"Since your father is away," Sophie smiles with mischief, "you're totally allowed to do whatever you want, right?"
Hanna sips her chocolate milk. "I think so."
The English teenager gleefully claps her hand, causing Hanna to look at Sophie. "Great! What say we go to that Friday party everyone's been talking about, where alcohol is involved! And tons of cute boys. Jose's coming. Oh! Even his cousin, Feliciano."
Sophie smiles with a knowing look at Hanna, "Rumor has it Feliciano's been asking about you." The English teenager pops a French fry in her mouth, "F.Y.I that boy is one tough nut to crack, if you know what I mean. For years, Paula tried asking him out but he just wouldn't budge. Paula's a romantic."
Hanna grabs a fry from the plate. The girls were in a fast-food restaurant. Sophie had skipped lunch during school and dragged Hanna along when she had spotted her in the school's hallway at the end of school hours. But, it wasn't like Hanna had some place to go. The German girl enjoys the company of the English teenager, very much.
"I don't know what you said or did to that boy, but he's like a lovesick puppy now. Maybe he likes it rough, like, BDSM, Femdom, and rough kinky stuff." The English teenager winks at her German friend and offers her a French fry. Hanna happily takes the fry, not exactly sure what candy Sophie was talking about. BDSM… Femdom… Kinky…?
"So?" Sophie asks with expectance. "Wanna come or what?"
"Okay," says the blonde girl, continuing to sip her chocolate milk. Hanna really likes it whenever Sophie's eyes would smile whenever Hanna would agree to do things with Sophie. It made Hanna want to… be closer to the English girl.
It was finally Friday, and Hanna and Sophie were getting ready to go to the big party. Sophie's parents aren't aware of such a late gathering, because Sophie's dad would have a fuss about it and would, then, not allow Sophie to go. It was too much of a bother to tell the parents, so that's why Sophie and Hanna were going to sneak out.
"I don't know why I'm doing this, you're going to steal all the best men off of me." Sophie says while applying makeup on Hanna. "Maybe even Jose would not want me anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"Though quite frankly I don't need more digits than I've got right now." Sophie brags, maybe telling the truth – maybe not. "Tons. Tons and tons of boys' cellular digits."
Hanna watches herself in the mirror on Sophie's desk. Black ink over here eyes, strange thick substance over her lips… Almost a woman, but it doesn't look right on her. She licks the lipstick and sees her true lips, "It's like paint."
"Don't lick it off." Sophie nags, her eyes lingering on Hanna's lips.
She finishes Hanna's face and looks at her in the mirror, "You're pretty. You know that?" Sophie says, fully examining Hanna. Sophie did like her work, but personally and deep inside of her, she liked Hanna without the makeup. However, she quietly admires her amateur makeup work and Hanna's prettiness.
"Am I?" Hanna asks, still staring at the stranger in the mirror.
"Of course you are." Sophie states matter of factly, "You've got pretty eyes and you're tall. I always wanted to be tall. If you were a man, I might fancy you." The brunette laughs, joking possibly – Sophie wasn't sure.
"I'm not a man," replies Hanna seriously. Sophie laughs even more, while walking towards her closet.
"Does your wardrobe only consist of big Djellaba and orange jumpsuits?" Sophie looks with disgust at Hanna's attire. "It's a lot like you're screaming 'off-limits' to the boys." The brunette looks through her closet, catching Hanna's confuse stare. "You know. Like quail or lesbo. Muff muncher or kitten charmer."
Hanna briefly glances at her orange sleeves then at Sophie, mildly puzzled, "What?"
After fitting Hanna into a much better looking attire, Sophie called her friend, Susan, to pick up her for the party. Susan – an English teenager with dyed black hair and neon rainbow highlights with an attitude to match it – arrived at Sophie's neighborhood with a shiny, new vehicle. Hanna thought the vehicle could not hold more than two people, but it turns out that it could.
They were certainly in the car, driving around the corners here and there – slowly reaching their destination. Hanna could not follow the English girls' conversation. So, the pale teenager decided to play with the buttons on the door. She was surprised when the glass went down into the door, and Hanna felt the wind blowing.
"Your blondie mate, did her mum dropped her on her noggin, or something?" Susan asked, while glancing at her car mirror to see the German girl closing her eyes and genuinely enjoying the car wind. Like some mental person.
Sophie was applying a bit of cherry lip-gloss, "She's like that Brian kid in Tech class. Homeschooled." The brunette didn't like how Susan was belittling Hanna, but Sue was her BFF since middle school. Sophie changed the subject, "Say, your dad bought a new car?"
Susan smiles, "Yeah, you like? I quite think he won't mind me taking it for a spin tonight." The girl sharply turns a corner, knowing that the party was near because the sound of electronic music was slowly growing louder.
"Sue, you deviant!" Sophie laughs, smacking her lips to spread her cherry substance all across her lips. The brunette casts a quick glance to her friend in the backseat. Hanna was still enjoying the night's warm air, her hair blowing back from the wind. Sophie rolls her eyes.
They had arrived. Cars were parked all down the street. The house that was containing the party was colorful with bright rays of light and loud music, people were scattered everywhere on the massively large, well-cut lawn. It was obvious that the party not only had high schoolers but college students. Sophie didn't even know the person who was hosting the party, but she did know that the house was fucking huge.
"Oh, my bleeding Jesus." Sophie gaps, looking out the window. It was like a world event with all the neon lights. Just the front lawn was like five acres, at best guess. The teenager parked on the curb, away from most of the cars. Her excitement heightens with the thrill of disobedience.
Susan was also speechless with the mansion, but shrugged it off, grinning excitedly. "Sophie, have you got your cell? Keep it on at all times, if you feel like leaving. But, hear good, hey? I'll beat you if you ruin my intimate time with the boys." The English friends exchange mischievous smiles.
"Lets fucking party!"
