Walk the moon – Shut up and Dance with me  

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"Emily, wake up, we have arrived," someone whispered.

"Where are we?" I asked.

It looks like I said it to myself, because no one even heard me, nor answered on my question. My head ached badly: I felt sick, as though I've been riding on a roller coaster for an hour or more. No, that's enough! This party was my first and the last one. I can't believe, how could I even agree to go to that party? Tomorrow we will have a serious conversation with Jess. Slowly, I started to remember what I was doing at the party and these memories made me even sicker than before.

"Someone, wake her up," a man's voice said.

"Maybe we should leave her here? She'll have a good nap on the porch," this voice is also familiar to me.

"No, we can't..." Jess answered. I will always recognize her voice.

"She sneaked through the window to the party, and she can't return back through the main entrance. Her parents aren't asleep yet," Jess continued to speak.

I was lying comfortably on the back seat of the car. As I slightly shivered, I lied down even more comfortably. It's probably cold outside already, but I have only a thin dress on. No, it's better if I lie down here in warmth a little more. I started dozing again.

"Make up your minds already, my legs are getting hurt," someone said.

"What does he mean?" I thought to myself. I thought that I was peacefully sleeping on the back seat. What is going on here?

"Emily, wake up..." I heard a voice beside me.

I opened my eyes abruptly and saw that I was lying on Matt, Ted and Harry's knees. I was lying on their knees and the guys were holding me, so that I wouldn't fall.

"Leave me alone! How dare you touch me! You took advantage of me while I was sleeping!?" I started yelling, but from the other side it looked ridiculous, because I was still drunk.

My indignation knew no bounds. No one dares to touch me, especially when I am unconscious!

"By the way, I have a boyfriend!" I couldn't calm down and tried to open the door.

I should get out of the car and go home. What do they allow themselves? I looked miserable, gibbered and was making useless attempts to open the door.

"Oh, our excellent student has finally woken up," Ted said to me.

Finally, I somehow managed to open the door of a black car. I saw Jess and Brian outside, they were discussing something. It seems that my friend decided to hook up with this guy and completely forgot about me. Suddenly I felt that someone is pulling me out of the car. It was Chris. Strange, but I remember their names.

"That's it! We did our mission," Matt said.

I started muttering something to myself, hoping that someone will hear me. Silence. I repeated my sentence again, but this time I tried to pronounce each word properly.

"Wait, she's trying to tell us something..." Harry said, and everyone looked at me.

Finally, I have already a few minutes persisted in repeating one sentence several times. What, is it so hard to understand what I am saying? Well, it seems so.

"I am saying that I can't get into the window," I repeated, swaying from side to side. I won't drink and smoke ever again!

"I need someone to help me..." I continued and started to hiccup.

Boys tried not to laugh so hard, and Chris was even holding my shoulders so I wouldn't fall. What a thoughtful guy.

"All right," Harry said.

"Let's go, I'll help you."

He was trying to hold my waist while we were walking towards my house, but I took his hands away. I can walk home by myself! "I am an adult, an independent person," I thought to myself, while going home. I thought of one thing, but in reality, I contradicted myself. I am clumsy and was hardly moving my feet, sometimes I was just about to fall into the bushes. Harry chuckled, trying to grab my arm.

"So, where's your window?" he asked me, holding my arm.

"Over there..." I pulled my hand away and showed him, nodding at the window.

"Well, then. I'll lift you up and then you climb these metal poles. Okay?" Harry looked at me, trying to understand if I am awake or I have already fallen asleep with opened eyes.

"Wow, you must be an 'expert of climbing' through the windows? Do you climb to the girls starting from the middle school? Am I right?" I grinned, without even thinking of what I am saying.

God, what am I saying? I am still drunk. Somebody please shut me up, so that I stop saying bullshit.

"Ahah, what was that? I don't get it, what are you trying to do: make fun of me or flirt with me?" he replied with a question.

The wind was blowing his hair, he leaned over me. I had a feeling he was studying me like a lab mouse.

"So, you really did climb. I knew it."

"Maybe we'll talk about my night adventures another time? Now turn your back to me and I will help you to climb up..." even in the dark I could see his dimples when he smiles.

I hiccupped loudly and tried to make a haughty expression on my face. But, it seems like my face became skewed.

"Another time? Don't even hope for that. I don't hang out with people like you. Moreover, I won't turn my back to you. You want to help me you say? I know what you're going to do! You'll grope my ass, that's what you're going to do! And when I start to climb up, you'll peep under my dress..." I mumbled, hiccupping.

He definitely thinks a lot about himself. He doesn't know yet who my parents are. It's better if he went groping some other girls, he doesn't deserve me. He just laughed in response and it annoyed me even more.

"You're such a dreamer. How could you even come up with that? You saw that in your erotic dreams?" Harry couldn't calm down.

What is he talking about? I was offended and decided to hit his shoulder, but I missed and almost fell. Harry didn't let me to fall and kept laughing.

"Let Chris lift me up, I trust him more than you. He definitely won't peep under my dress," I demanded.

I understand that I don't know Chris at all, but somehow, I trusted him more than Harry.

"You're so stubborn and annoying!" the guy couldn't bear this.

"We've been here for about twenty minutes already and it's all because of you. Maybe I have some other things to do..." Harry continued grumbling, as he turned to the car and called Chris.

The brunette got out from the car and walked towards us.

"She wants you to lift her up!" Harry said, meanwhile, as I tried to stand straight and not to wobble.

Although in my condition it was much harder than I thought. Chris wrapped my waist and placed me on his shoulders. I was trying to reach out to the metal construction, but unfortunately it was impossible for me. If only I was a little bit sober, I would manage to do it, but not today.

"Okay, Chris. Put her down on the ground. Someone has to get into her room and then drag her inside from there..." Harry said. I wanted to object, but my tongue wasn't listening to me.

I didn't like that they were talking about me, as if I am an object or a thing. I have a name after all.

"Why so long?" Ted and Matt came to us.

Harry repeated them his plan, which he told us earlier.

"So why are you still here? Climb already!" Ted said.

Harry quickly and nimbly climbed into my room. His grace shocked me. They think that I can do the same thing? No guys, I will better go to sleep on the porch.

"All right, give me her here," Harry whispered, looking out from my room.

He is talking about me again as if I am a thing. It would be great if I could take my shoes off and throw them into his forehead! I frowned and Chris reached out to me. I don't want sleep on the porch, its cold outside. Okay, I need to climb up.

"Hey, blondie, hold my shoes," I said to Matt.

I can't climb with my heels on. I gave the blond my shoes. Chris put me onto his shoulders once again. I saw Harry when I looked up. He was just about to start laughing, when his smile disappeared.

"Shh, someone's coming down the hallway....and seems like heading over your room..." Harry whispered to us.

He obviously wasn't in a mood for laughing. Though, me too. If my mom finds a stranger in my room, we are all goners!

"That's my mother, you idiot. God forbid that she sees you!" I babbled, imagining what happens next.

My stomach cramped from fear, Chris kept holding me.

"Harry, lie down under the blanket and pretend that you are Emily who has been sleeping for a long time now..." Ted whispered.

I gave him an unhappy look. This idea was the most stupid of all that I have ever heard. More stupid than that party.

"What? Ted, you don't have a better idea?" Harry objected.

I was still sitting on Chris's shoulders. Poor guy, he is probably tired.

"Stop it, be quiet. Mattie stop laughing! I can hear you..." after these words Harry closed the window and went pretending to be me.

The four of us leaned closer to the house and tried to hold back our laughter. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop laughing. I closed my mouth with hands and I started to wait, staggering.

"I imagine how Harry twisted up under the blanket and is trying to pretend being a girl," Ted began to whisper.

"Yeah, and then her mother lifts up the blanket and there's a man!" Matt added.

We all started laughing. I caught myself at thinking that I am having fun with them. Strange, it's new to me, to be a part of something. Just like now, to be a part of a funny company. "It's actually fun," I thought to myself.

"And Harry is all like: "Hello. I was passing by and decided to pay you a visit..." Chris continued.

With these words, Harry finally appeared.

"Why are you laughing? It's fun for you. Emily, your mother kissed my forehead and stroked my back. I wonder, what pills she takes before going to bed that she didn't even notice the difference?" Harry whispered and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Shut up! I'm climbing up," I waved aside.

Chris put me on his shoulders for the third time. Ted helped him and Matt held my shoes.

"Give me your hand," I heard Harry's whisper.

I stretched my hand and he easily dragged me into my room, as if I was light like a feather.