The next day we are all hanging out in the nearest coffee shop which happens to be called, "Dregs of Society". The only reason we hangout here is because it suits our group, because we ARE the dregs. It is a dim place, the lights are always on a constant low, the mood is calm and soothing. The whole shop is like a living room, with excess chairs, sofas, and tables. I happen to know the guy who owns the place, Fred E. Townsend.
Fred is a really laid back old guy with a flare for the weird. Back in the day Fred was a big time rocker, you know the kind who rocks hard, parties harder and lives in the extreme. His career went downhill after his buddy drummer died of an OD on cocaine. Fred was devastated and quit his hard party life for more of a hippie slash goth gig. Since I know the guy he gives all my friends and me free coffees whenever we come in.
Tonight the entire group was sitting around "our" table, which happened to be the table in the far corner. Ashley was sitting on Bret's lap, the both of them snuggling as usual in the large leather armchair. Price, James, and I were squished close together on the couch, I happened to be in the middle. Lindsey and Noel were sitting on a love seat across from me.
"What are we going to do for Deret's party? Noel you are still in charge of finding us a great party store." I proposed to the cluster, since everyone was there listening I figured we should talk about the up coming party that was being held at one of the rich goth's houses. One of the requirements of going was wearing a costume.
"Well, we could do a group costume. You know, everyone go as pirates or something." Lindsey began to ramble ideas we could do.
"Ashley and I were planning on doing funny costumes for once. Like the male and female light socket plugs." Bret was petting Ashley's hair while speaking, not really paying attention to who was looking.
James rolled his eyes while saying, "There you go again, using little ways to make everything perverted. I think we should all go as ghosts, we are all pale enough for it." He began laughing like he expected all of us to join in and when we didn't he chilled it out into a coughing fit.
"I think we should go as preps, because as you know costume parties were once said to be a thing when all were made up to be the opposites of themselves." Noel was flipping her hair as usual, she had just put a fresh dye in it last night and the color looked more like a dark blue than black.
Gasps came from all around the circle, all eyes came to land on Noel. Even Price was inclined to speak, him usually being the quiet one. "I don't know if you are trying to kid or not, Noel. You know none of us would be caught wearing pastels."
Noel just laughed and looked around at everyone. "Geeze, you all can't take a joke. Yes, I was kidding, why would I even suggest that kind of a thing?"
"To scare the living crap outta us? For a second there I thought that we were losing you to the light side." Bret had said while gently pushing Ashley off his lap. "Well, Ashley and I are going to leave for now."
"But it's only…" I looked at my watch. "Wow, how did it get this late?" I said while still looking at the face of the watch.
"What time is it Jess?" Lindsey used my nickname.
"It's after ten already, and seeing how we got here at seven I don't understand how time flew so fast." I shook my head and looked up, seeing that almost everyone was standing on their feet.
"Crap, my mother is going to kill me." Noel was fussing with her black jacket. Lindsey was pulling her hood over her head and everyone else was getting to leave.
I stood up adjusting my black skirt, making sure that it wasn't caught up. I looked around at everyone. "We going to see each other tomorrow or what?"
"Well, Ashley and I are on a date all day tomorrow." Bret said, holding closely onto Ashley with her biting on his earlobe. Though it looked more like she was a silly kid with braces who just got hooked onto one of his earrings.
"Lindsey and I are going on a shopping trip tomorrow, all of her old jangles aren't fitting anymore. Besides I'm getting my ears pierced another time." Noel had finally gotten her black jacket on and Lindsey seemed ready to go. Noel it seemed was getting her ears pierced for the sixth time, meaning that she would now have five studs. The first time she had her ears stabbed she said that it was too much up keep, and removed the studs two weeks later.
James shook his head, mumbling something about having to help his mother. Unfortunately every Sunday for his whole life James had been forced to go to church with his mother, and him being gay made it even harder to even try and go. He still hadn't told his mother, partially because she found being gay a sin and a crime against God. The whole school knows about him being gay, but no one said a thing, this I made sure of.
Bret and Ashley were just leaving the coffee shop when I said aloud to everyone, "See you all Monday." Everyone turned to me, smiled and began leaving. Price hung around to give me a hug and say, "We'll think of a great costume that will blow their socks off." He winked then left with me following behind.
It may have been only early spring, but already the temperature was failing to warm. Tonight wasn't the best of nights for me to wear a skirt. As I always tell everyone, "God made two things for one reason. One thing is skirts, two is the wind, both equaling in utter disaster." The coffee shop was in the middle of town, downtown as normal people call it, home is my name for the place. My apartment was about seven blocks away, luckily everyone I cared about wasn't far from me, and everyone lived within a two-mile radius of me.
Tonight was dark, mainly because the clouds covered the moon, and very windy. I kept walking towards my home, passing the late night owls who were just heading out, and the day workers just heading in. Up ahead I saw two people who I assumed were a couple. They were making out in the mouth of an alleyway, really close, feeling each other up and panting. This display only made me walk faster, but as I passed them for some reason a light hit the face of the woman. She was beautiful, blonde, blue eyes, bronze skin like she had lain in the sun for her whole life without burning. I passed them, and as the sounds of their lust faded from my ears I unintentionally memorized the woman's face.
I came to my apartment, unlocking the door as quietly as possible I crept to me room, and fell into bed. I looked at the clock, it was ten forty-two, past my curfew but at least I had gotten home safely. Last thing I remember was the fact that I was still fully dressed, shoes and all, and then I was out like a light.