The drinks had been flowing all night. Jason had taken part in many of the festivities to include the drinking of a copious amount of alcohol. He stood around and watched as other people hooked up with other people and made their way out to their cars. He wished that he had someone to go home with, but he had never had much luck with the opposite sex, that is until he met Margie.

“Hey there Jason...

The smell of vomit inches up my nose as the partygoers mill around in my house.

The party ended almost two hours ago, but nobody’s left.

Milly leaves the small utility room looking shaken, she glances in my direction and gives me a pained smile, just as a policeman gestures for me to follow him.

I trail after him, stepping over a puddle of sick, into the same room Milly just left.

I sit down on ...

The party is over. I look around at the empty room. It’s a mess. I did all of this. For what? So I could feel included? So I didn’t feel as alone?

So much for that. I spent the whole night in a corner, watching everyone else dance and laugh.

Why am I so alone?...

The music died down hours ago. Everyone had left, and she gave the command for guards to dissemble, too. It probably wasn't the smartest idea – telling the people whose job is to protect you to just go away _right after _the coronation ceremony.

But Glimmer doesn't care. She was tired, and way too overwhelmed to handle the rhythmic sound of heavy boots behind the door as armed servants walked acr...

We were Dunkin’

Our donuts

And the coffee shop music was funkin’

And groovin’

We were lookin’ left and right hitting those moves

Like we got nothing left to loose

But all good things must come to an end

It was closing time

But in no time we packed it up

And took it outside behind the Dunkin’ Donuts

Coffee runnin’ in our veins

Eyes a bit glossy and mouths a bit frothy

From the powdered sugar...

**_Oswald_**

The night in Smallerville is usually quiet at midnight. Of course, it isn’t now, and the civilians are probably pissed at the commotion going on outside of the local bar.

But I don’t know; maybe they’re all sleeping peacefully now? I sip at the water in my cup, and watch my chums make a fool of themselves to the ladies. Rayburn’s around the building pissing in a bush, so I don’t rea...

I’m the friend who doesn’t drink. I wear modest clothes and no one actually calls me by name.

They call me the Driver.

I here the awful truths that no one else remembers. I work out for the sole purpose of carrying my unconscious friends to the car.

And my friends are amazing. They give me gas money and thank me once they aren’t hung over.

But still being the driver isn’t the best job to have....

"C'mon, Jules! Just one more shot before

you leave?"

I cringe at his words. I hate nicknames.

"I'm good, Caelum. I have to get home." Heading towards the door, I feel an icy hand on my shoulder.

"You're gonna miss the after party. Why don't you stay a moment more?" There's a certain tone to Caelum's voice that's never been there before, and it sends shivers down my spine.

"I really have to-"

...

**(Written like a diary entry**)

I just got home from my massive school dance. I start thinking to myself how I regret it so much not because of the dance, but because I donnt make much friend or a boyfriend that year so I was all alone at the party! **I regret not putting myself out there more**, but then again putting myself out there more is risky. **It’s risky because what if I get used by ...

The sun fell down in slices through the blind shutters and pried open my eyelids like the two halves of a walnut.I wish I had closed that blind.I wish Marnie had closed that blind.I wish whoever built this apartment all of those years ago with its stocky uneven floors,spitting drywall and doors imprisoned in lichen had never installed that window.Pain rattles through my skull as I stretch a greedy...