Monday night antics

Well, as always I've had a crazy past few days. Yesterday it was my leavers' 'ball' and I'm still waiting for the photos to be put up, so I can show you all a picture of my dress!! I got a ton of compliments and spoke to some girls that I always thought really hated me - this one girl who was in my English class, Lea we'll call her, who is in 'that' group at school, the group who are notorious for being slutty, giving dirty looks and just generally making other peoples' lives miserable, actually came up to me and told me how worried she was after they found out I was in hospital, and 'massive kudos' to me for taking my exams... needless to say I was blown away, but we ended up having a really good chat and a smoke outside the venue, and it turns out she is actually a decent person. I kind of feel bad for having made assumptions, but she was always one of those people I thought had it in for me - guess that was just my high school paranoia.

Some of my teachers were there which was hilarious because most of them were more drunk than us and a few of them were sitting outside the venue having smokes with us... gotta love post-A level teacher-and-student bonding.  

And ohhh my could you feel the tension between Charlie and Alfie. This was the first time they'd seen each other in months, and it was exactly as everyone had cracked it up to be. Alfie, having just finished exams, pretty much wanted to be a free bird and have fun but Charlie had him on a very short leash all night. Hugging him, kissing him every second he turned away from her, hounding him all night long, it was quite embarrassing to watch. And every time we (me and Alfie) got a moment to talk or laugh about something, I could feel Charlie's paranoid eyes boring in the back of my skull, so that wasn't great. At around 1am we cleared off to someone's house, about 9 of us, and I think Alfie was planning on shaking Charlie off but she kept questioning me as to where we were going, and because she is, at the end of the day, my best friend, I couldn't just ditch her, so I told her she could come along. 

One of Alfie's main criticisms of Charlie is, indubitably, how neurotic she is. How she can never just chill the fuck out. Now I love this chick to pieces but she can NOT chill the FUCK OUT. Ever. We walk all the way from the venue to this guy's house, right, at around 2 in the morning. Like a group of us, me, Alfie, Zara, Charlie, Bash, another guy and another girl, so it's not like we're an easy target for any creepy night-time molesters. The whole walk, she's pacing way ahead of us, practically hyperventilating, and Alfie's just rolling his eyes, muttering that she needs to cool down before she gives herself an aneurism.

When we actually get there, and everyone starts rolling and smoking pot, she just gets completely tense and sits away from everyone else, looking absolutely miserable. Literally, I tried talking to her about ten times and she just went 'I'm fine' in this really false breezy voice. There was nothing I could do. Then at about 4am she stormed out of the house and Alfie had to run after her, it was so uncool, and then Zara followed because she's friends with Alfie, and everyone else, despite wanting to join in with the couple's dramarama, was ushered back inside. About half an hour later Charlie came back with Alfie looking slightly happier, and according to Zara, she had to be reassured about ten times over that Alfie didn't 'hate her' before she decided not to go off on her own and find a night bus.

Eventually we put her on a bus home, when we all left around 5am. She clung to Alfie all the way to the bus stop like I used to cling to my dad in a foreign country... it was ridiculous. Then me and Zara and Alfie all washed up in Central for 6am greasy hangover breakfast (ughhh) and were back at mine about half an hour before my mum had to wake up for work. Me and Alfie definitely had a 'moment', kind of when I was putting out duvets for him to sleep on in my attic, and he was like 'come sleep here' and I almost did, but they had to wake up shit early for Zara to go to the airport, and I kind of wanted to sleep until 2pm (which indeed I did!). When I woke up the house was empty and I felt vaguely happy yet sad at the same time and sort of fragmented. Like nothing from the night before had actually happened, and I had this weird conception that Alfie and Charlie were still really happy together, or something. Then 10 minutes after I woke up and came out of this strange half-sleep-paranoia-limbo, I got a text from Alfie being like 'Thank you so much for letting us crash at yours, I wanted to say hi in the morning but you were asleep and I didn't want to disturb you, but I really enjoyed seeing you last night and we have to hang out again soon when I'm not so sleep deprived and tied up in... well, you know, stuff'.