The Story
Well the story begins in the sunny town of Oban, the main character being me and my thoughts at the time being "should I go to this gig or should I not?"
Shortly afterwards I was contacted by a friend on my mobile phone. He informed me that the bus was leaving very shortly and said that he would tell the driver to hold on for me for a bit. It was settled. If I made the bus i was to go to the gig, if not screw it. After a short jog I made it to the bus perfectly on time and was rewarded with a tired look from the driver and a seat from my friend (not the one mentioned previously). I took my seat and we were on our way to the small village of Ardfern...or so i thought. Turns out we were to go to my friends girlfriends friends house to wait for a while and so the girls could get ready. I was not to pleased with this as i didn't know any of them but we would have been far to early for the gig so it didn't really matter. We arrived at the aforementioned house and it turned out that the person whose house it was wasn't in but we were to sit in there room and wait for them. We settled down and I noticed that i had very little in common with my friend's girlfriend's friends. They were very nicey nice proper people and i would hesitate to call myself that. My sense of humour is not what you would call normal and the topics of conversation i would normally have with my friends were out of the question. All i could do was act mildly strangely, make in jokes to my friend and generally subtly take the piss out of them all in a friendly way. The people wern't bad people they were just not the sort of people i normally hang around. My friend is a smoker so we had an excuse to leave the house a couple of times, we even found a skateboard which belonged to someones little brother which was lying discarded and poorly looking in the persons garden. We had a shot on this until a managed to snap it, the first of many accidents to come.
Eventually the person who's house it was (Rianna, who's boyfriend i am also friends with( this being the aforementioned friend)) arrived back and we were fed pizza and prepared to leave for the gig, with only minor interludes of me knocking things over (I am rather clumsy). The drive to Ardfern where the gig was to take place was inevitably uneventful and we soon arrived ready to set my friends tent up. We met up with a few of our friends that live in another town and we found a little island with a small forest on it and a path leading out to it over the beach so we pitched up tent there and smoked some spiced gold (legal high which i was sceptical about but seems to have an effect), we also began drinking and another of my friend's friends had pitched a tent up so we hotboxed that.
Eventually we made it to the gig, purchased our tickets and got in half way through the first band, they wern't fantastic so we went outside for some fresh air. There were a few police around so i was asked by my friend to hide his bag of alcohol, i stupidly agreed and went for a long walk away from the gig and hid it in some bushes. Someone else had decided to store there drink there to so this was duly noted and i set off back to the gig. The gig as a whole was pretty poor and i ended up chatting to my friends girlfriend Rianna. We were fairly drunk by this time and we went for a walk to try and find her boyfriend who had disappeared. We got on really well (as people tend to do when they are drunk) and we didn't find her boyfriend. We decided that it would be an excellent idea to head back to the stash of drink and start on the other peoples. Eventually we were kitted out with a bottle of Magners each. This was consumed hastily and we started our journey back to the tents. On they we got a bit to close and i was pulled in for a kiss, this was the start of a lot of "making out" as we stumbled our way along the road. We bumped into a few people that we knew along the way but we were alert enough not to make anything noticeable and we continued on our merry way. Eventually we made it back to the island with the tents and it turned out none of them were occupied. We made our way into one of the tents and made ourselves comfy. This ended in us having a drunken sex in the tent until we were rudely interrupted sometime later by the owner of the tent. She was with some friends and was none to pleased about the whole situation. Clothes were hastily put on as i was told to "get the fuck out of the tent". I popped my head out and was rewarded with an accurate punch to the eye. I quickly retreated and told them i wasn't coming out if they were going to beat the shit out of me. They agreed to this and when i got out they exclaimed "fucking hell its Robbie Eisler, we thought it was some lochgilphead twat, your alright mate". No beating for me at least but my eye was swollen and in my haste i had left my boxers in the tent. The owner of the tent then threatened to rip my arms off and sew them to my legs and continued in the same manner for most of the night. The girl i was with was crying and asking to see her boyfriend and i quickly dived back into the tent and recovered my boxers. I didn't get an opportunity to put them on until sometime later the next day. For a while i just stood about panicking severely and wondering what the hell was going on, i had no place to sleep and had kind of fucked up. I went to my friends tent which he was in with his girlfriend and they lent me a blanket and let me sleep in the porch. Unfortunately my presence in the porch was not to spoil there night and i was treated to a gentle rocking of the tent and the occasional horrible noise. Eventually i managed to get some sleep, what didn't help was the fact it was severely windy outside and i was sleeping on a bed made out of bags and the ground. The coldest nights sleep of my life was had and eventually i woke up with a lovely black eye and went for a walk to the shop with the owner of the other tent who had kindly forgiven me for the previous nights shenanigans. We then met up with some other people that had stayed in a house nearby and waited for the bus. I got the bus to my friends house and told him the story which amused him greatly. The next day i went to a small island for a family holiday and have been out of contact with everyone for a week and have no idea what the situation is.
The End.
Tldr: I had sex with my friends girlfriend in someone else tent which resulted in the loss of my virginity, a black eye, most likely a lot of pissed of people and the realization that maybe i am not the nice person i thought i was.