We finally separated and made our way to Mike's house for the after-party. Why his parents allowed a bunch of high school kids to take over their home, I'll never know. But, then again, it wasn't my problem. The party seemed to be an extension of the Prom. All the same people that I saw just a few minutes ago were now at this party. The only difference was that a lot of them were getting drunk and acting like stupid high school kids do – loud and obnoxious, telling each other how much they had been drinking and how drunk they felt.
If we weren't kissing, Mia and I were laughing at the drunk kids acting silly. We were actually having a great time. I did notice some kids going upstairs, and I'm sure they weren't up there using the upstairs bathroom. A few girls came back down with dishevele
