The night of regrets
The world was dizzy, that's the only way Thomas could describe it. Was it because he was spinning? Maybe. But it could have been the stars that flickered in his eyes and the loud music that could be heard in every direction. Either way Thomas felt amazing. He stopped spinning to regain composure and look at his surroundings.
Gally had taken his shirt off and was standing on a tree stump. He seemed to be saying some sort of speech about America. Wait was that the independence day speech? It most certainly was and Gally was very into it. Even when he lost balance and landed on the ground he kept on going. "THIS IS OUR INDEPENDENCE DAY"
Teresa was watching him in a fit of giggles, and clutching on to Brenda. Who was stumbling around like she was under the jelly legs jinx. This of course was actually dancing. Newt and Frypan where apparently playing "strip beer pong." Minho had said he was pretty sure that's not a thing when they had started. That defiantly didn't stop them. Frypan was wearing a shirt, boxers, and one sock, while watching Newt intently, shaking his head now and then to regain his focus. Newt was wearing jeans that rode low on his hips, exposing the Calvin Klein signature band. And nothing else. He had his lip in his teeth and concentration on his face as he tossed the ping pong ball. It landed not even close to the hood of the van they were playing on, instead hit Fryapn in the forehead.
Alby was currently dropping rocks into the water and laughing hysterically at the "plopping" noise. Or was he crying? Thomas wasn't so sure.
Then he heard a raspy and slightly slurred voice behind him.
"Looking for someone?"
Thomas quickly spun around a squealed "Minnyy" and put his arms around Minhos neck, with the help of his tippy toes. Minho flashed a smile at him, but it was a smile that Thomas wasn't used to. It showed his top teeth, and small indents formed on his cheeks.
"No way" Thomas thought "Minho has dimples." He looked at Minho witha such awe, that Minho had to look away, his face flushed and hot. He had to quickly do something because this was outrageous. Minho did not blush. Especially not at boys like Thomas, so obviously sub with his adorable eyes, and messy hair, and his fumbling of words when he was nervous - which was all the time. Yeah boys like that did not make Minho blush.
"Dance with me Thomas" said Minho quickly taking back his cool exterior. Thomas nodded and his face grew red. Making Minho smirk. Minho nearly fell twice but whenever he caught himself, he looked at Thomas with a big grin and said "Im not as think as you drunk I am."
Then the music from Brendas phone seemed to grow louder. And the world got dizzer. Minhos hands were everywhere. And Thomas found himself closing his eyes and sinking to a place where it was just Minho and him alone. At one point Thomas needed more so he closed all space between them and woahh. He was now what the kids called "grinding" with fricken Minho.
The world was defiantly at its dizziest. Albys laughter was now shrieks of joy as him and frypan were tackiling each other to the ground. Gally was closer to Brenda and Teresa as the three talked in hushed giggles and whispers. Occasionally bumping heads from how close they were all sitting. The empty shot glasses lay strewn across the floor, making company with the vodka, gin, and whiskey bottles.
Then blond hair and thick accent came to the scene. "You guys are having a bloody dance party, and didn't invit me?" Before Thomas had the time to say anything, Newts body was close, he had made his way inbetween Thomas and Minho. He know was facing Thomas with his back pressed hard against Minho. Thomas took a small step back and hia eyes widened with what he was witnessing. Minhos hands were running along Newts abdomen and thighs, with his mouth biting down on the space where his neck meets his shoulders. Newt had his head titled back and one hand on the back of Minhos head, the other on top of Minhos hand. Thomas watched, he wasn't even upset cause dang this is fricken hot. He felt his pants get tighter, something he would have been ashamed of if he was sober. But those drinks must have done something to his head cause his feet stayed in place, and his eyes just grew wider.
"Minho, we.forgot about Tommyboy" said Newt eventually and smirked. When Minho didn't stop sucking on his neck, Newt hit him in the chest with the back of his hand. Minho looked up in a state of "where am I and what dimension is this?" but quickly regained his composure and found Thomas's eyes.
Before he knew it Thomas was being pulled closer and became part of the touching body's and neck kisses. Unknowing that certain time frames and feelings would be forgotten in a couple of hours. Thomas danced if you can even call what they were doing dancing, and not shucking standing up with clothes on. Whichever ever one it was he kept up even after his legs told his brain "you better chill out or were gonna fricken collapse mate."
Then when his view was interrupted by random black patches even though he couldn't remember closing his eyes, he stopped. He heard Minhos voice in his ear say "lets take this to the van." And before he was walking, Newt was dragging him along.
He looked at everyone else as he stumbled by them. Frypan and Alby were hugging and crying on the ground, they're shirts had been sacrificed for the cause of laying in the dirt, buried in their feelings. Thomas heard the sobbing words "I" and "never" and "hurt" and "again." probably refereeing to their previous activity of wrestling.
Thomas"s eyes scanned to the group of chairs and he almost lost his footing and fell. "Easy there Tommy."
Thomas saw Brenda and Gally making out which was all fine and dandy, but then they stopped and Brenda turned to make out with Teresa, who was sitting on Gally. And holy shuck they were gonna regret that later. Thomas couldn't find the words for "Teresa what the Fuck" so instead whispered fuck in her direction in which Newt replied with "in a minute."
Thomas was pushed against something hard, probably the door to the van. And had his shirt magically removed. Newt who already didn't have a shirt wasted no time in getting rid of his pants and was left in underwear that really wasn't hiding anything. Minho was still fully clothed, making Thomas upset. "Take this..... Just off" he said as he struggled with Minhos shirt and ended up riping it. Horrified Thomas hid his face, as Minho chuckled and Newt laughed out "he ripped your..bloody shirt."
"Don't worry it wouldn't be the first time its happened" said Minho and held Thomas's chin. He moved it so Thomas was staring at him, then his face was getting closer and Thomas came to the realization that he's never actually kissed Minho before. It seemed like he has, and was trying to remember through the thick cloud of fog that was his brain right now.
Their lips were almost touching when a blazing light appeared and Thomas heard "Allienns!" being screamed by Brenda. Everything moved all at once, Thomas heard splashes as he guessed was from people who seeked refuge in the water. He heard crashing of glass and the thumps of people falling over. Minho was gone so quick, Thomas was sure his sonic boom was the reason he was now knocked to the ground.
Newt was attempting to climb a tree, his pants unbuttoned and around his ankles. Thomas covered his eyes, shielding them ftom the bright light. He attempted to stand back up, which was not achieved on the first try.
Finally his eyes were adjusted and he was on his feet. He peered at the headlights giving off the white glow. He saw a Woman and a smaller shilloutte beside her.
She stared with her mouth hanging open and furrowed brows. Thomas who really didn't know what to do just stared back with a blank expression. Then decided to say the first thing that popped in his brain.
"This is private property."
"Uh no, it's not" she spoke with a confused but equally authoritative voice.
"Oh... Yeah... That's true" replied Thomas and peered closer at the smaller moving shilloutte.
"Thomas is Newt okay?" this was defiantly the voice of a fourteen year old boy he knew. Chuck was in view now and looking behind Thomas with a concerned face.
Thomas looked back to at Newt, who gave up trying to climb the tree but became upset that it didn't work and was kicking the tree and hitting with another tree.
"Bloody thing, you'll be sorry you didn't let me climb you.."
Thomas turned back around at Chuck and what he assumed was his mother. "Oh" was the only word Thomas was able to say as his brain was as jumbled as tangled headphones. Chucks Mom was not impressed, but Chuck quickly began speaking.
"Okay well, bye mom thanks for dropping me off see you tomorrow."
"Not so fast, you told me they wouldn't be drinking."
Thomas quickily stepped in "not to worry m'lady we haven't drinked a drop of the sin juice." the look Thomas received from Chucks mom made him feel like she was auditioning for the office. Thomas was confused by this, he had used fancy impressive words like "m'lady" and "sin."
"Yeah see mom, bye" Chuck said, whilst slowly pushing his mom towards the car.
"Then what's all these bottles on the ground?"
"It's the season" said Thomas who waa having trouble remembering what he was doing 5 seconds ago.
"The season for what?" said Chucks Mom looking bewildered.
"Uh, sin juice trees...the bottles fall off.. and just fall down like apples, it's nature really."
Chuck face Palmed and shook his head. Well his Mother stared at Thomas in silence.
"So, you guys are all drunk is what your telling me."
Thomas began to nod but quickly changed to shaking his head vigorously. Then heads started popping out of now where, 3 in the water, 2 huddled behind a tree, and Newt strolled up with his pants finally on properly.
"Chuckie!!, and the beautiful Linda, how are you dear." Thomas saw Linda's eyes soften when she saw Newt. "Oh hello Newt, Im fine, I just came to drop Chuck here off for the night but Im not so sure about this environment."
"Not to worry Linda, I can take care of Chuck here, you see I was meaning to care of Thomas who insisted on bringing all his parents alcohol." He let out a chicken and continued when Thomas looked at him quizzicaly, and wondered how he could forget that he brought and drank all that alcohol.
"I see" said Linda coldly and gave a stern look to Thomas, who smiled and waved stupidly. "Well I guess Chuck can stay then.."
She was handing a gleeful Chuck a bag when there we're splashes, and a body emerged from the lake.
"Aayyyyy lmao where the hottie alien chickas at? I think they're ready for captain gally."
Gally was stumbling towards them with open arms, Then abruptly stopped when he saw who the "aliens" were. "Linda..." he whispered.
Chucks mom's face was turning and became more horrified. "NO" she said "nonono you said he went home already chuck!" she was shouting and stared shoving a pleading Chuck back into the car. "No, no God no, get In tHE CAR!" Linda was frantic now and practically drove off with her door still open.
"Linda wait" Gally called out and started to run behind the car while water bottles and garbage were being thrown at him from the drivers seat.
"Well I do enjoy seeing Linda, a lovely lady that one."
Thomas was trying to comprehend what happened but felt as if it was a dream, his legs were too weak for him now.
"I think I'll have a little nap.." said Thomas as he sat on the ground and began to curl up in a ball.
"Tommy c'mon on the ground?"
He was about to reassure Newt it was only a nap but as his eyes closed his brain seemed to shut down at the same time, and he passed out, leaving Newt to Chase after Gally so he doesn't get himself killed in these bloody woods.