"Oh, come on, Simon! Why on Earth would I want to go to a club?" I said into my phone.

"Even if we don't go to Pandemonium, we still have to go somewhere. You haven't been outside in a month." Simon stated. Simon had been my best friend since we were six. I could tell him pretty much anything and everything. But it was summer, and I didn't really enjoy the heat. He didn't seem to understand that very well. I guess he did have a point, though. I really hadn't been outside in a while. "Plus, it sounds like fun." I could almost see him smiling through the phone. He knew he'd won.

"Alright." I sighed, defeated. "What time?"

"Victorious!" he announced. "How 'bout I pick you up at nine?"

"'Kay."

I hung up the phone and got out of my bed. It was almost noon. I walked into my bathroom, and gasped. What was on top of my head? I though red-heads were supposed to be envied among the hair color world? Well, I couldn't imagine anyone envying this. Wow, brushing it didn't help at all. I gave up and went into the kitchen. I dug in the fridge and settled for frozen waffles, Lucky Charms, and a glass of milk. Then I plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. Rugrats was on! If Simon knew I still watched Rugrats, I'd never live it down. After a while, I hopped in the shower. I dried off and walked into my thankfully large walk-in closet. I sighed. I had no idea what to wear.

I spent forever digging through clothes, trying to find something someone would wear to Pandemonium. After much debate, I decided on a fitted plain black t-shirt, denim skinny jeans with a black-studded belt, and black high heels. As, for my hair…I blow-dried it and let it hang in long, loose curls. I chose dark eye-shadow and then carefully lined my eyes, followed by mascara. Not bad, I thought to myself. I twirled around, thinking I looked older than nineteen.

As I was admiring my reflection, my phone rang. I checked the caller ID. It was Simon.

"Yes?" I answered.

"Sheesh, I was just calling to tell you that Eric wants the band to practice for a little while, so I'll just meet you at the club. Cool with you?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Good. See ya soon."

I grabbed my black leather jacket and my keys then walked outside. It felt pretty good outside, actually. I climbed into my Orange VW Bug, and was on my way.