"Soooo..." British kid awkwardly mumbles, "Why exactly were you walking down the road with only one shoe?"

"Because sometimes things happen and your best friend is an absolute man whore, and you can't go to a single party without him running off to hook up with some random blonde bitch. And yes, they are always blonde. But not like sweet, cute, I wanna-get-to-know-you girls. The girls whose idea of fashion is cleavage. So then you're left, once again, without a ride. So you think, oh I'll just take a cab. But no, of course you forgot your wallet at home. So you think you'll walk, before realizing it's an hour long drive. So for some reason, you end up in some British kid's car. A British kid whose name you don't even know." Wow. That's the most I've said to someone other than Ash and Nate in a really long time. How much did I drink?!

"Harry." Awkward. I state a thesis and he replies with one word.

"What?"

"The British kid's name is Harry. Told you that earlier. Oh, and just in case you were wondering, the Irish one in the backseat is Niall." He looks over and grins that deceitfully wonderful grin, "I'm sorry your friend did that to you. Where's your other friend? Ashley?"

"Ashton," I correct, "She's not really one for parties."

I cannot believe I'm sitting in this car. I can't believe I'm talking to someone. Telling someone how mad Nathan's shit makes me. I vow to remain silent for the remainder of the car ride. I start staring out the window and ignore all of his feeble attempts to make conversation. Eventually he turns on the radio to mask the silence.

"Oi! Who's this?" I'm surprised to see that the blonde kid, Niall, is stirring in the backseat.

"You don't remember her? You guys made out for like an hour, disappeared into a room, and when you came out an hour later she had a ring on her finger. She's the future Mrs. Horan!" Harry stays in a very serious tone.

Playing along, I slide one of my rings onto my left ring finger and show it to Niall.

"You said you knew I was the one the moment our eyes met from across the room," I look at Harry, "It was poetic, really."

"Oh, Jesus," Niall is in absolute panic, "Look, you're very pretty, and I'm sure you're a lovely person, but..."

"But you feel as if this is the first time you've spoken to me?" I put on a hurt face.

"I'm truly sorry." He mumbles and looks down, clearly ashamed of his actions.

"Do you even remember her name?!" Harry's voice has clear disgust in it.

"I... No... I'm so sorry..." Niall looks near tears. Wow, the kid feels bad.

"Jamie! Her name is Jamie! She was at Michelle's party with her friend Nathan," Harry's scowl turns into a grin, "And you've never seen her before."

"Gotcha." I drop him a wink and turn back around in my seat, putting my ring back where it belongs, "Where did you think the ring came from?"

"I don't know! Dammit Harry, I feel sick enough without thinking I've gone and proposed to someone."

"Oh, Nialler. When will you learn?" Harry chuckles.

"Well, Jamie, I'm Niall. Seeing as I did not propose to you, may I ask how you've ended up in this car?"

"Many unfortunate circumstances, which I regret to say could have been prevented." I sigh.

"I see. So Haz..." he leans forward to whisper, although I can hear every word, "Is she another one?"

"No. Just needed a ride. Now lay down and pass out before you 'whisper' something else you shouldn't." Harry scowls.

"Sounds good to me. Let's get food, I'm starving," with that, he falls back asleep.

"Of course you are," Harry mumbles.

"What did he mean 'another one'?" I prompt.

"Nothing. He meant nothing."

"What? Another drunk? Another loser? Another..."

"Another random slut that I've picked up to shag," he interrupts.

"Oh. Another. So you do it often."

"Often enough. Not that the public knows that." He seems unhappy with this.

We sit in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being Niall's soft snores coming from the backseat. Of course he meant another girl. Another shag. Gosh, why would I think he meant another freak? As if Harry picks up freaks all the time? No... Just slutty ones who are walking down the street alone. Lovely. While I'm whining about Nathan being a whore, I'm unknowingly ranting to a whore. Perfect. Just perfect.

"I'm not a whore," my thoughts are interrupted by this statement.

Oh, God... Had I said all of that out loud?

"Yes."

"Wow. I'm sorry," I feel the blush creeping onto my face.

"It's fine. I'd think I was a whore if I was you."

"Why would Niall think I'm just another one?" I ask.

"He's woken up to a girl in the front seat before."

"If you're not a whore, then why would you bring home random girls?"

He pulls up to a stop sign and turns to look at me, "Unfortunate circumstances. Which I regret to say could probably have been prevented."

Notes

Half of me is in a great mood because I saw Parachute in concert and I was five feet from the stage, and Will Anderson is perfect The other half of me is sad because I tried to rewatch an episode of glee earlier and the second Cory came on screen I bursted into tears. So, I decided to write to distract myself. Hope more people read it(:

--JKM