "Baby, I was born ready,"
And so began the hair flips and hip swishes and the sexy eyes.
"And that was Maeve Harten, everybody!" I mock-announced.
I gave Tom a little intro as he struggled to get the tips of his toes into my shoes.
"Introducing, the flawless and the fab: Tom O'Rourke! Gimme some sass," I played the part of the obnoxious show host, trying not to laugh when Tom did things like wink at us.
The rest hooted and whistled at the six-foot-who-knows-what guy standing in front of us, giving us his best flips and swishes and sexy eyes.
"Work it, baby, work it!" Gibb took on the voice of some middle-aged woman, trying not to crack up himself.
After I was sure the poor guy had tired himself out, I stood up, taking my spot by his side and calling Maeve to stand next to me. I forgot how it felt to be this short again.
"I give you our two contestants. You both performed valiantly," I kept up the act, letting our friends have a little laugh as Tom and Maeve bowed.
"But I'm afraid this was not your calling, Tom. You've been defeated," I sighed with fake sympathy.
"Dammit," he pretended to sulk away as he sat down with the others.
"And that leaves Maeve, Queen of the Catwalk! Congratulations!" I shook her hand and then sat down by her feet, hopelessly giggling at the ordeal that had just unfolded.
She pretended to act emotional and began saying, "I'd like to thank my mother, and Maya's lucky shoes, and lastly, Tom, for being the loser so I could win," she wiped away at a fake tear while Tom merely rolled his eyes.
"Awesome choice, Maya," Claire granted me a high five, grinning wildly at the result of this.
"Better luck next time, huh, Tom?" Gibb teased.
Then Tom shoved a pillow in Gibb's face.
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10:28pm
I was sprawled across Maeve's lap when C and Gibb came out of the kitchen carrying cans of Monster.
"Can I try?" I mumbled, seeing as my face was somewhat smothered in the couch.
"You've never had one before?" Tom looked over at me incredulously.
"Uh uh,"
"Dude, how the hell did you survive college without coffee or Mountain Dew or this?" C looked struck dumb.
"I didn't," I let out an airy laugh, sitting up so I could grab one of the cans.
"Maya, I'm not sure you're gonna like tha–"
"EW!" It took all of me not to spit it out right then and there.
"Told you," Claire sighed from her criss cross applesauce on the ground, which gave me an idea.
"Hey Fonts?"
"Sup?"
I giggled.
"Do you have any applesauce?"
"Uhh no, why?"
"Dammit."
"Maya...?"
"I'm hungryyyyyyyyy," I groaned, taking up more space on the couch, against Tom and Maeve's will.
"Maya... you ate... like... the whole bag of Doritos, how the hell are you still hungry?" Gibb started laughing at me which only got a pout and a stomach grumble in return.
"I mean, we could order pizza," Fonts suggested.
"This late?" Claire spoke up from below.
"Yeah, man, Dominos always has my back," Fonts stated matter-of-factly, taking his phone out and speed dialing the place.
The pizza got there ten minutes late, so you better believe how hungry I was by then.
As soon as the bell rang, I sprang from my seat and dashed over to the door, only bumping into two tables, three people, and a chair on the way.
"That'll be–"
"Here, thanks!" I swiped the two pizzas from the guy, shoving forty dollars into his hand before slamming the door shut.
The poor dude left with a bit of a shock to the system but what can I say? I was beyond hungry.
Bringing the pizzas back to the other room, I'd already called dibs on four pepperoni slices. And there was nothing they could do about it.
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11:17pm
Somehow I'd finished off two beers and a shot of whiskey and was still alive. Barely. But still.
The guys had downed a lot more than that but for some reason were holding up much better than I.
Tom and C were entwined together on one of the couches laughing at who knows what.
I lay across the arm of the other couch, my feet resting in Claire's lap.
Suddenly, I was struck by hiccups.
This, of course, made the others snicker.
"Guysss *hic* shut upppp *hic*" I groaned, displeased with the lack of respect I was receiving.
"I think someone's had a bit too much," Fonts simply looked at me with a smug grin whereas I took up a defensive stance.
"Have *hic* n-nottt *hic*" except now my own hiccups were causing me to laugh, and so I was stuck in an onslaught of simultaneous laughing and hiccuping.
"Something is very wrong with you, child," Maeve laughed, trying her best not to end up in a hopeless laugh attack as I was in the moment.
Eyeing Gibb's forgotten beer bottle on the table, I was about to reach for it when it was swiped away from me.
"Whoa there, tiger, you don't need anymore of that," Gibb sent me a mixture between a sympathetic and an amused smile.
I huffed in defeat.
Suddenly, I had a thought.
"Guys," I couldn't help but giggle at myself, "*hic* what if..." my laughing wouldn't let me finish my sentences, "What if *hic* giraffes had human *hic* personalities and then they *hic* took over the *hic* earth?"
I was met with silence. Apparently my humor was not up to par, but at that point, nothing mattered to me. I just laughed and laughed and laughed.
"Maya, that's not even funny..." C couldn't help the smile that was creeping onto his face just from witnessing another of my laugh attacks.
"Oh dear, child..." Claire shook her head at me.
They let me go like this until I rolled off of the couch and onto the floor, clutching my very sore stomach.
"I'M GONNA PEEEEE!"
Tears were streaming down my face now and I could do nothing to help myself.
"Maya, I swear to God, if you piss on my floor, you're cleaning it up," was all Fonts could say, but he, too, was starting to laugh himself.
Feeling that it was actually going to happen, I surprised everyone by scrambling to my feet and making a beeline for the bathroom.
After I walked back in the room, I'd managed to somewhat calm down, only taking gasps of breath every few seconds.
I relocated to my spot on the couch, deciding to sit on Claire's lap.
She didn't really do much but groan under the unexpected weight.
Suddenly, I felt a pang of lovingness that I couldn't seem to shake off.
I turned around and took Claire's face in both my hands, pressing my forehead to hers.
She was definitely caught off guard but didn't push me away either, instead sat there with an amused grin, wondering what my next extraordinary act would be.
Looking her straight in the eyes I said, "Claire... you are *hic* a wwonderrful human beinggg," our noses were practically touching, "And evveryone should *hic* knnoww that," I added.
Before anyone else could figure out what I was doing, I got up and seemed to play some odd version of Duck, Duck, Goose, patting each person on the head and telling them how wonderful they are XD
And yet, no one felt the need to stop me.
I plopped myself in Tom's lap, catching him much by surprise and started messing with his hair.
"Tom," I started with an airy sigh, "you'reee a g-good personn. But orange doesn't s-suit youu,"
Everyone else just seemed to be watching me now. Their eyes went wide. Tom flew a hand to his chest in mock-hurt.
"Well, I told you I might go blonde–"
"No, that wouldn'tt work eitherr..." I yawned, unfolding myself so I now lay sprawled across Tom and C's legs.
They couldn't really do much about it, anyway. Again, everyone looked on to see what I would do next. After all, the whole point of this get together was to see each other and watch me get drunk for the first time.
Only a few moments of silence passed before I started singing to myself in Spanish, not quite aware of the six other faces looking at me, holding in giggles and snickers of their own.
They watched as I grew tired and more tired. The alcohol finally got away with lulling me to sleep.
I can't remember much else.
Until I woke up.
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3:15am
I woke up with the absolute worst feeling in my stomach.
Someone had moved me to the love-seat so more people could occupy the couch.
Claire, C and Tom were fast asleep but Maeve, Gibb and Fonts were still awake, chattering away.
Though I was practically a grown woman at nineteen years old, in that moment, I felt like I'd retreated to the body of a child.
Someone had also thrown a fleece over me.
Trying my best to kick it off, I realized how badly my head was pounding, too, so I couldn't help but let out a wail.
I've never been one to be good about discomfort or pain and it seemed my only resolution was crying, especially when I felt so disoriented.
Gibb was the first to hear me, and he walked over in as straight of a line as he could.
"Hey, what's wrong, kiddo?" he helped me get to a sitting position.
"I... I don't feel good," I confessed, feeling the tears start to sting my eyes and the bile start to pile up in my throat.
"Oh, jeez," he mumbled to himself before calling out, "Guys? Could you help me out here?"
Maeve and Fonts made their way over to me and Fonts did his best to crouch down.
"You okay, kid?" he asked seriously.
All I could do was shake my head before bringing one hand up to my mouth.
All their eyes went wide as if to say "Nope! Not here!"
And so the three of them took my arms and led me to the restroom, where I puked my guts out for what felt like an eternity.
At some point, Maeve left to go to bed, giving me feel better wishes.
I could tell both Fonts and Gibb were about to knock out but they were kind enough to stay with me until I was all taken care of.
"Here, finish the whole thing, okay?" Fonts handed me a water bottle and I nodded, taking sips at a time.
"Alright, you've had quite a night, let's get you back to bed, shall we?" Gibb offered his hand to help me off the ground before leading me back to where I was sleeping before.
"Hey, Fonts?" I called out, pulling the fleece over me.
"Yeah?"
"I'm really sorry for... uh... well, all of that," I mumbled, suddenly feeling very embarrassed at what my friends had just witnessed.
Through the dark, I could see him roll his eyes at me before saying, "God, Maya, you and your unnecessary sorries... You don't need to apologize, okay? It happens to the best of us," and since he was smiling, I knew I truly had nothing to worry about.
"Okay, now go to sleep," Gibb ruffled my hair and I swatted his hand away with a giggle.
Before long, I found myself very much unconscious again.
The next morning, I could hardly remember what had happened the night before, but I had a strange feeling that I had to apologize to Tom...
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And there you go. I told myself I'd finish this in one go and BAM here it is so TAKE THAT PAST SELF!
Fonts, I know you told me to go to bed and I promise I will after I publish this so please don't be mad.
I love you all and I hope none of you are offended by any of this... craziness XD
Hasta la próxima,
Much love xoxo
Maya
P.S.: There were only so many things I could write because as you know, I have very limited knowledge about certain things...
