Part Eleven: 19 December 1996: Frat House
Characters: Owen (22), Scott (20), Helen (19), Phoebe (21), Paige (19)
Paige was stood in the middle of a large crowded living room that was scarcely decorated with only the bare necessaries as well as a large keg of beer and a CD player with speakers. The speakers were blasting the music so loud so that even from a distance you could see the visible vibration. While the sofa had been moved to the side to leave a great hole in the middle of the room that was packed with people, almost similar to a sardine can.
Paige shuffled into her own space and started to play with the ends of her hair as she scanned the room for her friend. Like most good parties that she had been to already in her freshman year, this one had quickly distended into people drinking, smoking and flirting. The teenager smiled at the scene that had evolved before her; you just had to love parties like this.
A girl with light brown shoulder-length hair and slightly tanned skin approached her. She smiled at Paige and offered her a plastic cup of Coke while taking a sip out of her own beer.
Paige looked down at her watch in an almost mocking fashion with a grin, "You've been gone ages."
"You've no idea how hard it was to get a non-alcoholic drink in here," Helen told her friend with a small sigh as she started to scan the room herself. "So what's the eye candy like in here?"
Paige took a brief sip of her drink, "Not bad, we definitely picked the right party to come to tonight. It looks like all the jocks are here. What's this frat house again?"
"Can't remember," Helen replied with a slight twinkle in her eye, "Anyone come over yet?"
"The night's still early," Paige explained as she adjusted the straps on her dress.
Helen grinned as she managed to catch the eye of a boy standing on the other side of the room, "And my night's with him."
"Cocky?"
"No, just confidant," Helen explained as she started to head over, before turning her head back to Paige. "I'll see you later and remember if you can't be good, be careful."
Paige laughed, "You too."
Paige smiled as she watched her friend disappear into the crowd. Helen had always been the type of girl who would see what she wanted and go out and get it. This was a quality that had seemed to rub off on Paige more as the year had processed. Someone who had helped dragged her out of all the mess of the last eighteen months.
Paige smiled as she watched a guy walk over towards her. She held back a laugh at the way her was walking, the alcohol had already seemed to take root in his legs and arms.
"Wow, did it hurt?" he asked as he approached.
"I'm not going to fall for that line." Paige told him with a grin, "You're going to have to be a bit less corny. Why don't you try again?"
"Okay." The boy thought for a minute before opening his mouth. "Well, my name's Scott and my friend has just left me for that girl over there and looks like your friend as done the same."
"So what do you suggest we do about it?" Paige asked in an innocent fashion.
"Well, you could dance with me, a kind of pity dance."
"Sure, I can take you on a pity dance," Paige replied with a small laugh as she took his hand and whispered into his ear. "It's Paige by the way."
Paige let herself be led onto the dance floor into the backdrop of a Madonna song. She worked so hard in the week, almost to make it up to her parent, to show them that she was not going to turn out the disappoint they had seen on the day they had died. But come the weekends, she had fun, seeing it as keeping the balance right.
Yet there was something inside her that made her kept everyone at arms length from her heart.
As the song stopped, Scott moved closer towards her. "Do you want to get a beer and then find a room where we can talk, get to know each other."
Paige's looked into Scott's eyes, what could a bit of safe fun hurt as long as she stayed in control of the situation. She'd have some fun and then just get back to her normal life and with a bit of luck and the alcohol inside him, she wouldn't bump into him again.
"Yeah, a talk fine, but no beer thanks." Paige gestured towards Phoebe Halliwell who was standing in the doorway of the room with someone who looked like her boyfriend. "I wouldn't want to end up like her."
Phoebe was enjoying the end of term activities by getting drunk with her boyfriend. She had set out that evening with every intension of getting trashed and forgetting the argument that she had with her older sister earlier. She was stick of hearing over and over again, what a so-called waste of space she was, so for the second she had jumped on the back of her boyfriend motor bike, she had vowed to herself, just to have fun.
Owen watched as Phoebe emptied the dreads of her beer down the back of her throat and threw the plastic cup on the floor.
"Maybe we should get out of here," he told her, with his eyes looking at the plastic cup on the floor. "Get you back home."
Phoebe offered him a small smile, "Oh, I'm not going home tonight, so maybe we should just head upstairs instead."
"Are you sure that's what you want?"
Phoebe grabbed his arm and headed for the stairs, "Yeah, I'm sure."
Characters: Owen (22), Scott (20), Helen (19), Phoebe (21), Paige (19)
Paige was stood in the middle of a large crowded living room that was scarcely decorated with only the bare necessaries as well as a large keg of beer and a CD player with speakers. The speakers were blasting the music so loud so that even from a distance you could see the visible vibration. While the sofa had been moved to the side to leave a great hole in the middle of the room that was packed with people, almost similar to a sardine can.
Paige shuffled into her own space and started to play with the ends of her hair as she scanned the room for her friend. Like most good parties that she had been to already in her freshman year, this one had quickly distended into people drinking, smoking and flirting. The teenager smiled at the scene that had evolved before her; you just had to love parties like this.
A girl with light brown shoulder-length hair and slightly tanned skin approached her. She smiled at Paige and offered her a plastic cup of Coke while taking a sip out of her own beer.
Paige looked down at her watch in an almost mocking fashion with a grin, "You've been gone ages."
"You've no idea how hard it was to get a non-alcoholic drink in here," Helen told her friend with a small sigh as she started to scan the room herself. "So what's the eye candy like in here?"
Paige took a brief sip of her drink, "Not bad, we definitely picked the right party to come to tonight. It looks like all the jocks are here. What's this frat house again?"
"Can't remember," Helen replied with a slight twinkle in her eye, "Anyone come over yet?"
"The night's still early," Paige explained as she adjusted the straps on her dress.
Helen grinned as she managed to catch the eye of a boy standing on the other side of the room, "And my night's with him."
"Cocky?"
"No, just confidant," Helen explained as she started to head over, before turning her head back to Paige. "I'll see you later and remember if you can't be good, be careful."
Paige laughed, "You too."
Paige smiled as she watched her friend disappear into the crowd. Helen had always been the type of girl who would see what she wanted and go out and get it. This was a quality that had seemed to rub off on Paige more as the year had processed. Someone who had helped dragged her out of all the mess of the last eighteen months.
Paige smiled as she watched a guy walk over towards her. She held back a laugh at the way her was walking, the alcohol had already seemed to take root in his legs and arms.
"Wow, did it hurt?" he asked as he approached.
"I'm not going to fall for that line." Paige told him with a grin, "You're going to have to be a bit less corny. Why don't you try again?"
"Okay." The boy thought for a minute before opening his mouth. "Well, my name's Scott and my friend has just left me for that girl over there and looks like your friend as done the same."
"So what do you suggest we do about it?" Paige asked in an innocent fashion.
"Well, you could dance with me, a kind of pity dance."
"Sure, I can take you on a pity dance," Paige replied with a small laugh as she took his hand and whispered into his ear. "It's Paige by the way."
Paige let herself be led onto the dance floor into the backdrop of a Madonna song. She worked so hard in the week, almost to make it up to her parent, to show them that she was not going to turn out the disappoint they had seen on the day they had died. But come the weekends, she had fun, seeing it as keeping the balance right.
Yet there was something inside her that made her kept everyone at arms length from her heart.
As the song stopped, Scott moved closer towards her. "Do you want to get a beer and then find a room where we can talk, get to know each other."
Paige's looked into Scott's eyes, what could a bit of safe fun hurt as long as she stayed in control of the situation. She'd have some fun and then just get back to her normal life and with a bit of luck and the alcohol inside him, she wouldn't bump into him again.
"Yeah, a talk fine, but no beer thanks." Paige gestured towards Phoebe Halliwell who was standing in the doorway of the room with someone who looked like her boyfriend. "I wouldn't want to end up like her."
Phoebe was enjoying the end of term activities by getting drunk with her boyfriend. She had set out that evening with every intension of getting trashed and forgetting the argument that she had with her older sister earlier. She was stick of hearing over and over again, what a so-called waste of space she was, so for the second she had jumped on the back of her boyfriend motor bike, she had vowed to herself, just to have fun.
Owen watched as Phoebe emptied the dreads of her beer down the back of her throat and threw the plastic cup on the floor.
"Maybe we should get out of here," he told her, with his eyes looking at the plastic cup on the floor. "Get you back home."
Phoebe offered him a small smile, "Oh, I'm not going home tonight, so maybe we should just head upstairs instead."
"Are you sure that's what you want?"
Phoebe grabbed his arm and headed for the stairs, "Yeah, I'm sure."