cath noooo! don't leave me !!!! I can't be left alone with some one so cute when we're both kinda drunk!!! i'll do something really embarrassing! or worse, it might get filmed !!!! aarrgg...she cant hear me shouting through the thick crowd. esmeree's house is gonna be such a dump tomorrow. from what I can see, cath is trying to haul pirate upstairs. that looks difficult, but at least it'll be quiet up there, away from this horrid beat that's reverberating throughout the house. I should probably do something with esmeree. she's currently chugging some apple juice/cider from a plastic cup and it's dripping down her shirt. damn, that shirt shows a lot of cleavage....don't look, don't look....I feel my cheeks glow. whilst i'm trying not to look flustered, guess who comes back from a game of spin the bottle? you guessed, it Brittany. WHY IS SHE EVEN HERE ? SHE PROBABLY WASN'T EVEN INVITED! SHE PROBABLY TURNED UP JUST TO PLAY SPIN THE BOTTLE BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY WAY BOYS WILL KISS HER ! (well, that's not true: the trail of hungry looking boys following her tells me otherwise...) she goes over to esmeree, my eyes also following her, but in shock ( and kinda staring at her cleavage too) she puts her hand against the wall, almost blocking esmeree in the corner. she looks up from her drink. I can already tell this won't end well, and I kinda feel like I should do something before it's too late. then again, leave it for a minute, then save esmeree, that will leave a good impression. I know I shouldn't think like that, but it's kinda hard not to...Brittany starts talking "esmeree… why ya hanging out with this bitch? why her, when you could have me...?" she starts fiddling with esmeree's hair and leaning closer to her. I am so jealous...wait, what? is...is Brittany flirting with a girl? no, can't be. I must just be drunk. she must just be drunk. we're all drunk. their boobs are almost touching now. "esmeree...there's something I need to tell you..." i'm pretty sure esmeree is asleep now, but Brittany persists. she leans in the esmeree's ear, and I swear to god she nearly bites it, and she mouths four words. I have no clue what they are, but esmeree jolts awake , a shocked expression written all over her. "whut..?" brittany is about to say something else, but this dude I recognise from their game of spin the bottle drunkenly wanders over, sees Brittany and tries to grab her boob.  it is at this moment I realize I am an angry drunk. shy by day, rage at parties. the events of this house-warming-turned-bar have bottled up inside me, and now I am so ready to attack something. I am totally not ok with this guy's behaviour, so I full out rugby tackle him to the ground. a crowd gathers, expecting a fight, and I can see a few taking bets, but it looks like the guy banged his head on a table and won't be waking up for a while. I get off him, because this is just weird, and people stared getting their phones out to take photos, and also I have a headache. I think I need to lie down. I shove Brittany away, and sling esmeree's arm around my shoulder. I look around as the clearly  disappointed crowd dissipates. I drag her upstairs, because I reckon that's where her bedroom will be, and also because I don't think it's safe downstairs. esmeree is still vaguely awake and vaguely guides me to what I assume is her room. ready for a lie down, but also wondering if sleeping next to esmeree is a good idea, I open the door and omfg I should have knocked. the first thing I see is the blindingly bright tv , but as it comes into focus, I look away pretty quick. let's just say it's past 9pm and things got adult . on the bed is a couple copying the couple on the tv. ewwwwww. straight people sex. the guy on the bed notices me. " heyyy, you look like that girl from before! she's in the attic room. that rooms taken too. you'll have to go do it somewhere else. " a horrid noise comes from beneath the sheets. I slam the door. girl who looks like me...Cath maybe? but..Cath...wouldn't do it , would she?I mean, we're underage. i'll just assume pirate and her are sharing a couch in an unusual position. blame the alcohol.just blame the alcohol. the next room along has two people In it, I can hear, but I take the chance and knock on. inside is a pillow den, which holds my brother jace and esmeree's little brother Harrison. "ellie!" jace calls, and runs out of the den to hug me. oh yeah. he's staying here for a sleepover, isn't he. 

"hi...guys....?" I say. jesus I sound drunk.jace doesn't seem to care, but Harrison gives me a glare."would it be ok if esmeree sleeps here? here bedroom is...taken." Harrison's glare intensifies. 

"sure!" jace says." me and harry are gonna kip in the pillow den." yes, jace is the kinda child that says 'kip'. 

"jolly good" I say, impersonating jace's accent. I haven't a clue where he got it. I lie esmeree down on the spare bed, and say bye to the boys, and just as jace snuggle sinto the blankets, I sneak a kiss on esmeree's forehead. when I turn around to leave, Harrison is grinning smugly. "smooth." he says. " realll smooottthhh."

I don't remember much after that, I basically just stumbled home past people smoking weed. yeah.