Aaron [ap-ol-lo]

My hair is still the colour of the fricking sun.

I was planning on attending Danny's party with slightly darker hair, but no. For some sick reason, my hair refuses to change colour. Maybe I should just wear a hat from now on.

I steal into my sister's room and look around her things. Look, I don't wear hats. I've never considered wearing one until now. I feel a tad creepy going through her wardrobe, like I'm some stalker, but I find an eskimo hat with flappy ears. If anyone asks, I'll just say it's a new style statement.

Jesus, I sounded like Alexandria just there.

So, wearing a Hollister shirt, surf shorts and converse, complete with the hat, I picked up my car keys and got ready to drive to Danny's. The outfit looks a bit strange but as long as the blonde is covered, I'm all good.

It's only when I stopped at a red light and looked at myself in a shop window that I saw how ridiculous I looked.

Ava [at-he-na]

Danny's townhouse is packed by the time I get there. As soon as I entered the hallway, I knew this was going to be eventful. People were already passed out on the stairs, and it was barely ten o'clock.

"AVA, AVA, AVA!" the boys from the swim team chanted when they saw me. I raised my hand in greeting and found my way to the kitchen, where Danny was lining up rows of shots.

"Got enough there, Danny?" I asked him.

Danny winked. "I never have enough." Clearing his throat, he stood up and leapt onto the kitchen counter. Everyone in the kitchen turned to look at him.

"My good people! Here we stand on the brink of a party revolution!" he shouted. "My parents – as fickle as they are- have left the house keys in my possession for the next forty eight hours. This means I am in charge of this house. As father of this house, I declare this weekend to be two nights of alcoholic CARNAGE!" In reply, everyone cheered. Danny waved a hand, shushing them. "As well as house keys, I happen to have my father's liquor collection on hand. Martinis, Bellinis, vodka, beer, tequila, sambuca, any beverage that destroys your liver is available to your heart's content. So drink up, dance, sing, have sex, do whatever you want because this is MY HOUSE and I know this house needs a good HOUSEWARMING!"

Everyone screamed and clapped. The party had officially commenced.

"Nice hat, dude!"

"Jesus, Aaron.. get dressed in the dark?"

I turned and saw Aaron weaving his way through the crowd, wearing a hat that I assumed to belong to his sister. It was the most horrendous outfit I'd ever seen, but he managed to look quite cute in it.

"Hey Ava," he said, patting me on the back in welcome. He eyed the shots that Danny had made and took two.

"Wow, you're going for it tonight," I joked. Aaron laughed.

"Dude, one of them's for you."

Nate [nar-cis-sus]

Man, I look good tonight. I mean, I'd stepped out my apartment knowing that. But tonight, the looks of the girls near me just confirm it. They couldn't resist. But no, none of them were worth the effort to get them naked. I could give a girl a drink, ask her if she wanted to hang out, go upstairs and do the damn thing, but the ones I can see... wouldn't touch them with a foot long flag pole.

I saw Aaron and resisted the urge to laugh in his face. That hat looked hilarious. You'd never catch me wearing a thing like that.

Anyway, back to these girls.

Just no.

I've had girlfriends before, I'm not picky. But I have standards. My longest relationship has been... three weeks. Believe me, that was a long time.

Now there is a beauty.

Alexandria.

Fuuuck, she's hot. I noticed her talking to Ava. Her hair was as golden as ever, matching her skin. Her tanned legs were on full show, thanks to the tiny denim shorts she'd chosen to wear. Someone needs to give Daisy Duke her shorts back.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and glanced in my direction, fleetingly.

Fleetingly.

I made no impact.

No way, Nate doesn't go for that. In a room, I make an impact on everyone.

Doing my best swagger, I made my way towards her, ignoring the groupies I have behind me. I cleared my throat and she turned.

"How's it going Alexandria?"

Even saying her name was nice.

"It's going alright Nate, yourself?"

"I'm good, I'm good.. fancy a drink?"

Alexandria looked at Ava, who gave her a look. It was a look that said "don't even think about it." Alexandria bit her lip. "Maybe later, Nate."

I frowned. She had just rejected me. What the fuck?

"Come on, one shot," I tried again. Ava held her hands up the air. Fine, but you're getting no help from me if this goes wrong. Your funeral.

"Alright, one shot," Alexandria answered. I grinned. "Awesome! Come with me, there's a huge selection."

"Only one Nate. Then you can go slime over someone else."

She wouldn't have just one though. Girls like her, they're all talk.