Disclaimer: i Don't Own. This is a 2 parter again the second half is orginaly named Live Life Loud By Hawk nelson

PPPPAAARRRRTTTYYYY By Justice

I waved to Dave as he pulled the car around the side of the house after dropping me off at the front door. I pushed my key into the door and pushed it open as a loud rev burned my ear drums. I turned my body ninety degrees and glanced behind me, at the bottom of my driveway stood a red motorbike equipped with driver and matching helmet. I chuckled at the unsteady human that turned off the bike and swung their leg over the side before reaching up to pull off the helmet. Long dark locks fell out as Carmen took off her head wear and placed it on the seat, throwing up the keys and catching them in midair before stuffing them into the pocket of her jeans. She had a smug smirk as she walked up my driveway like she owned the world.

"So you smoke and ride a motorbike, get into a lot of bar fights too, or is that too bad ass for you?" I asked with a raise of my eyebrow.

"No, but I do have a tattoo, but your gonna have to find it." She replied and I rolled my eyes, stepping into the house, holding the door open for Carmen to follow.

"It's not my bike actually, I stole it from Aiden."

"Why would you do that?" I asked, shutting the door.

"You seemed like you'd be the kind of girl impressed by shiny vehicles."

"So your out to impress me?" I said, tossing my purse on the couch nearest to me.

"I might be." She replied and smiled at me. I walked into the kitchen, Carmen in tail, unfortunately my mother sat at the kitchen table reading some glamour rag she subscribes to every month.

"Ashley, your home." She said, looking up from the pages of her magazine.

"Wow Christine, you have such a keen eye for detail." I said sarcastically.

"Is that any way to act in front of our guest?" She said, walking over to Carmen.

"Hello dear, are you a friend of Kyla's?"

"Mom!" I snapped at her.

"No I'm a friend of Ashley's." Carmen said and immediately her expression changed.

"Oh, well just have her out of the house in the morning, your father's coming home tomorrow and we don't need your 'friends' here for that now do we?" She barked at me before leaving the room as if it were quarantined.

"Sorry about her."

"No problem, I have a dad like that." She replied she a shrug.

"So is there reason you came over here, I mean other that the fact your stalking me?" I asked, chuckling lightly.

"I actually wanted to know if you wanted to go to this club tonight, Grey's, you ever been?"

"No, I was wanting to go though so sure, sounds like fun." I agreed with a smile.

'Alright, I'll pick you up at eight." She agreed. "With the motorbike?"

"If you want."

"I do, you seem to know my love for shiny vehicles." I smiled at her and we walked toward the door.

"You've got yourself a deal Davies. See you in a few." She nodded to me and let herself out…I need to find my club clothes!!


I fixed my hair, pulling the last few strands into place. I'm not an priss like Kyla, but I do like to look good. I smiles at my outfit, a pair of white shorts, matching vest, that showed off the perfect amount of bra beneath it. Like most my outfits, underwear is the main actuation. I grabbed my purse and glanced at the clock, 7:56, Carmen should be here any minute. I thought to my self, hopping down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Kyla asked, a snotty voice as always, as she sat on the couch.

"I'm going out. Looks like you, as always, have nothing to do on a Friday night, unless theres a boy waiting in your room." I returned, sitting at the arm a couch opposite her.

"Gonna go shack up with some chick you don't know for the night then?"

"Better, going to a club to bring one home." I rolled my eyes, the sound of the door bell ringing through the echoing house. I stood up and walked over to the door.

"Just make sure she's out by eight dad's flight comes in at nine." Kyla yelled from her spot on the couch as I opened the door. Carmen stood before me in a pair of black skinny jeans and a light blue band tee.

"Ready?"

"More that you know." I replied with a smile, leaving the house and shutting the door behind me. We walked down the drive way to Aiden's bike parked at the bottom.

"Helmet." She said handing it to me and I whined.

"But my hair."

"It's your hair or your life." She replied, putting on the head protector.

"I'll take my chances."

"But we wouldn't wanting you scratching that gorgeous face. Put it on." She demanded with a smile and did as told, letting her swing her leg over before I did myself, straddling the machine. Carmen kicked up to kickstand and started it up, shooting down the road. My arms snaked around her waist an I held on tight, my slight fear of moving fast on a motorbike or anything that wasn't enclosed began to kick in. After a five minute drive we pulled into the parking lot of a loud and crowded club. I slipped of the bike and took of the helmet, fixing my hair very quickly. Carmen chuckled at me and took my hand pulling me toward the entrance. She smiled to the bouncer and he opened the door for us, allowing us to pass a long line of waiting men and women. We went to the bar and Carmen smiled to the bartender.

"Kat, this is Ashley. Ashley, this is my aunt Kat."

"Nice to meet you." We said to each other and the spiky haired woman brought us some drinks.

"Come on." Carmen slip her hand into mine slyly and directed up to a booth in the back where Aiden was getting cozy with a girl that was on the cheerleading squad.

"Ew…Aiden you brought your sister?"

"Not a chance I'd even want to be around you Barbie. I just came over to trade keys." Carmen handed her brother a ring of keys and he did the same.

"I'll see you at home." Aiden smiled and winked at me, I nearly gagged. Once more I was guided through the club to a table. I drank from my drink and smiled to Carmen.

"Alright, I'm ready to dance!" I exclaimed with a grin, taking the lead now I pulled my dark haired friend on to the dance floor and let my body sway with the music, allowing Carmen's hands to hold my hips, her own grinding into mine as the music got louder and faster, every worry from the day washed away. No thought or Glen or Spencer entered my mind, and honestly, I liked the feeling of dancing with Carmen.