Walking on Eggshells is Something you shouldn't do on Stiletto Heels
an excerpt

To Marcha today was just another day. To her friend Naïma it was the first days of many in which she would be home alone because her folks were out of town. A fact that was in desperate need of celebration. As expected the party took place on that very first day. Loud music, lots of beer and other mostly quite interesting alcoholic beverages and finally all the cool people; it was what you normally could call a great party. To Naïma and Marcha cool people weren’t necessary the popular kids, but they where without exception the people where you could have lots and lots of fun with, which was helped along with a pretty low moral standard. Everyone who attended could be considered a cool kid –with the exception from the odd weirdo boy- or girlfriend who tagged along. Still, Marcha was bored out of her mind. Cool people or not, why on earth had Naïma mainly invited girls? What was a good party without some male-female interaction? The few boys who were present were either complete weirdo’s who tagged along, not that good looking (who cared about personality if you planned on a little ‘one night only and never again’ fun?) or well…

“Want a beer?” A couple of amused light blue eyes looked at her, while the owner of said eyes held out a dark brown beer bottle.

Marcha sighed, while accepting the beer. He was downright the only exception, though it was a pity he was one hundred percent of limits. Though she wondered why that was. Sure, he was Naïma’s cousin and she promised Naïma she would stay away form him. But he was totally hot and promises could be broken, right? Only sad about his name, Berny, piece of shit name for such a delicious piece of man candy.

Marcha let her tongue roll over her lips, while looking at Berny with a naughty glister in her big brown eyes. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Berny shrugged. “Not really, didn’t really expect it either.”

Marcha frowned. “Then why did you come?”

“Naïma made me. Something I really needed to go out again, because it was not healthy how I sat home alone ever since Briënna and I broke up.”

“And now you’re totally bored.” Berny nodded in response. “Yeah, the party is pretty dull. But you know I might have an idea how to lighten up your evening.”
Berny grinned. “Oh, how about that?”

“I am not a magician or even an angel and we all know I am not suited as anyone’s next girlfriend. But hey, we still could have a good time.”
“Are you always like this?”

Marcha smiled, and bend towards him, just before their lips touched, she whispered: “Yes, I am.” Then she kissed him, it was not a very passionate kiss, more like a tender and sweet kiss. But still it left Berny dumbstruck, unable to respond. Just before the initial shock wore of, and he could respond in any way, Naïma came stamped over.

“Marcha! What are you doing, what did we agree on?”

Marcha shrugged and made her best ‘dumb’ face, what probably was not working because the two girls did know each other too well. “I’m in the foggiest.”

Naïma clenched her teeth together, and spat her next words to Marcha. “Stay. Away. From. Berny.”

“Why?” asked Berny in total innocence, not getting what was going on, while having the funny feeling the two girls had forgotten he was there as well.
Naïma’s face softened. “She is bad news.”

“I don’t mean to be”, muttered Marcha in defense.

“But you’re. Now, leave Berny alone. Can I get you another beer or something so you might leave my dear cousin alone?”

“Yeah, I suppose so.” And with that it was settled: Marcha walked away from Berny, with a beer bottle in each hand. Though it didn’t take long before they were both empty. It didn’t take long either before a bunch of other beer bottles where empty as well and she couldn’t walk straight anymore. Not that it mattered: she could still turn the music and climb on the diner table; where she began dancing uncontrollably until she fell over her own feet. She would have fallen on the thick carpet floor if there had not be her classmate Gustav who caught her in his arms.

While letting her get back on her own feet, Gustav whispered: “You looked like an angel up there. I’ve always wondered what it was like to have sex with an angel.”

“It’s like heaven”, smirked Marcha, just before she passed out and really fell on the carpet this time.