I didn't know how to tell my parents that I was going out of the city with my friends - all boys - for a party. So I just didn't.

"I'm going to Carousel with my friends this friday again." That's what I said.

Actually, it wasn't even going to be a party exactly. They didn't invite anyone, there was going to be only me and the band. They do parties very often but as we agreed to go to London, they wouldn't invite people to a party at a club in another city.

The doorbell rang and my father opened the door. He saw Keith standing there and Michael in the car, just like the last time.

-Jane, your friends arrived.

He clearly hated the fact that I started to hang out with them.

I was wearing a knee-high black and white skirt and a mustard yellow top. I was also wearing a black coat, as it was cold outside.

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-So... What are we going to do tonight? - I asked in the car as I took my coat off, it wasn't cold inside there.

-I'm not sure - Michael said without taking his eyes off the road - we can go to some good music club, or to a pub and drink and talk.

-Drink? - I didn't know we were going to drink.

I just turned 18, you know. Of course I already drank some champagne in the holidays or wine a couple of times. But I don't go to parties or pubs, I never got drunk or something.

-Yeah - Michael answered - the problem is who is driving back.

-I can drive back. - I said - I didn't really want to drink today.

-But and my car? Are you saying you want to sleep at my house tonight? - he joked.

-Ha ha, no.  Maybe you could leave your car at my garage for the night and I can take it to your house tomorrow?

-Perfect.

London was very close to Dartford. Bob, Allen, Dick and Keith were already in the car. We left my house at 5:45 PM so we arrived in London not later than 6:30.

We looked for a good place - and there were so many. We ended going to a music club. It was so much bigger than Carousel - and much more crowded too. So crowded that we almost got out of there. But we decided to stay and enjoy the music.

It was full of people dancing as the band played. Most of them in couple, some in a group of friends.

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I saw Keith alone, sitting on a chair ordering something to the barkeeper.

-Hey, Keith!

-Oh, hi. - he said and turned his face.

-Won't you dance?

-I don't dance. Forgot?

-I also don't. But if you do it, I'll do it.

-Why don't you dance with Mick? Wasn't it what you were doing that day?

-What? - I put my hand on his shoulder  - Are you mad at me?

The barkeeper put the glass on the counter, interrupting us. He took a sip of it.

-Keith. Look at me.

-No, it's just that... you didn't have to hide it from me. You know, you told me I could trust you. I thought you trusted me too.

-I do! I would tell you if there was something - he took another sip - I don't understand why you care so much about it.

-I don't know - he shrugged- I guess I just felt bad for interrupting you two again.

-Ok. Now, get up. Let's dance.

-Are you inviting me?

-Yes.

He raised his eyebrows. I guess it wasn't that common that the girl made the invitation. But it was just a dance, not a marriage proposal.

-Ok - he downed the rest of the drink - let's dance.

He got up and we walked to where people were dancing. Keith still looked shy, even after the drink - of course, it was just one glass.

-I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do.

-Me neither. Just do what everybody is doing.

We started to dance like the rest and it was so funny. We were laughing and trying to repeat their dance steps. I saw that Michael stared at us during the whole song as he drinked.

-Hey - Michael came our way when the song ended - you two are dancing alone there, come dance with us.

We went there and we all danced together. The boys were going to the bar and coming back over and over again.

-A toast - Michael said holding up a budweiser bottle - to Keith, our new guitarist!

And they all clinked. It may sounds silly but they were probably starting to get drunk.

Michael surely was.

One more hour passed and he didn't stop drinking, he was stumbling as he walked and I started to get a little worried.

-Michael, are you okay?

-I'm great! - he said looking somewhere else but not my face.

-Leave this bottle there. Don't you want to dance? - I asked close to him, looking at his eyes, with the intention that he looked at mine.

And he did.

Without moving, he put his bottle on a table close to us - yes, there were people sitting there - and, suddenly, he started to kiss me. He pushed me against the wall, not interrupting the kiss.

-Michael, what are you doing? - I asked when I stopped to catch my breath.

-Don't stop.

He returned to kiss me, in a more intense way. His tongue tasted like beer and his lips were as soft as I thought by looking at them.

I did't want to stop. I couldn't think about anything else to happen after this. I wasn't good at it though, I don't have much experience with this. But it didn't matter because he was pretty good.

When it ended it took me a little to wake up to reality. Then I realized that they were all staring at us. Bob, Allen, Dick and... Keith.

I woke up. Keith would never trust me again.

He got closer to Michael and told him we should go. It was getting late and there were still 45 minutes to Dartford.

Keith looked sober. Actually he was the one who drank less. Maybe he is the only one of them who can't spend much money in drinks, it makes sense.

Michael got his bottle back but then saw that it was empty so he put it back on the table.

-I'm sorry for him - I told the couple in the table as I got the bottle - He drank too much.

We got in the car and I started to drive. 35 minutes passed and I was feeling hungry. We didn't eat anything there.

-Stop here - Michael suddenly said - I will buy a sandwich. Do any of you want something?

-You're drunk, I'll go there.

-I'm fine Ok? I can do it by myself.

I parked and he walked out of the car, still stumbling. In not too long, he got back with a bag.

-I brought sandwiches and cigarettes for everyone - he said.

Even though he counted it wrong and brought eight sandwiches instead of six, he did it well considering that he was so drunk he could barely walk.

We got out of the car to eat. I sat on the hood, Bob and Allen were leaning on the car, Keith and Dick sitting in the ground and Michael was doing some of his moves, with no music. I told him to stop and eat and he did it with a mad face.

When we all finished eating Michael got the Lucky Strike cigarette pack he bought and gave one for each of us.

-No, thank you. I don't smoke.

-Are you serious? Everyone smokes.

-Yes. I mean I already smoked a couple of times but once I read it's bad for your health. Did you know that?

-Yeah - he said lighting his cigarette - Everyone is saying that now. Such a useless information.

-If you stop doing everything that is bad for you, you won't do anything - Keith said.

-Yeah, and look! - Michael said pointing to the pack's label - it's LUCKY STRIKE. It's TOASTED! I heard it protects your throat.

What? This is so stupid, how the hell would a cigarette protect my throat? Anyway, Michael's drunk way to speak made me laugh.

-Ok, you convinced me. Give me the toasted cigarette - I chuckled.

He smiled and put it in my mouth and lit it himself.

I took a drag. Wow. It's been a long time. I didn't remember how good it was.

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It was late already. We walked to the car as I took my coat off again and Michael opened the bag and got a bottle of budweiser.

-One more? - Keith asked - Don't you think you drank too much?

-Not really.

He started to drink it in the car. He was sitting on the driver side's seat and Dick was sitting between us. Keith, Bob and Allen were sitting in the back.

I took Bob, Allen and Dick first and parked in front of Keith's house.

-So... Are you going to take Mick home and stay with his car?

-Yeah. I'll take it back to him tomorrow.

-Hm. So, bye.

He walked out of the car. What was he thinking about?

Michael and I didn't talk until I park in front of his house.

-Tonight was very... fun. - I said shyly.

-Yeah - he said and took a swig of the bottle.

-Ok, Mike, it's enough, you drank too much.

-Mike... My mom calls me Mike.

God, he was so drunk.

-Ok, Michael, give me the bottle.

-It's MICK! - he cleans his lips with his tongue -You... can't tell me - he said pointing to me and then himself - what to do.

His eyes were almost closed and he was speaking slowly. I gave my hand and he put the bottle on it rolling his eyes. It was almost empty.

-So... I think that's it.

Not saying a word, he kissed me again. Very softly in the beginning. He started to move his hands on my body and jumped from his seat to mine, practically sitting on me. The kiss had the same taste of beer but now I could feel the taste of the cigarette from his breath.

I think we stayed snogging for about one full minute. When he started to pull my mustard yellow top down, I pushed him.

What am I doing? He is WELLIED. Of course that's what he wanted.

-Ok. Get off the car and get in your house.

-Maybe you want to get in with me.

-What?? Michael, go.

He gave me a peck and said "good night" and walked out. I stayed looking as he walked, just to make sure that he wasn't going somewhere else or stumble. It wouldn't surprise me.

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I took some time to fall asleep. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened.

I wonder how things are going to be after this. How should I act tomorrow? And what was Keith thinking about me now?

Author's note: I really hope you liked this chapter and I'm sorry if I made a mistake, as English is not my first language. Did you like that I used pictures in the story? If you want I can always use them, and also pictures of the boys when I have the chance. Comments are ALWAYS welcome and I'd love to read them and also answer.
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There were some words that I wasn't sure, so if anyone could help me with them it would be awesome:

Snogging: I read that it's a gross way to say kissing, I hope it's not. I just wanted a british word that existed in 1961 that described it well!

Wellied - It's a british word for drunk, right? Does it fix in the context?

Peck - I don't really know if it's an american or british word, but it's the only one i knew to describe it. I also don't know if it was used in 1961.
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Oh, by the way, I made a set for this chapter, tell me if you like it so I can add one to the chapters sometimes. I also have one for the first and second.

(Ignore that the couple from the set doesn't look like Jane and Mick, it doesn't matter.)