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“Life is too short to be a grandma at 17!” She pouted. “Have fun! Live a little!”
I looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to finish. Trust Caroline to be as dramatic as ever about something like this. “Are you done?”
“Maybe?” She smiled sheepishly.
“Come on Nat.” Brooke chimed in. “If you don’t like it, we can leave. I promise.”
“You’re buying me breakfast tomorrow morning.” I rolled my eyes. “The place of my choosing.”
“Deal.” Caroline beamed at me. “Now, go change!”
I took the clothes she had shoved into my arms earlier, and made my way into the bathroom to
change. Considering it was freezing cold outside, there was no way I was wearing a dress without
some sort of shield. I paired the dress with a pair of black pantyhose and some black suede boots
with a slight heel. My ankle was feeling much better than it was earlier, however, I wasn’t about to
risk it.
Throwing on some quick mascara and eyeshadow, I sprayed a few puffs of perfume and applied a hint maroon lipstick.
Glancing at myself once more in the mirror, I deemed myself presentable enough. Walking back into
my room, Caroline and Brooke were both ready to go. Caroline had gone all out with her costume
and was dressed in a bright red dress paired with devil’s horns and a tail. Brooke on the other hand,
had opted for a less slutty costume and was wearing a pair of black high waisted jeans with a lavender top and a pointy witch’s hat.
Walking out the door, Caroline shoved the bunny ears she brought with her into my hands and instructed me to put them on.
What the hell did I get myself into?
“Care, where the hell did you get these damn bunny ears?” I asked adjusting the headband for the hundredth time that night.
“Walgreens.” She laughed turning right off a main street. “Beggars can’t be choosers Nat. Next time
go out and buy your own costume.”
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“Next time, let me be a hermit at home!” I stuck my tongue out at her. It was then that I realized she
was driving down a very familiar street. “Where did you say this party was again?”
“Lucas’s house?” Brooke replied popping her head above the armrest console.
“This is not Lucas’s house.” I said as Caroline pulled into an all too familiar drive way. “This is
Aiden’s house.”
Caroline and Brooke exchanged a knowing glace. “Even better.” Caroline smirked as she got out of
the car.
“If I find out you two knowingly dragged me to a party Aiden is throwing.” I warned shooting daggers at both of them.
Brooke came over to me and began adjusting my dress. “Oh hush!” She lectured. “We didn’t know,
now let me fix your hair.”
“Are we ready?” Caroline asked giddily.
“It’s not like we have much of a choice.” I muttered under my breath.
Can you tell I don’t like parties?
They’re far from the enjoyable affair portrayed on TV. Now, before you get all up on my case, yes I have been to a high school party before. No, I did not like it one bit. It was full of drunk 15–year–olds
making a fool of themselves, loud music, cheap alcohol, and half naked girls looking to hook–up with
one of the jocks in the hopes they can climb the social ladder.
Aiden’s driveway was paved with different Jack–O–Lantern carvings and various colored projectors giving the place a spooky vibe. Orange and purple lights cast eerie shadows on the once simplistic
structure. The trees were covered in giant spider, ghosts with different horrifying faces were being pushed around by the wind, and a number of skeletons stood outside the door.
He must have decorated specifically for the party because when I was here last week, nothing was
- up.
The entrance to the house was wide open, and the music was blasting. The inside of the house had been transformed to look no different than the outside. The light were dimmed and there were electric candles and orange fairy lights just about everywhere. I swear I think I even saw a black cat walking around.
I was still taking in my surroundings when we heard someone yell.
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“LADIES!” Lucas shouted as he descended down the staircase once he spotted us. “You came!”
He was dressed up as Harry Potter, and for some reason I found that to be way too funny. I couldn’t
tell what was funnier, the fact that he was actually wearing the round glasses and had drawn the scar on his forehead with makeup, or because he was holding a toy wand.
Lucas had steered us into the kitchen were there were more drinks laid out than I could count. You
had the traditional beer in red solo cups, but there were also bottles of the more expensive stuff you typically wouldn’t find.
There were also so many people here, it was hard to tell who was who.
I was nursing a soda and listening to Lucas tell us about the last time he got drunk and changed everyone’s contact information in his phone to what he thought would be their spirit animal when I
felt someone’s hand on my lower back.
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