“I’m gonna fuck him in my conniez.” Words I never thought would come into my mind. But there are some nights where you’ve had a few rum and cokes to drink and you’re kissing a boy at a park who you met 6 months ago and never thought you’d see again, and it makes you think of some quality one-liners. I guess there’s a reason I call that bar we met at, “Lucky Joe’s,” because it was lucky to find him sitting at the booth Lien and I mentally claimed as OUR booth, and well, in the past it’s been lucky in other ways too.
I don’t think I could have predicted that “something-out-of-a-film” night. But I always seem to get myself into interesting situations on a night out. And what a night this one turned out to be . . .
“Do you want to go on an adventure?” he asked.
He grabbed my hand and I followed him out of a black door I never knew existed, which lead us into the city streets. Hand in hand, we went exploring around town. The thing about adventures is, you never really know what’s going to happen. Like, I didn’t know I was going to lose my phone and then eventually find it again underneath a tree I had climbed at the start of our adventure. I didn’t know I was going to kiss this boy at the top of a staircase that lead to nowhere. I didn’t know I was going to kiss him at a park either. But that’s the beauty of spontaneity when you mix alcohol, coincidences and youth.
I know there won’t be a “to be continued” for a while, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop telling you stories. I’ll still be living life, getting up to mischief, keeping things from my Mum. But I’ll never keep anything from you guys. No, I’m all about over-sharing on the Internet and ruining my chances of ever getting a real job. But fuck having a job where I can’t tell my friends (that’s you) my drunken mistakes.
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