A/N: This is my first story ever. Thank you for reading. Let me know what you think. For dress images remove spaces:
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Senior year was finally upon me. Official independence was within my grasp. This past year had been hell. Gran had passed away thus making my brother, Jason, my legal guardian. Living with him hadn't been too bad, until recently. My womanizing and selfish bother decided to settle down after a pregnancy scare, and make himself a one woman man. I didn't think he would last more than a week, but to everyone's astonishment he not only lasted long, but decided to ask his girlfriend, Crystal, to move in with us.
I am normally a very open minded woman; however, I could not stand Crystal. And she made it known whenever we were alone together, which was often since she didn't work, that she didn't like me either. "Two more months, Sookie, and you will be out on your ass" Crystal said trying to get a reaction out of me. "Jason won't be required to take care of you anymore," she sneered. Instead of playing into her game, I simply walked out of the house.
Thankfully, I had my best friend Amelia and my writing. Amelia had just turned eighteen. For her birthday her very wealthy father bought Amelia her own apartment. I knocked on the apartment door. "Come in," called a voice from inside. "You know you should really see who is outside the door first," I scolded Amelia. She just laughed at me, as usual. No one would ever assume that Amelia, dressed in kaki Capri pants and a white tank top with her short chestnut hair, would be so sexually ambitious. "What's the plan for tonight?" Amelia asked, as she did every Friday night. "Rent a movie and order a pizza? The same thing we do every Friday." I replied. "How about we go to that new club that opened up in Shreveport?" Amelia suggested slyly. "You know we can't get in, you have to be 21," I replied. Then Amelia held up two pieces of plastic, and handed me one. It was a fake I.D. "Where did you get these? " I asked astonished. "From a friend," Amelia dodged the question. I could tell from the look in her eyes that I couldn't talk her out of going, she had her heart set on it. So off we went into her oversized closet to pick out "club wear."
An hour and a half later we emerged from Amelia's bathroom ready to hit the dance floor. Amelia looked amazing in her magenta chiffon one shoulder short dress. She expertly paired her ensemble with nude pumps and gold beaded bracelets. I had no clue what to wear, and made the mistake of letting Amelia know that. She insisted on dressing me for the occasion in a gold, sequined short dress. I know I am going to trip over everything wearing the gold peep toe heels Amelia let me borrow. But they were the only ones that matched my dress and fit my feet. One last check in the mirror making sure my golden hair was still loosely curled and styled just so, and we were out the door.
I was so nervous that the bouncer at the door would know my I.D was fake; I nearly sweated off all my make-up. Thank god Amelia decided to go first, and after she made it thorough okay, it was my turn. The tall, muscular bouncer barley glanced at my I.D and waved me through. I was so relived. "Want to get a drink?" Amelia yelled to me. I nodded, not wanting to compete with the pounding music. After much maneuvering through the crowd, we made our way up to the bar. Amelia ordered for me, since I didn't know what to get. "What is this?" I asked Amelia as the warmth traveled through my body. "Gin and Tonic," Amelia replied. After our drinks were gone, a handsome guy asked Amelia to dance. As he led her to the dance floor, I went to the bar to order another drink, now that I knew what to order. Carrying my fresh drink, I made my way to an empty table by the dance floor, on my way Amelia spotted me and made her way over. "How was he?" I asked her after we sat. "Too grabby and pushy; he was a weirdo. I'm going to get another drink." Amelia said and headed to the bar. Feeling a little awkward I looked around the room, and caught site of the most gorgeous, tall, blond man. As if he felt me staring, he turned and met my eyes. I looked away so fast, it made me a dizzy. Amelia made her way back to the table with another admirer; only this one was a tall blond woman, wearing a tight white pantsuit. I said she was sexually ambitious. "I'm heading back to the dance floor, will you be okay Sookie?" Amelia asked. I told her I would be fine, and watched her walk away. "Excuse me," said the tall, gorgeous blond man from before, "Would you like to dance?" I almost forgot how to speak, and the man looked at me, obviously wondering if I was slow. After a few too many seconds, I nodded and we headed to the dance floor. I couldn't sing if my life depended on it, but I am a great dancer. I became hyper aware of his body so close to mine, as we moved with the rhythm of the music. You could almost see sparks coming off us, I just wanted to grab his butt and pull him closer to me. After a few more songs, I was drenched in sweat; we headed to the bar, and then back to the table. "What's your name?" I asked blondie. "Eric, what's yours?"
"Sookie," I replied sipping my drink. Feeling a little tipsy, I looked at the dance floor for Amelia. She wasn't there. I excused myself and went to look for her. After checking the bathrooms without any luck, I got worried and headed to the parking lot. I saw miss tall and blonde getting into Amelia's car, and then I watched her and Amelia drive away. I can't believe she left without me. She better have a good excuse. Well now what was I going to do? I can't call Jason. Looking around anxiously for a pay phone I heard "Do you need any help?" I turned to see Mr. Grabby hands.