Some friend held their birthday celebration down in some no-name-no-postcode-envy-these-days-maybe-once-in-roman-time seaside town.
y/n was invited and alex was always up for any mention of possible fun time.
The night went by as birthday crowd stalked beaches and bars on promenade, birthday girl kept pushing her hair out of her face as it got tangled in plastic tiara on top of her head, jolly company of barefoot glitter on pavement skipping traffic lights, alex and y/n directors of high spirit always couple of steps behind but main stars no matter where they fall. they did not ask for attention. they liked being cool. but they liked being together the most for nothing compared to ease they felt when around each other. they missed a bit marco for fun to be complete but they promised to send pics. and if we are being honest, it was alex and y/n who hit it off. marco was bitter sometimes thinking someone else will steal his best friend, but he couldn't feel resentment once it became obvious there was entire secret garden taking root between those two.
In booth they all settled. and liquor started to pour. there were water bottles on tables on seats these youngsters knew how to take it and have fun without passing out.
glasses clinking
laughter roaring
clocks quiet for the night
piano broken someone on the other side of club climbed and fell with chandelier down
they brushed themselves picked another glass and cheered to everyone tipping piano man who took it smugly with only a nod of undercover pro
world slipping into golden sheen
alex's arm around y/n
laughing till tears smeared mascara down the face
someone calling out "play us a melody piano man"
tiara discarded everybody was birthday queen as it made rounds around table
shots were called piano playing in remains of its glory still shining like fancy disco ball with grand chandelier in place of vase or candle no notes are needed on nights like this
Their affection however didn't go unnoticed despite everyone being charmed and drunk on stardust falling in seats beside theirs.
It confused for it had glimmers of starlight in a way he kept his arm around her even drunk making sure she knows he is here to protect from anyone getting silly ideas
and birthday girl, y/n's long time friend, later didn't remember much from her birthday night, but she could recall through haze to have had crystal clear thought she thought about writing down to tell y/n later, how she has never seen her friend so relaxed and at ease, face so young no worries showing in those brilliant eyes otherwise always in battle with storms that haven't even showed yet on horizon.
She never saw her drunk before.
It didn't make her silly.
It made her look rich and traumatized as she said from across the table perfectly poised in booth seat "don't worry. its all on me. happy birthday queen!" adding sly smirk of someone her friend hasn't met yet. why only characters should have their character development?
but alex and y/n knew the price that comes with being lives of every party. trick was not to care. hearts break under strain of pretense that something that means the world means nothing at all, but when the lights went down, they found a way to find escape and comfort in their bank accounts. work hard to buy things we don't need but also to see those that once didn't need you how they come crawling back asking to join your party vip.
they kept their secrets in glances they shared when no one was looking too busy wiping happy tears. in between shots as hands wandered under table and his fingers pulling on hem of her shirt.
not that it was anyone's business. their jokes were flowing, hard to catch harder to understand, but it didn't bother them for they were too caught up with each other to notice how they were being looked at. nothing mattered because they could buy any drink at that table that someone wished for and it would still not be with purpose of impressing someone.
times were golden, his hair was long, wrapped loosely in a bun, stardom on its peak, they were young royals of every town every party.
some say partying is boring. but that's only because they don't know how to fake being comfortable until you are popular enough not to care anymore how lie looks on your face. afraid of their shadow, they hide in their bedrooms, feeding on non existent order of nature. clever and bright don't rule the world. you can read all the books and adopt nerd shy misunderstood outcast persona but it will only get you so far in life when big kids come to town. it's not they didn't feel fear. they were afraid in their bones, hearts knew that story on replay. what made them so radiant and different was that they didn't bother with petty things that didn't reach their young hearts. you don't like me? cool. i don't care. you are nothing to me, i am so far away from you, i cant even see your smirk nor your side eye you gave to wind that came to my heights to laugh with me at your petty pride rolling in mud of average life.
On the way back, party crown dispersed, alex and y/n lost them somewhere along the way. they strolled the streets, sea air fresh but not quite like one at home. they kept close, leaning on old walls, alex had a smoke on steps outside cathedral, keeping the other hand on y/n tight as midnight turned into new day.
they caught the cab. laughed manically throughout the ride, everything was funny, singing along to the radio.
"you are my best friend" y/n whispered sliding down her seat.
"i love you too best friend" alex pouted through the dark.
Y/n came closer, leaving paper-thin kiss on his lashes. 'You are my dearest friend'
They made out in the backseat of the cab to heartline by craig david playing on the radio. Taxi driver laughed in review mirror and took the long way to destination.
Outside rented place, alex had y/n pinned to the inner wall of courtyard, while their bodies pressed for more.
alex had another smoke. stole kisses on stairs before going in.
stumbling to bedroom giggling. Y/n shushed him in hallway, pulling him in.
murmuring lyrics, smiling like idiots, making out hands under shirt inside pants his breath trembles as fingers trace her nipples and cup her breasts. she signs through haze gathered in the front of her mind.
but they didn't go all the way, not because others were around in next bedrooms sleeping already, but because conscious prevailed.
had enough conscious left it was never that they needed to see what's underneath bc they already fell in love with each other's hearts.
fell asleep admiring each other, warm and comfortable from drinks
alex cherished his love for y/n like a sacred church no one knows how to be pious in, but y/n never loved him that way maybe little but never enough for him to be her ruination in passion. love was strange concept to y/n. uncomfortable in definition media has been serving. it was something bones craved yet never feel for skin needs to shed first. but humans can't take it off without bleeding to death.
so she let him keep his hand on her chest. his touch is warmth sipping into heart underneath.
there is no comfort in being human. morning will come and they will continue their dance around feelings if acknowledged another shit to deal with. perilous ignorance.
so the next morning they laugh and smirk during breakfast because others think they know all about them when in fact they couldn't know less and it entertains the duo who shares secrets bigger than their small minded world.
they will never carry out relationship. but sure as hell will they have fun for the sake of everybody who ever told them to settle down. rather dead than tied for life. our parents will never know they passed on most important lesson without giving special lecture.
