I stood at the door awkwardly, waiting for AJ to come. I'd braided my hair into a fishtail, but loose stands of it were curling softly round my face. I was wearing a hot-pink tee, black skinny jeans and pink converse, looking proper retro. I looked in the mirror, surprised at myself. I didn't see Toni Jackson, the everyday, tomboy side. No, I saw Toni Jackson, the feminine side. I heard a knock at the door, and almost ran to get it.

There he was. My best friend. AJ. He looked amazing. He was wearing a black polo shirt and jeans, but they were smarter than his usual attire. His floppy brown hair was in his face, his fringe sloping across his forehead. I smiled at him.

"Ready to go?" He asked me. "Oh, and mom wanted me to ask if you wanna sleep over ours tonight."

I know what you're thinking, you creepy twisted freaky perverts. I've slept round his since I was four. So I nodded. "Let's go." We walked to the elevator, where there was a few people standing in there. AJ and I locked eyes, doing one of our tricks to freak people out. Simultaneously, we backed away from the people, declaring, "You're one of them!" Oh, the funny looks we got.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, right. AJ led me to his car. His car. I didn't know he had a car! It was an expensive one too – only a bloody Porsche! Well, when your mom is a kleptomaniac charmspeaker...and you inherit the gift...Wow. I climbed in the passenger side whilst AJ drove his swanky new car to Sienna's. As much as I hate the girl, well, at least I had AJ.

Music was blaring from...speakers? They'd really gone all out on this. Streamers hung from the front door. I rolled my eyes to AJ (I seem to be doing that a lot) as we stepped inside. It was like a mass of bodies dancing everywhere and bowls of punch and stuff like that. I'm not really into parties. But then I saw a golden opportunity. A girl stood chatting with her friends, about 10 metres away. She had light orange hair pulled into a bun with little stands coming out of it. She was wearing a belly-top and a miniskirt, looking a proper tart. Not to mention the makeup – eyebrows thickly drawn on, fake eyelashes, bright lipstick. I stormed up to her. "MEGAN!" I yelled. She turned to me. I punched her in the nose, hard, until I heard the satisfying crack of her nose breaking. She stared at me angrily. "What the ****!" She swore. I breathed heavily. "That was for AJ!" AJ thumped his head against the wall, muttering 'idiot'. I laughed. AJ took my arm and dragged me around, until we spotted our friends.

I'll give you a not-so-short description of them. There's Sarah, a freckly ginger girl, Mike, the blond surfer dude, Jake, the curly-haired one, Logan, the one-with-the-side-fringe (he does hair-flips, so awesome), Jamie, the brunette and Logan's girlfriend, Toby, the weird one and Julius and Julia, the prankster twins. We all socialized (duh) and joked around together as the music blared. Then...We can't stop came on. I locked eyes with AJ and grinned. He smirked at me handsomel – NOTHING. If someone reads this journal now, I'm DEAD. Anyways... our dancing is fit. Twerking, moonwalks, the whole package.

We snuck out. Me and AJ. The party was getting boring – the punch was spiked, the music was on a loop and everyone was getting hammered. No thanks. So we wandered round the streets of Manhattan aimlessly, chatting. It was strangely nice to be alone. I mean, we're always accompanied by the gang. But now, here, was so much nicer. Yet there was tension too. None of us really wanted to bring up the party because of Megan. I tapped my foot on the pavement (?) as we walked. I finally managed to make out the faint outline of his house. I pointed to it, as AJ was clearly oblivious that we were already at his home. I dragged him slowly towards it and knocked on the door (the idiot had forgot his keys). Auntie Piper answered. "You're home early!" She remarked, letting us in. AJ smiled at his laid-back mom (if only my mom was like that). "Yeah, we ditched the party."

"Really?" I commented. "I thought we were still there."

Auntie Piper smiled at me. "You're just as sarcastic as your dad was." She told me. I raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, thanks?" I tried. Auntie Piper waved it off and invited us in, welcoming us with warm blankets, hot chocolate and a crackling fire. I took all of this gratefully and snuggled up on the couch, watching old Disney movies. It was bliss. There was a sentimental air about us. I felt my eyes droop, and I leant on AJ as I drifted into the treacherous world of sleep.

Can a girl and a guy be best friends? Sure.