• I sat down on the cold, hard pavement in front of my parents' house. I leaned my back against the garage door and crossed my legs pretzel-style, waiting for Zoe. I was dressed in my normal attire; acid-washed extremely short Levi jean cut-offs, Nike slip-on sandals, and an Aeropostale coral lace cami. Zoe pulled up in her gray Jeep in front of my Leopard skin pattern convertible. Zoe got out and flounced towards me in her normal attire: Levi boot-cut denim jeans, black Croc Mary-Janes, and a plain gray T-Shirt. She had flattened her hair, so it hung just above her shoulders. She was brunette-blonde, while I was strictly brunette. My hair was about five inches below the top of my shoulders because I didn't want my hair Zoe-style.

    "Hey, Maddie," she said as she bent down to meet my sitting height. I stood up and looked down at her. She stood back up as well. I was about an inch taller than her, with me being five foot six inches and her being five foot five inches. "Oh, hey Zoe," I replied, smiling tightly. She smiled back and pulled me to her Jeep. "We're going to Angie's party, remember?" She reminded me, sliding into the passenger side of her Jeep. I sat in the driver side and grabbed her keys, shoving them into the ignition and shutting the door. I pulled my seatbelt on and pressed my foot to the gas pedal, backing out of the driveway and driving smoothly down the dirty road.

    Zoe elbowed me after five minutes to let me know we were at Angela's house. I parked the Jeep in Angela's slanted driveway and got out. Zoe got out too and followed me inside Angela's house. She had already locked the car doors, obviously. A couple of Angela's other friends had arrived, like Erin and Terri. Angela greeted us near the basement and dragged us down, where about five more people were playing darts. "Well, hello to you too, Angela," Zoe muttered sarcastically, rolling her eyes as Angela ignored us. "Oh, hi Zoe! And hi Ma... Maddie!" She said slowly, like her voice had been played in slo-mo. I wondered why she stumbled across my name?

    "Eh, heya Angela," I said over the music and whooping. Angela looked ditzily at my ear and said, "Hel-looo Madigan," like a spce cadet. Why was she acting so weird? I elbowed Zoe and pointed at Angela. "She's loopy," I muttered to Zoe. She nodded. "Or maybe she's just happy to see us," she pondered. I shook my head and replied, "No. This is the five year old version of Angela. She never calls me Madigan unless she's infuriated at me." My eyes teared up, like I missed the "old" Angela. Maybe she was drunk...? No. We're only 17. We're not 21.

    "So, Zoe and Madigan, in my basement. Let's play darts," Angela announced. We shrugged and picked up a dart. I threw mine towards the middle and got a bulls-eye. Zoe tossed it towards the middle and ended up getting it stuck on the wall. "Zoeee... misssssed... go take a stiiiicker, Zoeee..." Angela sputtered, her eyes glazed with endearment. Zoe looked around the large basement. "What stickers is she talking about, Maddie...?" Zoe asked, stumbling around and looking for stickers. I shrugged and grabbed Angela's hand and turned her to face me. I glared into her tireless eyes and growled, "Angela, wake up," and shook her. She pointed at a very cute boy, then threw up on the floor. I grabbed Zoe and ran to the cute boy Angela pointed at as a crowd of people formed around her and her puke. I grabbed his attention by whistling.

    He looked at me like he knew me, and grinned, "Maddie," he said softly, taking my hand and kissing me on the cheek. I blushed and blew Zoe away. "Is Angela alright?" I asked him, feeling as ditzy as Angela looked. He looked solemnly in my eyes and said, "Barely. She... she got drunk, Maddie." I then wanted to throw up, myself. I stepped closer to him and uttered, "That's not good. What's your name, anyway?" He chuckled and replied, "Zack. And, she got... drunk... because somebody spiked the punch bowl and she had five glasses." I nearly did throw up. I swallowed it down and looked solemnly at him. He looked solemnly back at me, then slowly kissed my lips. It was soft at first, but his lips pressed harder and harder against mine.

    He wrapped his arms around my waist, deepening the kiss slightly. I was caught off-guard at first, but then I just threw myself into the kiss. My arms were draped around his neck, and we were pressed up against each other so tight you couldn't fit a sheet of paper through us. We let go to breathe, then kissed again. At one point I "lost balance", so I tripped and fell on top of him. I rolled off towards the side, right next to him, and faced him. We both laughed, then kissed again. I wrapped my leg around his waist and called out for some fruit punch. Somebody brought me a glass of fruit punch and I downed it quickly. Then I realized Zack said it was spiked with alchohol. He called for a glass of it too, and somebody appeared with a glass of it and gave it to him. He gulped it down and I managed to steal some. He pecked my lips again, chuckling.

    I kissed him deeply, pressing my tongue to his top lip. He and I laughed while kissing, then broke up for air. We dove into another kiss, with him rolling on top of me. Zoe gaped at me like, "OMG! What are you DOING?!?!" I giggled and pryed his mouth open with my tongue, clicking my tongue on the ack of his top teeth. We broke up for air again and breathed heavily, laughing crazily. Zoe looked at me with pleading eyes, begging me to stop. I started kissing Zack again, and that's when I started REALLY feeling crazy.