Chapter 10: Why embaressing conversations are easier over a text message

High school Parties are completely over-rated, Kristen thought as she sat on a couch next to a couple who seemed set on tackling her in their game of tonsil hockey. The beer was luke warm and smelled like hamster pee and fondue, the smokey haze throughout the house was surely going to give them all lung cancer, and she had seen so many bare butts that she swore their memory would be burnrd into her retinas forever. Yes, high school parties were a drag.

Kristen had planned on spending this time with Cam but shortly after arriving, they had been seperated by one of the most uncoordinated conga line ever. The mansion had tweleve seperate rooms on the first floor alone, making it extremely difficult to locate anyone she knew. Kristen would have used any excuse to leave.

Suddenly, she felt a very awkward buzzing noise throughout the couch. Patting herself down, Kristen realized that her phone must be under the hormonely charged couple. Kristen awkwardly attempted to reach hand under the guy's butt much to his pleasure. Kristen quickly located her phone and ran away trying to shake off the awkwardness of the situation.

1 new text : Dempsey

"Kris, come over. need 2 talk 2 u."

Kristen glanced around. Would she rather be such in a room full of awkward strangers or chill in Dempsey's apartment and watch a rerun of That 70's Show. The answer was obvious and it did not seem like any of her friends would miss her.

Kristen ran all the way home trying to work off her frustrations. She figured that she would go home, take a shower, and head over to Dempsey's in her comfy sweats.

However when Kristen reached her apartment, she found a small post-it note stuck to the door.

Daddy had a perspective buyer. Went to NYC. ~Mommy. PS the Dempseys are going to take care of you. Beckam and your stuff at their house.

They abandoned her again. This had been happening ever since her father began to become popular again as an art dealer over the summer. Vacations and city trips had often left Kristen to fend for herself. She could feel the tears of abandonment welling in her eyes again.

Kristen turned towards the apartment opposite hers and knocked. Dempsey immediately answered the door in adorable NYC sweatpants and a wifebeater. His smile was enough halt her tears and she immediately embraced him in a hug.

"They left me again." She whispered into his chest.

"Its okay, Kris. We'll have fun like we always do." Dempsey gave her a brotherly kiss on the head and walked her over to the leather could which had been set up like a make sift bed. Kristen fell asleep in Dempsey's incredibly toned arms thinking of ways to piss off her mom when she returned . . .