Spin The Bottle

3: Love's A Game Of... Spin The Bottle?

"Are we there yet?" I asked Noah, more annoyed than ever as we drove down a long street.

"Will you stop being so impatient?" He asked, with a slight scowl on his face. "We're almost there!" He yelled, not once taking his eyes off the road. I groaned and folded my arms over my chest, sitting back in my seat.

"I just really wanna get there." I mumbled, sounding like a sulking child.

"It's funny, seeing as how you didn't wanna go in the first place." He stated with slight amusement, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Yeah, well, the sooner we get there the sooner we can leave." I emphasized the word 'leave' and he laughed. I wasn't laughing with him because I was being really serious.

"You know, it's just a party, it's not going to kill you." He said matter-of-factly.

"And staying home wasn't gonna kill you at, ALL! All we had to do was stay at your place and watch movies or play video games but noooooo, you just had to be cool, popular, football playin' Noah..."

At this point he was doubling over with laughter and shaking his head. "who drags his innocent, book reading, socially deprived, dork, best friend wherever he goes -- Why are we stopping?" I stomped my foot on the floor of the car, mid rant, and whining, and looked at Noah who was looking at me with an amusing gleam in his eye.

"Because we're here, Em. So stop complaining, and get out." I blinked and looked around to where we parked. On the side of Ashlyn's mansion -- actually mansion would be an understatement. Her house was a castle! I see why everyone comes to her parties!

I looked around and saw people scattered out in the front yard and coming in and out of the house. Apparently her parents were out of town for the weekend for some sort of business related trip and she decided to party. How she was gonna clean this all up by Monday was BEYOND me, but, oh well. Her problem.

"Come on, Rina," Noah said, pulling me from my mind. "Are you gonna stare or are you gonna enjoy?" I looked back at him and smiled at the nickname he gave me a long time ago.

It was actually formed from the song 'Glycerine' seeing as that's my favorite song and so he started calling me Rina. I really love it when he calls me that, because it makes me feel special.

I shook my head so that he wouldn't think I was a weirdo staring at him smiling like that, then pouted, coming back to the now.

"Can't I just stay in the car?" I asked in all seriousness, and he sighed heavily.

"No, you cannot just stay in the car." He sighed impatiently, and I continued to pout. He opened his car door, then came around to open mine.

"I'm coming, okay?" I got out and he shook his head at me, with a small smile on his face. Closing the door behind me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I think my heart skipped a beat.

But, oh my god. I do not wanna be here! I hate this so very much! I would rather be home burying myself in a book! Ugh! The things I do for love.

We walked through the doors and the music was so loud, I couldn't think. I couldn't hear anything but that god awful song, and I'm pretty sure I had to check if I was still breathing!

I had a horrified look on my face, and Noah had a small smile plastered on his.

Why is this happening? People were actually dancing and laughing and having a good time! I feel so out of place.

Pretty soon Noah was bobbing his head to the music and I turned my head away from him and mouthed "oh my god" to myself. He let me go and I immediately sighed. Where he left was now cold and missing his arm dearly.