Yeah, hey, haven't posted in here for awhile.. anyway, this is just a one thing flick, don't expect anything else. Oh, yeah, and please don't comment on how Curt said stuff.. It was meant for him to be drunk, but i'm not sure it turned out that way I watched my best friend sit on the steps of the apartment. She was a rare beauty, in love with life… I stepped forward a little bit and cleared my throat so she would know I was here. She whirled around and peered at me, tears running down her rosy cheeks. The panic on her face was evident, but when she saw it was me, a look of relief passed over her face. She tried to smile, but failed. “Oh! Jason!” She tried to wipe the tears off her cheeks. “I’m—I’m glad it’s you.” I smiled gently at her and leaned against the railing. “Sorry, sorry about this…” She gestured at her face, her tears. “I’m just… a little disappointed in some people…” I smiled gently again and looked off into the midnight sky. The big dipper was evident, even against the bright lights from the party inside. I looked back at Sarah. She was gazing at the moon intently, but her eyes were distant. “It was Curt, wasn’t it?” My voice shocked me, but I watched at her anyway. She still stared at the moon, but her eyes were angry, focused. I knew the answer before she even nodded her head. Anger was dripping through me like venom. How dare he hurt her! I clenched my fists. “He’s pissed off drunk.” I whirled around. Greg stood there, his hands in his pockets. Brown shaggy hair covered his eyes partially, and the familiar feeling of love whirled in my stomach when I saw him. He glanced over at me, smiled a little, and then snapped back his attention to Sarah. Her black curls framed her face, and she was crying again. “I know... It just proves… it just proves that even the smartest people you know can be stupid, retarded idiots.” A wave of pity rose in my stomach and I moved from the railing to hug her. We sat there for minutes… or hours… I just kept hugging her and trying to comfort her. Greg eventually left us. He drove back in a brown beat up Buick. He stepped out, stopped, and bent back to grab something. I watched him curiously, still hugging Sarah. He got out again, but I was distracted suddenly by a cough. I turned around a little bit, and saw Curt standing there. His eyes were unfocused, but he blinked a bit. He was trying to look at Sarah. I let go of her and helped her up. Her eyes were strangely bright and there was a fierce sort of energy radiating from her. “Farah? What ‘re eou boing with…” He looked at me strangely, “Bason?” He noticed our hands still joined together. His eyes snapped onto mine with surprising agility for being drunk. “Shey! Get eour naws off of my kirl!” I was about to angrily retort when Sarah extracted her hand from mine and brought it up angrily. She slapped him. I looked at her with awe. “Your girl?! Your girl! I don’t ever remember being some sort of possession, cause I am definitely not just yours!” He looked at her, confused. “I bidn’t vean it that way...” He gingerly touched a hand to his face. “Eou slapped ne…” Sarah slapped him again. “And that’s for being a complete and total DOLT!” She whirled around and stalked off, her black curls angrily going back and forth… back and forth… back and forth. I glared at Curt one more time and followed Sarah. She was marching to the parking lot, where Curt’s black jeep was kept. I caught up with her, ignoring Greg who had followed us in his car. “Sarah! Sarah!! Let Greg and me take you home! Sarah! Just forget about Curt for one damn second okay? Greg and I are going home anyway, let us take you home!” Sarah whirled around to face me. “Why on Earth did we invent beer? Why? Because we wanted to get pissed off drunk every single fucking party we ever go to? Is that it? Or did we invent it to make ourselves feel better when everything in our life is going wrong?! In that case I better go drink some sacred beer, because MY LIFE SUCKS, right now! I’m TIRED of WATCHING Curt drink bucket loads of beer ever single party we ever go too! I’m TIRED of crying over him! Sometimes I swear he is the most stupid idiot I’ve ever met! And yet I still love him!!!!! That’s why I can’t forget about him for one god’s forsaken moment!” I blinked at her… and I blinked again. A car engine roared behind us, and I, glad for the interruption, peered behind me. Greg was there in his car. I smiled gratefully at him, and then turned around. Sarah was looking woozy and her eyes closed with exhaustion. In panic, I jumped to her aid and caught her right before she fell. I picked her up with a groan… it was surprising how heavy she felt. With a staggering process, I brought her to the car. Greg hurried out of the car and opened the door for me. I lowered her onto the seat, my arms protesting wildly. Greg and I stared down at her, his hand laid gently on my lower back. I turned to look at him. He gave a small smile and looked me in the eyes. “She’s going to be okay.”
