I am currently on my way to Gretchen's.
I dunno what happened to her but she actually invited me over to watch a horror movie…something about a new one that just came out and she kinda streamed it or something…she had me at new and horror so I didn't bother to listen to all of the details.
However, as Gretchen is normally not the biggest fan of horror or blood lusty movies, I smell something fishy about this…
on the other hand she might be still pitying me and decided to spend some quality time with me and a good film.
I might hate being pitied but I'm always a goner for horror.
Its quite a warm and beautiful day today, so I decided to walk over to her house…I also am wearing my absolute favourite pyjama pants (and yes I AM walking through the city in my pyjama pants) and about three tons of snacks.
If we gonna watch horror, we gonna do it right.
Super comfy clothes and a LOT of fattening food. THAT'S how mama likes it.
I arrive at Gretchen's house about a quarter hour later …
I tell you…I'm so out of form…IM SWEATING from WALKING.
…and the first thing I notice is that Vince's car is parked in front of it.
Which is kind of weird but hey, maybe Gretchen is even luckier than usual and she got herself not only the only A on last's test but also FINALLY a boyfriend.
Which might also explain why we are REALLY watching a horror movie, cause Vince is also quite the fan.
She could've given me a heads up tho.
I am about to walk over to her 'beautiful' door and make myself known,
Yes. Beautiful. I have to mention that because GOD BEWARE I don't and her mum finds out.
The door is always, and I mean ALWAYS decorated differently. Don't ask me why, and especially not why a door is so important to BE decorated in the first place, but that's the way the Grundler family rolls.
…but before I even get the chance to ring (today the bell is a flower covered pink button), Gretchen storms out, grabs my hand and pulls me in with such force I nearly topple over.
She must be highly anticipating that movie. Girl, I feel you.However, when I get pushed upstairs and into her room,
not without yelling how BEAUTIFUL the door is today over to her mother of course(Cant say I ain't a good guest NOW Gretch. ),
I'm not greeted with an elongated couch and a lot of pillows ready for a movie night.
INSTEAD I see a horrendous amount of clothes, make up, and a kinda uncomfy looking Vince who is holding a rack of different Bras.
A LOT of different Bras.
Uh-oh."As you might realized now, we are not going to watch a horror movie."
I figured. Would have been to good to be true.
Gretchen obviously notices my puppy eyes, but decides to continue anyways.
Cold hearted person, you."You my dear, are going to attend a party."
"a WHAT ?"
"A party, Spinelli. And you are going to enjoooooy it."
Why on earth does Gretchen smirk like that right now ? AND WHY do I have to go to a PARTY ? I'm in the mood for people being ripped apart and shedding abnormal amounts of blood while still surviving. Not some people puking because they overdosed. That's lame. I want my dead people.
"Will you stop pouting Spinelli. Its half as bad as you think."
"Not even Vince thinks so. Look at him. He looks as if he was just sentenced to lifelong imprisonment."
"Well…he might be a bit down because he had to go shopping with me today."
. .I give him a feeling look, and he answers me with a designated nod.
God lord, that boy is broken now.
I guess no one survives Gretchen when she's shopping.
Noone.
Not even super trained Vince.
Even tho I would have placed my bet in favour of him when asked…he is the only one who has enough stamina to be able to keep up with this crazy woman as soon as she hears "shopping". Well, glad I didn't cause I'd obviously have lost.
Vince, you are weak.
"Alright" Gretchen says and looks over to the poor thing called Vince.
"Lets begin ?"
"Whatever you say Gretch. You are the one with the plan"
A plan ? WHAT PLAN ? I HATE PLANS.
At least when I'm not the one making them.I clear my throat significantly, to show Gretchen that I SO want to know what's going on.
She however has the decency to completely ignore that and smile sweetly at Vince.
And good lord I guess he is over the Drama of the shopping trip because that moment he sits up straight and smiles back at her with an even sweeter smile.
God those two are EW.
How can two people be so in love with each other.
That's just awkward.
I'm glad I'm never like that.
Which looks pretty funny considering he is still holding the rack of Bras.
Well never mind that.
I clear my throat again, just to make sure they don't forget I'm here and wait for them to look at me.
Which they are taking their time with.
The question why I'm not yet running away using the moment of utter EW to avoid having to go to the party is simply answered with:
I have nothing to do tonight anyways, and a bit of alcohol might not be such a bad idea considering my situation. And I'm sure Gretchen is at least nice enough that she avoids going to a party where Mr. and Mrs. TJ are.
So why not.
What I do NOT expect however (yes, call me naive) is that all the makeup and clothing is meant for me.
The Bras included.
I would feel awkward that Vince actually holds my to-be underwear but he is to busy looking with wonder at Gretchen whirling around me and getting me 'ready' that I just cant.
I mean I doubt he even realize that they are going to hold my boobs in place later.
He's WAY over Gretchen, I bet you could walk around naked I front of him and he would still not notice.
Hah, young love.
As soon as Gretchen is done, and I mean as LATE as she is done, she brings me over to her mirror. Which is actually just a wall with at least ten mirrors put together to form a three x two reflection…zone. Just call it zone.
And I have to admit, I look good.
Which I actually really hoped after she forced me to put on hundreds of different outfits, made my hair felt 20 times and spent good an hour to put on some foundation.
Don't ask how long the other stuff took.
Vince himself has disappeared through the hours, claiming he has to prepare.
What he had to prepare was left open, and I highly doubt that he was planning on under going a procedure close to mine.
He also admitted to me (while Gretchen was on the toilet) that he only stayed because Gretchen feared I would fight back.
Dunno where she would get that idea from.
He adds that he was actually glad I didn't because he was already getting sore from all the bags he had to carry in the afternoon…
That boy isn't even together with Gretch yet and ALREADY whipped.
Lets have a moment of silence for that poor soul.To get back to what Gretchen turned me into.
She went FINALLY with a really short shir…dress, pardon she calls it a dress, and some of the coolest stockings I've ever seen. No idea where she found them but I'm hella glad she did.
Pure black net stockings, with little skulls all over them.
Can't say she didn't hit my style with that.
They fit perfectly with the long shirt (There's just no way you can call it a dress) which is a dark shade of burgundy with a hollowed out waist…in the form of a skull.
The shirt itself was an "Aline" or "A-line" something…I dunno what exactly that means but Gretchen insisted that I know.
And no denial here, I ABSOLUTELY loved what she did.
The only problem I have are the shoes she is making me wear, some plateau high heels with spikes.
NOT that I don't absolutely think they look cool, especially cause I think I can also use them as a weapon if a boy is annoying at coming party, but because I look like a stork as soon as I try to walk.
Which is why I am forced to walk up and down her room right now with her giving me orders on how to move.
If I wasn't as thankful as I am because I can actually keep the stockings without having to pay them, I would REALLY feel like hitting her.
"STOP staring at your legwear, and keep your head held high! How do you think it looks like if you slouch around like that ?"
HARD.
When we finally arrive at the party, which takes place at Vince's house, I feel like I have at least run a marathon in those damn shoes. To my surprise I don't have blisters and my feet do not hurt.
Kinda unreal if you consider that they make me grow about an inch and don't look as comfy as they are.
Instead of loud and blaring music a well as Strobo lights, I am greeted with a calmer atmosphere, with no music (yet?) and very dimmed lights.
Both things super unusual for a party made by Vince.
I do have the immediate guess that they plan a 'party' which is actually going to be séance to finally grant my wish to use an Ouija board and see if its really as haunted as they say, but knowing Gretchen I doff off that idea as soon as it comes. It would explain the dimmed lights tho. On the other hand, it might be better if we really didn't do a séance, cause I have seen thousands of movies about it.
I might be ready to experience a piece of plastic moving around on a board, but not to die yet.
I want to see MONSTERBEARD vs. PIRANHAHEAD before dying cause a cursed demonic presence despised the idea of teens playing medium.
After that, feel free to count me in.
There are also not many people there yet, and I guess that's the TRUE explanation to why there's no music yet. We are simply to early.
Or Vince had the strict instructions from Grundler the domina to wait and let here choose.
"Hey Spin, hey Gretch…ah…how…ahm…are you…uh"
Just when talking…thinking…about the devil, Vince walks around the corner and welcomes us.
Well more of stutters a greeting…or a welcome or whatever he planned to say before he saw Gretchen.
If you think she worked wonders on me, you should see her.
Hugging her every curve, a tight petrol dress covered…well the most important parts of her body.
Her hair was kept in simple waves, and she had applied some very skilled eyeliner.
All in all, she looked like on of those Victoria's secret models.
And Vince fell for it.
I swear to god if those two don't get together after tonight I will kill them.
Noticing that, right now would be a very bad time to hug Vince hello, I made my way over to the bar, that was gladly already set.
Thinking that it might not yet be the time to throw in some tequila shots, I settle for the punch bowl that is in the middle of the table and fill my glass right to the top.
Might not be tequila, but I do by no means intend to go easy on the liquor today.
That's what losing your best friend to your worst enemy does to you.
I'm about to get myself another glass of punch (which is incredibly delicious btw) when I'm suddenly startled by a loud bump, and following music.
Gladly my glass was already empty, as I would have felt the need to kick whoevers ass (Vince's) who turned on the music that immediate
. No one likes to have punch over there dress. Even if its really good punch.
From the start of the dance music however, I take the wild guess that Vince and Gretchen have finally managed to tear apart from ogling each other and managed to decide which music to play.
I also was right about Gretchen having had Vince wait with the choice of music, just saying. SO the domina.
Anyways, time to say to Mr. Housparty as well.
"VINCE"
"SPINELLI"
"GLAD TO SEE YOU MAN I MISSED YOU"
"ME TOO THOSE TWO HOURS WITHOUT U ? REPUGNANT"
"HORRIFIC"
"HEINDOUS"
"LOATHSOME"
"DETESTABLE"
"EXECRATIVE"
"WORSE THAN SHARKNADO"
"Alright man, don't overdo it"
We only get a unbelieving look and a designated sight from Gretchen while hugging and keep telling us how incredibly we missed each other.
Which is a daily occurrence, mostly in front of Gretchen because it kind of annoys her.
Well what can I say, its just fun to see her facepalm every time we have our "who can manage to find more negative words Gretchen would use" match.
After this tradition is done and over with, he actually compliments me on my outfit, and says that he is sure that my evening is going to be a success. With an evil kind of smirk in Gretchen's direction, which I cant interpret and therefore choose to ignore.
Who knows what's going on in his head right now.
I mean Gretchen's secret Angel is standing right next to him.
Remembering that my glass is still empty, and people are beginning to flood in through the door, I again make my way over to the bar and claim as much punch as I can get.
If I get pissed, I might as well get pissed on delicious punch. The hangover might be worse than a vodka hangover but who cares now, am I right ?
I'm even considering snitching the bowl and hiding it so I have a nightlong supply.
Before I can steal the glass bowl away however, a girl comes over and asks me if I could move so she can have some too.
Considering that I'm already feeling a little tipsy I throw away the though of pushing her away and running off with my punchbowl, and decide to socialise with the few people I know from my school.
Maybe I can convince them that the punch is GROSS as hell and save more for me that way.
