𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕝'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍

"Shot, shot, shot!" And another one went in my mouth, I felt the tequila burning in my trough. I honestly don't feel very good. "You look so hot happy babe" says Ali from my back. I look at her and kiss her again, who I don't really see is Ale. "What fucking time is it bitches?!" I yell to the people surrounding me, "Five am!" Someone else yells, "I have to go home before one! Have a nice fucking life!" Nothing really makes sense, Ali walks me to the door and I order an Uber. "See you tomorrow babe, at the casting!" The Uber arrives and I hop in it, thirty minutes later I get home.

"I've been waiting for four hours Marcel!" yells my mom, and since I honestly don't want to listen to her I juts go straight to the stairs and start going up to my room. "Marcel look at me!" Keep walking, I laugh so hard when I get to my room. But then, I see her in my bed with her pajamas. I lay besides her and she talks. "No, no. Sleep on the floor, I won the bed." She turns around facing me and opens her eyes so big, I laugh. "You are so drunk!" she yells but no one hears her, I laugh and close my eyes.

I feel a cold breeze in in my ear, "Mom I'm ready to go to the-" Something tells me this isn't my mom. And ten it hits me, last nights wasn't only a party. "You woke up," I feel the disappointment in her voice, "I did," she looks at me right in the eye. Normally I would love it but today is different. "You screw up real bad, you got here like at 4."

I close my eyes and remember, Ali, shots, kissed, music, people and Ale. "Well I bet you didn't miss me at all huh? You know because you where with you're little friend" that's all it takes for her to loose it and for me to feel sorry.  "You know I in fact have a date so if you could juts/" I don't think. I juts go straight to her and kiss her, like I always wanted to.

It's better than I ever thought, it's like when you do something you where expecting to do. And time passes so slow that when you do it it passes so fast.