Our main girl loves talking about drugs. It's like drugs tenfold, galore. But she doesn't actually do them. So then Jacqueline came in," he swallows, "and she came up to me and you know how she is. She's all flirty and stuff and so she was flirting. Well, I wasn't having it and she...she grabbed onto me." That'd be the worst way to die. To choke on an Oreo chunk in front of the most attractive man I've ever seen. I try not to nervously fidget as his eyes run up and down my body as he now realizes I'm the odd girl who asked a stranger to get milkshakes.

The day I woke up and finally remembered what happened, it was the worst day of my life and it always will be.I let a sad smile reach my lips as I think over my friend group. The pillows on my bed, my feather-filled comforter, my bookcase filled with books I've read over and over, and lastly, Mr. Terrip from my one and only favorite bookstore. I wasn't expecting you to be gone that long, Azalea," Mr. Terrip raises his eyebrow at me as I walk in the front door of the store. Abby is already crying when I pass her and I give her a soft smile. The waves crash gently behind the altar and I feel like I'm in heaven.

I remove the napkin from my face and look in the mirror, having to slightly stand on my tippy toes to see myself. Who even makes these tall mirrors?

Realizing I'm looking at this man a little too much, I look away. If he would've caught me, he would most likely think I'm an undercover spy. He only stays silent either ignoring me or...well, he's most likely ignoring me. I don't let that affect me anymore, I've gotten used to it by now. Now I'm ready, I'm in survival mode," I giggle but instead of laughing like he should, he frowns at my shirt. I will climb over this counter and get it myself if you don't give me it," I warn and the closest thing to a smirk takes over his face. I hear the sound of my father undoing his belt and I close my eyes tightly in an attempt to keep them from watering.

He doesn't say anything and I'm quite thankful for that. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself further. Fine, fine. I'll make sure to pay attention," he sits his chin on his hand, acting like he's paying attention but he's probably not. Don't answer that question," I decide to continue after a few more moments of silence, although I don't think he was going to in the first place.I sit down in one of the booths and reflect over my life choices. The horrible and unexplainable life choices that come to me in the blink of an eye. I walk along the street of town square quietly humming Malibu by Miley Cyrus to myself. I end up in the middle of Red Street. You have an ID?" a small smirk now rests on his face and I swear if it weren't for this tall counter, he'd wish he wasn't smirking. She's never met someone as ill-mannered and menacing as him and it's not just his tattoos that lead her creative mind into developing such a thought. I feel eyes on me and notice and guy staring directly at me. He's obviously drunk. He sits at the bar, a drink in his hand that is currently being poured out because he's too drunk to keep it up straight.

You are correct, Mr. Terrip," I nod, "but, this time, I don't know. He was just mysterious, y'know?""Not necessarily," he shakes his head and I giggle. What?" he questions and my mother pulls away from me, turning to him. His eyes focus in on me, I can feel his gaze on me but I keep my eyes on the floor. My ID is in my wig that I left a home," I blurt out and internally remind myself to punch myself in the face later. I put one earbud in my ear and my thoughts drift away as I listen to music and read words simultaneously.

Surprisingly enough, they haven't lost their jobs. I know they have to be hungover but I guess all the bottles of medicine in the cabinets downstairs helps them with that. Tonight, I chatted off a poor man's ears. A poor, seemingly attractive, tall man who was probably thinking I was a psycho person.