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I looked at my tall figure in the large mirror examining for any flaws which I would need to get rid of before Patrick picks me up for his friend's Bob's party. You could say I was quite excited to go to the party seeing as I was gonna meet Patrick's friends and step-sister. I have to admit I spent a bit longer than I usually would have if I was going out to a party. Patrick already told me that it's not fancy or anything, just casual but I still wanted to look good tonight. This evening was meant to be all about enjoying myself before I start high school in Pittsburgh. I didn't know whether to look forward to it or not but I guess I've got Patrick and hopefully I'll get to know more people tonight.
I twirled in the mirror for the last time before grabbing my purse and shoving all my crap into it. I went down and put my shoes on and sat on the bottom of the stairs awaiting Patrick's arrival. Quickly the distorted form of Patrick approached my door and I opened right as he was about to press the bell. This apparently seemed to be very amusing to the guy in the dark green shirt and jeans standing in my doorway. He looked great. The outfit would normally be very, very casual but something about Patrick made it look just right for the occasion.
"Someone's eager to go." He smirked slightly before noticing my outfit which I had picked out earlier today. Ok, fine, maybe I've been trying to decide what to wear ever since he told me about the party but that doesn't mean he has to know. His eyes scanned my body and I felt slight nervousness as he did this.
"You're late." I said smiling up at him with a teasing look in my eye.
"Well excuse me princess, some of us take longer than others to look this fab." He joked back. That's what I really liked about Patrick. Unlike many people he knew how to take a joke and joke back in a similar teasing manner.
"Careful, you never know when your head's gonna get too big from those lies you tell yourself." I laughed slightly at the end letting him know I was still messing around.
"My head is the perfect size thank you very much. It's yours you should be worried about, I've barely known you two weeks and I can already see a difference."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." That put our little mockery to an end. By this time we were already in the car and on our way to Bob's. Patrick decided not to play any music because the drive there was short and he wasn't too bothered about it.
"So, this party, what's it going to be like?" I pondered. I thought about it a lot over the last two days. Patrick mentioned that Bob only wanted to throw the party so that he had an excuse to get high with people so maybe that's what we'll do. But he also said that it's gonna be a little tribute party because of the end of summer and the beginning of hell.
"Well I guess there will probably be drugs, Bob's favourite thing to do. Or if a good song comes on there might also be some dancing. And if we choose to join Bob in his hobby we might end up doing a lot of crazy shit." Patrick replied.
The car pulled up and the engine stopped in front of a large white house. I could hear some music already. Hopefully there were already some people there because I really hate arriving first.
"By the way, you look great tonight." Patrick's compliment caused me to blush slightly but I quickly recovered myself by saying, "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." We got out of the car and walked up to the large door of the beautiful house. Patrick rang the doorbell four times before someone, who I guess was Bob, opened the door.
"Aaahh! Patrick! Long time no see! How have you been, man?" the guy came out of the door way and threw himself onto Patrick and kind of hugged him with one arm. The action of the clearly drunk/high guy however took him by surprise causing him to slightly lose balance. Luckily, he was quickly able to regain it by gently pushing the guy off him. I laughed at the image of skinny Patrick getting mauled over by this fairly big guy. "And who is this beautiful, admirable and beautiful creature. I don't believe we've met."
"Bob, you said beautiful twice…" Patrick stated trying to hold his laughter in as he looked at the stoned state of his friend.
"Will you marry me?" Bob asked directing his gaze back to mine after scoffing at Patrick's previous statement.
"Bob stop harassing the poor girl! Patrick! Finally, we thought you two would never get here." The voice of came from the hall and my eyes snapped to the slim figure of a very pretty girl.
"Well this diva was taking time to get ready apparently." I said pointing to Patrick. The girl in the hall smiled at my little joke and laughed at Patrick's glare which was directed towards me. "I'm Jo, by the way." I said with a little wave.
"Jo! Yes I've heard a lot about you, I'm Sam, Patrick's step-sister. Anyway let's get inside." She grabbed my wrist and started to guide me inside with Patrick following us.
"Sam, will you marry me instead then?" Bob's slurred voice rang out from behind us.
"You already asked me last year Bob, the answer's still the same." Sam called out to the person who was dragging himself behind Patrick.
I found myself in a dimmed living room with about 15 other people. Some were dancing, but not many, most were sitting on the sofa or the floor smoking, drinking, laughing. As we walked in some guy stood up and began to walk in our direction. He walked up to Patrick and they did the one arm guy hug, then he stood next to Sam and slid his arm around her waist.
"Jo, this is Charlie. Charlie, this is Jo." Patrick introduced us.
"As in Jo from the music store?" Charlie questioned.
"Yes the Jo from the music store."
"I guess I'm Jo from the music store." I laughed with the rest of the group.
"Hey, I'm gonna get us some drinks, be right back." Patrick went off leaving me with Sam and I guess her boyfriend Charlie.
"So did you just move here?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah, from California."
"I've been there once. The beach was just beautiful. Are you joining our lovely school then?" The sarcasm in Sam's voice made me laugh.
"I guess so. My parents haven't told me where I'm going exactly yet but I think it's the closest school to where we live."
"That's great. Well I'm gonna go and dance with this handsome guy over here, hope you enjoy your night." She took Charlie's hand and pulled him towards where a few other people were already dancing.
"Here you are, milady" Patrick held out a glass with some kind of pink drink in his hand.
"Thank you, milord. May I ask what this is?" I inspected the pink liquid carefully.
"To be honest with you, I have no idea. Bob would know, he probably mixed 5 different drinks to make this. Come on, I want you to meet everyone else." We walked towards the sofa where some people were already drinking the strange pink beverage.
"Guys, this is Jo. Jo this is everyone." He said and pointed to everyone. We sat down and he began to tell me everyone's names. "That's Mary Elizabeth and her boyfriend, Peter. They've been together for some time now but I'm not sure it's gonna last with that girl. That's Alice. And you've already met Sam, Charlie and Bob. The rest of the people are probably Bob's friends but I have no idea who they are."
Right at that moment Bob decided to offer everyone some brownies which he apparently baked himself. I guess it was a miracle he didn't burn the house down with how high he already was. I grabbed two brownies and quickly ate the first one. I took a mouthful of my drink to wash-down the brownie before proceeding to do the same with my other one. I noticed Mary Elizabeth looking in my direction with an amused look. I gave her a confused look.
"This is gonna be a repeat of what happened to Charlie last year." Of course I had no idea what happened to Charlie but everyone else seemed to find it funny. I smiled at everyone and stood up to get another drink.
Six brownies and four glasses of Bob's 'Pink Lemonade' I was pretty drunk. And also quite high. My vision was becoming a bit blurry too. "Why would Bob name his drink 'Pink Lemonade'? It's weird."
I liked his brownies though. "Mmm… those brownies." I grabbed another one off the plate he put on the table at the beginning of the evening. The music pumped through my ears and everybody watched me carefully as I nodded my head to the music. I had spread myself out on the sofa and my head ended up on Patrick's lap whilst the rest of my body was on Bob, Sam and Charlie. Other people including Mary Elizabeth and Peter sat on the sofa opposite us and watched me with interest. Apparently whatever I was saying was funny because everyone was laughing. Mary Elizabeth found my behaviour really entertaining because I heard some people mention that she had been crying of laughter. I finished what I guessed was my 7th brownie and put my head back on Patrick's lap. I noticed that Patrick had a huge grin on his face.
"Bob! Do you have ice cream? Tell me you have ice cream. I would really love some ice cream." I whined. This caused everyone to laugh once again. Mary Elizabeth muttered something but the only words I managed to understand were 'Charlie' and 'milkshake'.
"I'll check the freezer." He said with a large smile. He moved my legs off him so that he could get off the sofa but placed them back on Charlie's legs before leaving. I began playing with Patrick's hair to pass time until Bob came back. I curled one strand around my finger. Soon Bob came back with a large tub of strawberry ice cream.
"Oh my gosh, you are my new best friend!" I exclaimed as I sat up and claimed the cold box and a spoon from his hands. My declaration resulted in another wave of laughter from my audience. I pulled the lid off the ice cream box and gathered a spoonful of ice cream before shoving it all into my mouth.
"Wis is wovewy" I said which cause everyone to erupt in amusement once more. I then proceeded to swallow some of the ice cream which didn't end up well. "Ooww, brain freeze." I moaned grabbing my head.
"We should probably get you to bed." Patrick said. I placed the box of ice cream in Sam's lap and laid down once again. I stared up into Patrick's eyes. It was quite clear that I had lost control over my actions when my hands suddenly found themselves on Patrick's face and pushing his hair back, causing him to look straight down at me. "Patrick, I am not going anywhere. You cannot make me." I said before I stuck out my tongue at him and let go of his head. "Bobby, do you have a pool?" I said batting my eyelashes at him. Like I said, I had no idea what caused me to act like this and I was not acting like I usually would.
"No, but my neighbours do." Bob replied with an evil look in his eyes. I already had a vague idea of what he was suggesting. And I was totally up for it.