"It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters," she exclaimed.
"And make fun of our exes?" her friend, who had just emerged from the house, asked.
"Uh uh, uh uh," the blonde girl replied. "It feels like the perfect night for breakfast at midnight," she went on, adding to the pair's plans.
"To fall in love with strangers?" her friend once again inquired.
"Uh uh, uh uh, yeah!" The evening was beginning to take shape. The blonde girl stepped out from underneath the roof and took hold of the banister that surrounded the platform she was positioned on. Her hair flew over her face in the wind, covering her eyes as they lit up in the reflection of the recently arrived moon.
"We're happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time," she declared, ignoring her friend's puzzled glances. "It's miserable and magical, oh yeah." Her friend walked up behind her and put a hand on her back to see if she was feeling okay. Drugs were common in this part of the world but as far as she knew her companion had not taken any since she'd been with her. She pointed to the time on her phone as if to suggest they had somewhere else to be, but to no avail.
"Tonight's the night when we forget about deadlines... it's time, uh uh." She put her phone back in her pocket and decided that even if her friend was high as a kite it would be best to go with her just in case she tried to do something stupid. Her friend grabbed her by the hand and pulled her down the stair to follow her. Gripping tightly, perhaps to keep herself upright, she turned to her friend and said,
"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22." Her friend wanted to reply with, 'but Taylor, you're 23!' but felt now wasn't the time to confuse the poor girl even further so offered something more supportive instead.
"Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you," she told her, frantically looking around for any sign of Taylor's parents or maybe a friendly doctor who could make sure that she wasn't about to pass out.
"You don't know about me!" Taylor snapped, causing her friend to recoil with shock. "But I bet you want to!" This was a side to Taylor her friend had never seen before and it might have hurt her feelings on any normal day, but it was clear that, for Taylor at least, today was not normal at all.
"Everything will be alright..." her friend insisted again.
"If we just keep dancing like we're 22!" Taylor cried, spinning around on the spot and throwing her arms up into the air.
"It seems like one of those nights," her friend sighed, resigning herself to the imminent fate that had befallen her. They walked round the corner and found a bar with a decent queue of people forming outside. Taylor's friend assumed that would be where the two were going but it turned out she was mistaken.
"This place is too crowded! Too many cool kids!" Taylor shouted, making a few of the 'cool kids' in question turn to look her way whilst doing their best to ensure their fringes remained in perfect place.
"Oh... it seems like one of those nights," her friend muttered under her breath, looking on forlornly as the only decent venue in town disappeared behind her.
"We should ditch the whole scene!" Taylor shouted into the night sky, "and end up dreaming instead of sleeping!"
"Yeahhh..." so were they going out clubbing or not? Taylor's friend was no longer sure.
"We're happy, free, confused and lonely in the best way!"
"It's miserable..."
"And magical! Oh yeah!" What Taylor's friend was sure of was the fact that the girl dragging her along the road must have taken something without her knowing about it. She was a touch annoyed she hadn't been included in that part of the plan; it would have made the rest of it seem a lot more fun.
"Tonight's the night we forget about heartbreaks! It's time, oh yeah!" Taylor shouted again, this time louder and with a broad smile on her face. Her friend hung her head low as the realisation of what Taylor really wanted to do started to sink in.
"Are we going to buy ice cream and watch Bridget Jones again, Taylor?" she asked. Taylor skipped off towards the shops, occasionally yelling '22! 22!' It would feel like a long time until morning.
