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     Music blared from a speaker as we made our way inside, receiving multiple looks from the teens around us. Sweaty bodies clamored around as Sarah navigated us to the kitchen, a large selection of alcohol on display on the counter. 
      "And this is why I love Nick's house!" Sarah yelled over the music while smiling. I laughed with her before grabbing a plastic cup and pouring some vodka in it. I could smell the alcohol all around us, along with expensive cologne and sweat. Sarah poured her own and we clinked our cups before downing the liquid. The burning sensation that followed reminded me why I hate the taste of alcohol, but the loosening in my body made me forget it. every. single. time.
After a few more shots, Sarah and I found ourselves talking to two boys about the apparent hurricane that was forming. The living room was swarming with other teens, so I sat on the armrest of the large lounge chair that was occupied by one of the boys.
"My mom said it's supposed to hit soon and like destroy everything." The cute curly headed one spoke. Sarah had whispered to me that his name was Jacob, but she wasn't completely sure, so I've just been waiting for someone to say his name. And I've been waiting. For a while.
"Yeah well last time your mom said that all it did was rain for a few days." The other one replied, who was drooling over Sarah. Jacob, I think, had called him Porter earlier when they were telling us about how they know Nick. Porter had sandy colored hair, and was dressed in a Nike hoodie with sweats. How is he not dying of heat exhaustion? I thought to myself as I watched him mindlessly flirt with Sarah. I wondered if she knew she walked boys like dogs. They follow her everywhere, which I honestly admired her for. 
"Wait, so why am I just now hearing about a hurricane possibly hitting and destroying my house?" I questioned the boys.
"I heard they were gonna wait to see if it grew to send out warnings, because everyone goes into like panic mode and get really pissed when they find out it was a false alarm." Porter replied. Sarah had now made her way to his lap, causing me to wiggle my eyebrows at her when he looked away.
"So I got back just in time to board up my house and clean up post-hurricane mess for the rest of the summer, great!" I yelled, feeling the few shots really take over. I always knew I was a lightweight, but I guess it had been a while since I had drank because wowee, did I feel tipsy.
"I'll protect you from the big scary hurricane Ms. Dawson, don't you worry." Jacob spoke up as he put his hand on my lower back. Sober me would probably slap him across the face for talking to me like I was a four year old, but drunk me just smiled and laughed. I watched as Porter began whispering in my best friends ear, causing her to giggle and stand up. 
"I'll be back okay? If the boys come looking just wait here and I'll come find you." She stated before kissing me on the cheek and letting the boy pull her through the party. I knew she wasn't drunk enough to not make her own decisions, so I nodded my head, but watched her as they went to the backyard. At least they wouldn't be fucking back there. I hope. We always had a rule that if 30 minutes went by and we hadn't texted or seen each other, we go look immediately. So I'm sure she knew I would come looking eventually.
"So. Tell me about yourself." The curly headed boy suddenly said as he pulled me into his lap. I immediately felt my face heat up at the sudden proximity. It wasn't my favorite thing that he didn't ask before moving me, but I just complied.
"Um, I have a brother, and a dog named Jesse, and Sarah is my best friend." I stated, "My brother isn't named Jesse, just my dog." I laughed out. I watched as his perfect white teeth appeared as he rubbed my leg. "Your turn." I whispered when I noticed how close his face was to mine. Maybe it was the alcohol, but suddenly I felt nauseous. Not like, "holy fuck I might puke on this boy," but like, "suddenly I don't wanna kiss you because I am really tipsy and will probably regret it," I didn't really have a reason, but I just felt off about it.