When I was about 14 years old I went for the first time to a party. Having my first long bike ride in the dark.
My friend’s friend was home alone so I had to come. Now I miss the point entirely.
Why did I have to come to stay at a stranger’s place just because his parents were out of town?
I had a sense of validity though so I was on my way. Hopefully we didn’t loot the liquor cabinet because I didn’t want to get to drunk.
Anyway, his parents didn’t trust it and had phoned in. They would return. My friend said it sucked but I had to go.
So instead of sleeping in a tent in the yard I drove in the dark and rainy night back home.
But I forgot my keys and returned, cursing words I never thought I possessed.
I discovered nobody else had left.
“You weren’t supposed to find out but my friend didn’t want you to stay,” my so-called friend said coldly.
That day formed a reminder of how profound friendships really are.