A Christmas To Remember
Chapter 13: Party!!
Tailor brushed back her long hair and smiled. She had put her sparkly black, trousers on and had her new, white, sleeveless top. It wasn't to tight and was nice and loose, so she wouldn't get too hot when dancing.
She put her clean, black boots on and it made her slightly taller. Her boots were only about 4 cm high and were just right for her. Being a size 5 she had no trouble finding shoes - especially trainers - she thought with a smile.
She decided to plait her long hair so it wouldn't get in the way. It took her 10 minutes to plait it and she tied it with a sparkly, black bobble. She grabbed a black jacket from her closet and zipped it on. With a look at her watch she walked out of her bedroom and down the stairs.
//
"Whoa, niiiiiice"
Tailor smiled at Mikey who was sitting on the sofa. Since the snow had melted Mikey had walked round with a Christmas pudding for April. Without freezing his feet.
"Thanks Mikey". Tailor sat next to him. It was 6:30 and the party didn't start till 7:00. April made her a cup of tea and sat on one of the stools near the counter, a few metres opposite Mikey and Tailor.
"So who ya dancing with?" Mikey asked, grinning at Tailor.
Tailor shrugged and gulped down her tea. "Dunno, probably Garth".
"Garth? Who's Garth?" April asked, joining in the conversation.
Tailor smiled. "Elliot's best mate. He sent me a text asking for a first dance, so I said 'yes', but he won't get there till 8:00, he's doing something before so I'm dancing solo before that".
"Aww, surely there's other boys?"
Tailor lifted her hands in a shrug at her aunt. "Maybe, but I don't even know who Emma has invited".
//
She fount out when she got there. Emma's house was crowded. It was as if Emma had invited teenagers from the whole neighbourhood.
"Tailor! Tailor!"
Tailor made her way through the crowd to her mate. Emma was a pretty girl. The same size as Tailor: She had, short, layered brown hair but it was in a clip on top of her head. She was wearing a pair of sparkly, blue jeans and a red, alter-neck top. Her face was completed with a few pieces of hair flowing over her face and rosy-red cheeks and dimples that showed, but not as much as Tailor's.
"You look great", Tailor said, giving her old school friend a hug.
"Same to you", Emma said back, "only, one thing . . ." Emma pulled out Tailor's fringe that was hidden behind her ear and put it in front of her face. "Perfect", she said, smiling.
Tailor giggled. "Thanks".
"Come on", Emma said, grabbing her hand. "My mum wants to see you". She lead Tailor pass the stairs and into the kitchen. Emma's mum was putting food on the big dinning table. Emma's mum looked exactly like Emma, but an older version, and her hair was longer. She smiled at Emma when she came in and had a small, shocked expression when she saw Tailor.
"Tailor! So nice to see you!"
"Hey!"
Emma's mum gave Tailor a hug and let her go.
"Are you crying?" Tailor asked her, when she went back to the table.
"Onions dear, onions", Emma's mum smiled.
Tailor smiled and nodded. "I never knew there would be so many guests".
"Well, dear, it's under plenty of supervision so I didn't mind". Emma's mum carried on chopping some onions.
"You're a cool mum", Tailor said, grinning politely.
"Thank you, dear".
Emma rolled her eyes slightly and grabbed Tailor's arms. "Come on".
//
Tailor spent half an hour saying 'hi' to everyone and telling him or her about what was going on in India. Half of her old friends never knew her mum had died and keep echoing 'sorry's' at her.
"It's ok", Tailor had repeated over and over again, with a slight bit of sadness but covered it up with a smile.
Tailor grabbed a drink off the table in the living room. Emma's house was huge. Just a bit bigger than Tailor's in India. The living room was decorated red and gold and had a black sofa near the window. The floor carpet was red, but you could hardly see it because of all the teenagers' feet.
Tailor drained her drink and put it on the table. She saw Emma talking to people in the crowd and smiled. Emma was popular, but she always envied Tailor, no matter how much Tailor told her she was a beautiful girl.
Tailor started walking up to her friend but someone tapped her shoulder. Tailor turned round and smiled. "Liam!"
Liam was Emma's 13-year-old brother. He was cute and had a kiddie face. He had brown curtains that flowed over each side of his forehead and he reached Tailor's height because he was incredibly tall. He had dimples like Emma's and anyone could tell they were related, but Emma would hate it if you told her.
Liam smiled and bowed. "Hey Tailor . . . Dance?"
Tailor smiled and rolled her eyes. Also he had a huge crush on her. Tailor fount that sweet. Emma fount that gross. "Sure", she answered.
Slow music flowed around the room and everyone paired up. Emma went with her boyfriend, James. He was a head taller than Emma. He was cute, but he wasn't Tailor's type. She did like him though, with his dark, black hair and blue eyes.
He smiled at Tailor and gave her a thumbs-up when he saw her with Liam. Tailor stuck his tongue out at him and Liam led her to the middle of the room.
Liam bowed again and put his hands on Tailor's shoulders. Tailor smiled. "You can dance with me properly you know, Liam, I may not like you but I don't HATE you", she giggled.
Liam smiled shyly and put her hands and her waist. Tailor rested her hands on his shoulders (receiving a disgusted look from Emma) and danced with him to 'Titanic'. She smiled at Liam and rested her chin on his shoulder; thankful he was the same size as her.
Someone tapped Tailor's shoulder and she frowned. She turned round and gasped. Scott was standing there with his hands behind his back. Liam loosened his grip from around Tailor and frowned at him as well.
"Hey little dude, you can't handle someone as cute as her, may I cut in?" Scott gave Tailor a smile and a cruel look at Liam.
"No", Tailor said firmly, before Liam could even reply.
Scott shrugged and put a hand on Tailor's shoulder. "Next time", he whispered and walked away into the crowd.
Tailor shivered and looked at Liam. He was giving her a confused look.
"I hate him Liam, that's all".
Liam gave her a cute smile. "Ok, want me to punch him?"
Tailor smiled, feeling a little bit better. "No it's ok, but one question: Did Emma invite him?"
Liam shook his head. "No, Emma invited Tom, you know Tom? Well, she said Tom could invite a friend and Tom invited Scott. Emma didn't want to be rude so she let him stay and told him not to make any trouble".
Tailor nodded.
Liam smiled. "Don't worry, Emma will make sure he doesn't bother you. She knows you totally hate him".
The song ended and Liam let go of her. "I have to help mum in the kitchen, you'll be ok, right?"
Tailor nodded and cuddled him. "Yeah, I'll be fine, save me a dance for later?"
Liam nodded. "Sure", he answered, and then disappeared into the hallway.
Tailor looked at her watch. 7:55. Oh well, she thought. She walked over to the small table of food Emma's mum had put out for those that were hungry straight away.
Tailor grabbed a ham sandwich and munched on it. She leaned against the table and looked around. Emma was dancing with James. She could see Liam taking out dirty plates. Some teenagers were standing and talking. Scott was nowhere to be seen. That worried her. She finished her sandwich in one gulp and grabbed another.
"You're so lucky, a skinny girl like you eating so much and not putting on any weight".
Tailor spun round. "And how would you know how much I eat?"
Garth smiled at her and looked her up and down. "I can just tell", he said with a smile. "You look great".
"Thanks, you don't".
Garth was a cute, tall boy. He was a head taller then Tailor and had brown, wavy hair that flowed round his head in spikes (probably because he gelled it nicely). He was wearing a pair of blue jeans (from what she could see) and a red shirt. He had his hands in his pockets and was smiling at her with dark, green eyes.
"I'm hurt", he said, but she could tell he was still grinning.
Tailor smiled. "You look fine".
"Dance?"
Tailor finished off her sandwich and joined him on the dance floor. 'You Can't Hurry Love' was playing and Garth spun her around.
"Where's Elliot?" He asked spinning her out.
"Away", she replied, coming back into him.
"Where?" He asked, spinning her out again.
"Family outing", she answered.
'You Can't Hurry Love' finished and another slow song came on. It was 'Unchained Melody'. Garth smiled, glad that Tailor didn't use all her energy and put his hands around her waist. He liked Tailor a lot, but she had TOO much energy. She was more of Elliot's type because Elliot had loads of energy as well. But Garth and Tailor were close friends from a couple of years back.
"What are you smiling at?" She asked, noticing him smile.
"Nothing", Garth said, shaking his head.
Tailor smiled and rested her head on his chest. It was amazing to have friends like Emma and Garth. Also Elliot and the guys. Why did people like Scott enter the world?
'Unchained Melody' finished and she and Garth danced to plenty more songs. The night flowed by and before Tailor realised it, it was 9:25. Dancing all night with Garth went fast. Although she did have one more dance with Liam at 9:00. Also she had a dance with Emma's dad, Tailor remembered with a smile. That brought a few smiles from everyone as well.
"I have to get going", Garth said, when everyone was going home.
"Sure, I'm going to say 'bye' to Emma, see ya Garth. Thanks for dancing with me". Tailor gave him a hug.
"It was a pleasure, I don't think I'll see you after this, so come back soon, ok?" He smiled.
"Sure", Tailor nodded.
"Oh and . . ." He grabbed some mistletoe and lifted it over his and Tailor's head. He smiled sweetly at her. "Please?"
Tailor smiled. "Ok", she kissed him softly on the lips and gave him another hug. "I'll miss you Garth, make sure you text me, ok?"
Garth nodded. "Thanks, see ya!"
Tailor watched him leave and looked out of the living room window. He walked down the street and round the corner. Tailor sighed, she couldn't believe she was going back and leaving all of this.
Someone grabbed her shoulder and turned her round. "I'm hurt that you didn't save a dance for me and flirted with that Gareth all night!"
Tailor stared evilly at Scott. "It's Garth! Get away from me!"
Tailor walked over to the to the living room table and grabbed a drink of lemonade. She gulped it quickly and put the cup down. Scott smiled and walked over to her, hands in his pockets.
"You may not like me now, but you will. All you need is a little persuasion". His eyes darted to the empty cup she put down and the empty bottle of lemonade she finished off.
"Get lost!" Tailor's eyes burned into his. She wasn't going to let him scare her anymore.
"Fine, but you'll see, trust me, you'll see . . ." He trailed off. Tailor watched him walk out of the living room and heard the front door slam. She was shaking; she realised, and walked out of the living room herself.
Emma was waving people off at the front door. She saw Tailor and smiled brightly at her.
"Enjoy yourself?" She asked.
"Totally", Tailor said, smiling.
"Did Scott bother you?"
Tailor didn't like lying to her friend, but she didn't want to worry her. "No, didn't see him all night, but I better go". She grabbed her jacket off the coat rack near the door and put it on. "Thanks for inviting me Emma", Tailor said with a small smile, "I'll text ya tomorrow".
Emma smiled and hugged her friend. "Ok, see ya". Emma waved her off and closed the front door.
Tailor wrapped her jacket tightly around herself and started to walk the blocks back to April's apartment. Feeling light-headed she put a hand to her forehead. Nope, no temperature.
Tailor carried on walking and after what seemed like forever, April's apartment came into view. Tailor squinted her eyes, was it her, or was April's apartment moving?
She shook her head and regretted it. For some reason Tailor's legs felt wobbly. Weird. She cried out in pain when her foot slipped on the kerb and she tripped over. Tailor sat down on the pavement and clutched her foot. What the hell was wrong with her?
Tailor felt her eyes close . . . No . . . Keep them open, she told herself. Her head felt dizzy and her right foot cried out in pain. Tailor felt her eyes close more . . . She shook her head . . . Don't . . . April's apartment is only about 10 metres away. Tailor tried to get up but her foot let her down. She leaned her head in her knees and closed her eyes. What's going on? This wasn't like her. She felt darkness surround her and she heard something . . .
The last thing Tailor remembered was the sound of footsteps and someone lifting her up, telling her to stay awake . . .
//
(Ok, finished, I wanted you to read something before Christmas! Merry Christmas everyone! Thanks for all the reviews! More to come! Have a great Christmas though! Love ya xx).
Chapter 13: Party!!
Tailor brushed back her long hair and smiled. She had put her sparkly black, trousers on and had her new, white, sleeveless top. It wasn't to tight and was nice and loose, so she wouldn't get too hot when dancing.
She put her clean, black boots on and it made her slightly taller. Her boots were only about 4 cm high and were just right for her. Being a size 5 she had no trouble finding shoes - especially trainers - she thought with a smile.
She decided to plait her long hair so it wouldn't get in the way. It took her 10 minutes to plait it and she tied it with a sparkly, black bobble. She grabbed a black jacket from her closet and zipped it on. With a look at her watch she walked out of her bedroom and down the stairs.
//
"Whoa, niiiiiice"
Tailor smiled at Mikey who was sitting on the sofa. Since the snow had melted Mikey had walked round with a Christmas pudding for April. Without freezing his feet.
"Thanks Mikey". Tailor sat next to him. It was 6:30 and the party didn't start till 7:00. April made her a cup of tea and sat on one of the stools near the counter, a few metres opposite Mikey and Tailor.
"So who ya dancing with?" Mikey asked, grinning at Tailor.
Tailor shrugged and gulped down her tea. "Dunno, probably Garth".
"Garth? Who's Garth?" April asked, joining in the conversation.
Tailor smiled. "Elliot's best mate. He sent me a text asking for a first dance, so I said 'yes', but he won't get there till 8:00, he's doing something before so I'm dancing solo before that".
"Aww, surely there's other boys?"
Tailor lifted her hands in a shrug at her aunt. "Maybe, but I don't even know who Emma has invited".
//
She fount out when she got there. Emma's house was crowded. It was as if Emma had invited teenagers from the whole neighbourhood.
"Tailor! Tailor!"
Tailor made her way through the crowd to her mate. Emma was a pretty girl. The same size as Tailor: She had, short, layered brown hair but it was in a clip on top of her head. She was wearing a pair of sparkly, blue jeans and a red, alter-neck top. Her face was completed with a few pieces of hair flowing over her face and rosy-red cheeks and dimples that showed, but not as much as Tailor's.
"You look great", Tailor said, giving her old school friend a hug.
"Same to you", Emma said back, "only, one thing . . ." Emma pulled out Tailor's fringe that was hidden behind her ear and put it in front of her face. "Perfect", she said, smiling.
Tailor giggled. "Thanks".
"Come on", Emma said, grabbing her hand. "My mum wants to see you". She lead Tailor pass the stairs and into the kitchen. Emma's mum was putting food on the big dinning table. Emma's mum looked exactly like Emma, but an older version, and her hair was longer. She smiled at Emma when she came in and had a small, shocked expression when she saw Tailor.
"Tailor! So nice to see you!"
"Hey!"
Emma's mum gave Tailor a hug and let her go.
"Are you crying?" Tailor asked her, when she went back to the table.
"Onions dear, onions", Emma's mum smiled.
Tailor smiled and nodded. "I never knew there would be so many guests".
"Well, dear, it's under plenty of supervision so I didn't mind". Emma's mum carried on chopping some onions.
"You're a cool mum", Tailor said, grinning politely.
"Thank you, dear".
Emma rolled her eyes slightly and grabbed Tailor's arms. "Come on".
//
Tailor spent half an hour saying 'hi' to everyone and telling him or her about what was going on in India. Half of her old friends never knew her mum had died and keep echoing 'sorry's' at her.
"It's ok", Tailor had repeated over and over again, with a slight bit of sadness but covered it up with a smile.
Tailor grabbed a drink off the table in the living room. Emma's house was huge. Just a bit bigger than Tailor's in India. The living room was decorated red and gold and had a black sofa near the window. The floor carpet was red, but you could hardly see it because of all the teenagers' feet.
Tailor drained her drink and put it on the table. She saw Emma talking to people in the crowd and smiled. Emma was popular, but she always envied Tailor, no matter how much Tailor told her she was a beautiful girl.
Tailor started walking up to her friend but someone tapped her shoulder. Tailor turned round and smiled. "Liam!"
Liam was Emma's 13-year-old brother. He was cute and had a kiddie face. He had brown curtains that flowed over each side of his forehead and he reached Tailor's height because he was incredibly tall. He had dimples like Emma's and anyone could tell they were related, but Emma would hate it if you told her.
Liam smiled and bowed. "Hey Tailor . . . Dance?"
Tailor smiled and rolled her eyes. Also he had a huge crush on her. Tailor fount that sweet. Emma fount that gross. "Sure", she answered.
Slow music flowed around the room and everyone paired up. Emma went with her boyfriend, James. He was a head taller than Emma. He was cute, but he wasn't Tailor's type. She did like him though, with his dark, black hair and blue eyes.
He smiled at Tailor and gave her a thumbs-up when he saw her with Liam. Tailor stuck his tongue out at him and Liam led her to the middle of the room.
Liam bowed again and put his hands on Tailor's shoulders. Tailor smiled. "You can dance with me properly you know, Liam, I may not like you but I don't HATE you", she giggled.
Liam smiled shyly and put her hands and her waist. Tailor rested her hands on his shoulders (receiving a disgusted look from Emma) and danced with him to 'Titanic'. She smiled at Liam and rested her chin on his shoulder; thankful he was the same size as her.
Someone tapped Tailor's shoulder and she frowned. She turned round and gasped. Scott was standing there with his hands behind his back. Liam loosened his grip from around Tailor and frowned at him as well.
"Hey little dude, you can't handle someone as cute as her, may I cut in?" Scott gave Tailor a smile and a cruel look at Liam.
"No", Tailor said firmly, before Liam could even reply.
Scott shrugged and put a hand on Tailor's shoulder. "Next time", he whispered and walked away into the crowd.
Tailor shivered and looked at Liam. He was giving her a confused look.
"I hate him Liam, that's all".
Liam gave her a cute smile. "Ok, want me to punch him?"
Tailor smiled, feeling a little bit better. "No it's ok, but one question: Did Emma invite him?"
Liam shook his head. "No, Emma invited Tom, you know Tom? Well, she said Tom could invite a friend and Tom invited Scott. Emma didn't want to be rude so she let him stay and told him not to make any trouble".
Tailor nodded.
Liam smiled. "Don't worry, Emma will make sure he doesn't bother you. She knows you totally hate him".
The song ended and Liam let go of her. "I have to help mum in the kitchen, you'll be ok, right?"
Tailor nodded and cuddled him. "Yeah, I'll be fine, save me a dance for later?"
Liam nodded. "Sure", he answered, and then disappeared into the hallway.
Tailor looked at her watch. 7:55. Oh well, she thought. She walked over to the small table of food Emma's mum had put out for those that were hungry straight away.
Tailor grabbed a ham sandwich and munched on it. She leaned against the table and looked around. Emma was dancing with James. She could see Liam taking out dirty plates. Some teenagers were standing and talking. Scott was nowhere to be seen. That worried her. She finished her sandwich in one gulp and grabbed another.
"You're so lucky, a skinny girl like you eating so much and not putting on any weight".
Tailor spun round. "And how would you know how much I eat?"
Garth smiled at her and looked her up and down. "I can just tell", he said with a smile. "You look great".
"Thanks, you don't".
Garth was a cute, tall boy. He was a head taller then Tailor and had brown, wavy hair that flowed round his head in spikes (probably because he gelled it nicely). He was wearing a pair of blue jeans (from what she could see) and a red shirt. He had his hands in his pockets and was smiling at her with dark, green eyes.
"I'm hurt", he said, but she could tell he was still grinning.
Tailor smiled. "You look fine".
"Dance?"
Tailor finished off her sandwich and joined him on the dance floor. 'You Can't Hurry Love' was playing and Garth spun her around.
"Where's Elliot?" He asked spinning her out.
"Away", she replied, coming back into him.
"Where?" He asked, spinning her out again.
"Family outing", she answered.
'You Can't Hurry Love' finished and another slow song came on. It was 'Unchained Melody'. Garth smiled, glad that Tailor didn't use all her energy and put his hands around her waist. He liked Tailor a lot, but she had TOO much energy. She was more of Elliot's type because Elliot had loads of energy as well. But Garth and Tailor were close friends from a couple of years back.
"What are you smiling at?" She asked, noticing him smile.
"Nothing", Garth said, shaking his head.
Tailor smiled and rested her head on his chest. It was amazing to have friends like Emma and Garth. Also Elliot and the guys. Why did people like Scott enter the world?
'Unchained Melody' finished and she and Garth danced to plenty more songs. The night flowed by and before Tailor realised it, it was 9:25. Dancing all night with Garth went fast. Although she did have one more dance with Liam at 9:00. Also she had a dance with Emma's dad, Tailor remembered with a smile. That brought a few smiles from everyone as well.
"I have to get going", Garth said, when everyone was going home.
"Sure, I'm going to say 'bye' to Emma, see ya Garth. Thanks for dancing with me". Tailor gave him a hug.
"It was a pleasure, I don't think I'll see you after this, so come back soon, ok?" He smiled.
"Sure", Tailor nodded.
"Oh and . . ." He grabbed some mistletoe and lifted it over his and Tailor's head. He smiled sweetly at her. "Please?"
Tailor smiled. "Ok", she kissed him softly on the lips and gave him another hug. "I'll miss you Garth, make sure you text me, ok?"
Garth nodded. "Thanks, see ya!"
Tailor watched him leave and looked out of the living room window. He walked down the street and round the corner. Tailor sighed, she couldn't believe she was going back and leaving all of this.
Someone grabbed her shoulder and turned her round. "I'm hurt that you didn't save a dance for me and flirted with that Gareth all night!"
Tailor stared evilly at Scott. "It's Garth! Get away from me!"
Tailor walked over to the to the living room table and grabbed a drink of lemonade. She gulped it quickly and put the cup down. Scott smiled and walked over to her, hands in his pockets.
"You may not like me now, but you will. All you need is a little persuasion". His eyes darted to the empty cup she put down and the empty bottle of lemonade she finished off.
"Get lost!" Tailor's eyes burned into his. She wasn't going to let him scare her anymore.
"Fine, but you'll see, trust me, you'll see . . ." He trailed off. Tailor watched him walk out of the living room and heard the front door slam. She was shaking; she realised, and walked out of the living room herself.
Emma was waving people off at the front door. She saw Tailor and smiled brightly at her.
"Enjoy yourself?" She asked.
"Totally", Tailor said, smiling.
"Did Scott bother you?"
Tailor didn't like lying to her friend, but she didn't want to worry her. "No, didn't see him all night, but I better go". She grabbed her jacket off the coat rack near the door and put it on. "Thanks for inviting me Emma", Tailor said with a small smile, "I'll text ya tomorrow".
Emma smiled and hugged her friend. "Ok, see ya". Emma waved her off and closed the front door.
Tailor wrapped her jacket tightly around herself and started to walk the blocks back to April's apartment. Feeling light-headed she put a hand to her forehead. Nope, no temperature.
Tailor carried on walking and after what seemed like forever, April's apartment came into view. Tailor squinted her eyes, was it her, or was April's apartment moving?
She shook her head and regretted it. For some reason Tailor's legs felt wobbly. Weird. She cried out in pain when her foot slipped on the kerb and she tripped over. Tailor sat down on the pavement and clutched her foot. What the hell was wrong with her?
Tailor felt her eyes close . . . No . . . Keep them open, she told herself. Her head felt dizzy and her right foot cried out in pain. Tailor felt her eyes close more . . . She shook her head . . . Don't . . . April's apartment is only about 10 metres away. Tailor tried to get up but her foot let her down. She leaned her head in her knees and closed her eyes. What's going on? This wasn't like her. She felt darkness surround her and she heard something . . .
The last thing Tailor remembered was the sound of footsteps and someone lifting her up, telling her to stay awake . . .
//
(Ok, finished, I wanted you to read something before Christmas! Merry Christmas everyone! Thanks for all the reviews! More to come! Have a great Christmas though! Love ya xx).