A party.
That's where we went. Shawn told me that it wasn't just any party, it was a the birthday party of a very good friend his. Julia Michaels I think. I just nodded my head and smiled because I didn't see the difference.
Immediately we got in, they both disappeared into the crowd and I was left to fend for myself.
But I guess I deserved it. Why was I so indignant to tag along. I got a few glances from people, probably because I've standing at the entrance with no sense of direction whatsoever.
For that reason, I moved to the smaller room. Thankfully there was a snack bar. So I got in the snack bar to, well– snack.
I couldn't help but notice a lanky long haired man staring down at my head. He was really that tall. Rather, I was really that short.
I looked up at him. Holy gravy, he was taller than Shawn. "What?" I asked.
"Nothing." He said playfully, with a child like glint in his eyes.
That didn't sound like nothing.
"It's just that you're at a party, and you're eating an apple. Where did you even get that from?"
"Right here." I pointed to the table, there lied the apple. Was he blind. "And you know what they say, an apple a day, keeps they doctor away."
"Are you always the life and soul of the party?"
"It's not in your criteria to judge me."
"Woah!" He put his hands defensively in the air. "I'm not judging." He fiddled with his cup.
"Okay. I am judging a little."
"Thanks for clearing that up, captain obvious."
He rolled his eyes.
"It just buffles me how a unattractive, homosexual woman was invited to this party. I mean you're wearing cheap hand me downs for clothes which, by the way, clearly shows your poor fashion sense. May I add that you look like a human who has been deprived of social interaction for a number of years."
I stared at him shocked for a while.
"Sorry. Where are my manners? You're here, so you must be in relations with someone here. Care for a drink?"
"Sorry, I don't drink." I state.
"You don't drink fruit punch?"
"I thought you meant something alcoholic."
"You alcohol?" He laughed. "You didn't look like the type, you look so clueless. I could swear that you're still a virgin."
"Excuse you?"
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Shawn's POV
I look around the party for what seemed like the millionth time now. But still, Clumsy was nowhere to be seen.
I expected her to follow me– us, when we walked in through the doors. I guess she had other plans.
I couldn't help but crane my neck over to see if there was any sign of Clumsy anywhere. But every once in a while I flinch thinking I've just spotted her, but it's usually a dude in a hoodie.
It's funny how if you are desperately trying to find someone, everyone starts looking like the person you're looking for.
It's messed up.
After some time, I gave in. I couldn't wait any longer, I had to find her.
I checked outside, inside and I hoped she didn't lock herself in the bathroom, just so she could avoid any human interaction.
Yep. That sounds like her.
I walked over to Camila to ask her to look for Clumsy in the bathrooms. I felt slightly tense and a tad bit guilty. Clumsy was not the type for such environments and it me who forced her to come.
Psychologically.
Just as I was passing by, I found her sitting blankly at the snack bar. I ran, trying not to look too eager, towards her.
Her eyes were bloodshot red.
Had she been crying?
"Clumsy?" I called but she was mindlessly staring at the wall. "Clumsy!" I said again, snapping my fingers in her face. It instantly drew her attention.
"Yeah?" She slurred. Maybe she's, I don't know, running mad? "What are you doing here?"
"Um," she laughed "you brought me here, remember?"
"That's not what I meant."
In her dainty hands, she had a red cup inner hands. I took it and my suspicions were proven correct, alcohol.
That's why she was acting funny.
"Let's get outta here." I offered my hand.
"No wait. I feel dizzy. I think I need to sit down."
"You are already sitting down."
She looked down at at her sit before exclaiming "WOAH!"
I pulled her out of that room and into the party. Sat her down in Camila's sit. "Stay put, I'm going to get you some water. Okay?"
She didn't reply.
I came back and she wasn't where I left her.
Where could she have gone now?
She was back at the snack bar, swaying to the sound of nothing. Literally swayed. She looked like a fish out of the water dancing to the sound of nothing.
At least now she was dancing like there's nobody's there.
"What are you doing back here?"
"I just came here for some fresh air."
"Just sit down and drink up." I sat her down and shoved the drink in her hands.
When she was done, I hoped she sobered up a bit because I wanted her to sink in what was about to drop on her.
"What were you thinking? How did you miss the fact that you were consuming alcohol. Alcohol, Clumsy. Who gave you this, and with whose permission? I'm the one responsible for you in this situation. Do you need a baby sitter? Do you need to be swaddled? You are a grown woman so start acting like one."
"I'm only nineteen."
"Like I said, grown woman. But not grown enough for alcohol."
She didn't say anything, I don't know why I bounced on her like that but at least I'm teaching her to be more responsible. I hope I don't sound like a bummer.
She still didn't say anything. She just sat there in a fatal position. The look she has on her face makes feel even more guilty and forms triple knots in the pit of my stomach. Now I have to apologise.
"Okay Clumsy, I didn't mean--"
"You're taking responsibility for me?"
"Yes."
"You sound like dad. Eww." She laughed before scanning the room. "Shawn do you feel hungry? I feel hungry. I AM hungry. Are you hungry Shawn?"
Okay, maybe she was still drunk.