Short story of teenage life.

”Hey, Bartender! Another round … now! “I waved before the eyes of a guy who could be about the same as me. He continued pouring vodka into a shot glass, not even bother to lift his head. 

”Hear that?“ Raised a voice in the belief that I heard. Music played too loud, all around was a lot of people who are great fun, good mood and had no sleep. And it makes me angry the most about it. Their ubiquitous carefree expressions. The fact that he enjoyed there, mostly in the company of their loved ones, and I sat there with his two longtime friends and trying to drink enough alcohol to forget … 

”Shit, do not do that, hear me! I said I want more booze! “I immediately dismounted from a bar stool with a plan to catch the bartender’s shirt and stalked him to explain. But instead, I stopped listening to his feet and I would not Anthony ushered to the ground. 

”Luke, sit down, I’ll tell,“ he patted me on the back Glen and within seconds stood before us next twelve good whiskey, my deliverance. Or at least I thought so. 

Empty glasses, I stopped counting when I reached the number four. Gradually they increased, but I did not feel that anything has improved. On the contrary. It’s getting worse. And the two who sat next to me on either side, it absolutely did not help. 

”You know, you look so much better than how you looked when you were with her?“ He said just the language of Anthony, who I first met in their first year in college. Since then it has passed over ten years. 

I swallowed what I originally wanted to retort, and instead spilled into himself another drink. 

When the two went outside to smoke before the bar, dropped her head on my desk from precious wood, and while I tried not to think about it. But it was much harder than it might seem. Ideas that I pursued the head, do not always move in her direction. Ginger is a minor, whose blue eyes were, despite the three years since I was next to her almost every morning waking up, full-length special that I could never completely remove part of her funny-shaped upper lip, to her occasional moods, when I odklízel prefer to test that neither of us said something we later regret, or how I sometimes pulled out of the closet shirt and wore it every time I thought she was not looking at it, you smell it and so stupidly smiled. 

I loved her. Even so, it was. Or maybe more for it, as it was. I never say it but failed, and perhaps because one day we packed up all belongings and left without saying a word. Left after only a ring of white gold, which I gave her for her birthday. I tried to call her, found her walking up the famous, but nobody knew anything about it. And so one day I gave up. I only memories remained. 

My two best friends have welcomed the change. But no idea how to really feel. They had no idea … 

 I’m Dying smiling but I’m not trying to drag my feet …  

”Luke?“ 

”Hey, Luke! Come, go home, “came up behind me and I looked up. Greg. He helped me get up from his chair and threw my arm to keep me safe, but most of all quickly brought the company close to the door of my apartment. 

I started to go a good mood and I laughed as to when a man walked past me in a plain black coat and said something in Russian to the phone quickly. My companions laughed at me at first. As we walked around the club, from which rang loud hip-hop music, and even began to dance. But once we reached the edge of the park, where I first saw it, began to be sick … 

 ’Cause I’m shouting your name all over town …  

”Audrey! AUDREY !!!!!“ 

”Luke, calm down, please. There are four in the morning, you can not scream like that here! “ 

”AUDREYYY!“ 

”Greg, do something with it,“ let me, Anthony and eagerly began to gesticulate. I took advantage of the situation and ran blindly into the dark alley weeping willows, where no street lights on the light. I slapped him under the biggest tree and felt I was in a black leather jacket latest iPhone. 

Unlock. The list of dialed numbers … the list is empty. Damn, where is it? … The list of contacts. Adam, Alaric, Arleen …. Audrey! Here it is! ” 

Ohlídnul I, if I was all alone. Yes. The two were running around the park looking for me. I laughed triumphantly, and it dialed the number. I behaved like a child. Completely …

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