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Rachel woke up and stretched. Her eyes slowly flickered open.
"It's about time you were up! It's nearly twelve!" said Lyndsey who was putting up decorations at the other end of the room. Rachel frowned in confusion at her.
"Why are you putting decorations up in here?" she asked.
"Well, you never know who might come in here. I have to make it look nice. Anyway get up and help. Martin's in the kitchen getting the food sorted." Rachel managed to drag herself out of the warm, comfy bed. Silence filled the house; all that could be heard was the patter of Martin's feet on the cold, grey stone floor in the kitchen. Rachel shuddered, it was freezing.
"You might wanna got some heating on too!" yelled Lyndsey.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," mumbled Rachel as she turned the knob on the heater. "You need any help Martin?" she asked.
"Sure. Can you put these on the table," he handed her two huge bowls of something that she couldn't recognise. Wincing at the rank smell coming from the bowls Rachel placed them on the table.
"I hope you two realise that no one is going to want to eat this. It fuckin' stinks." No body answered. Rachel slumped down into the nearest chair and put her feet up.
"You'd better be doing something!" said Lyndsey. She came through from the bedroom.
"There's nothing to do," said Rachel. Lyndsey sighed deeply.
"You'd better cheer up before tonight. Kai won't like you when you're like this."
"I'm not talking to Kai. I'm staying out of the way and minding my own business. I'll have my own fun."
"You can do what you like. I don't care." Suddenly Lyndsey caught the smell of the food on the table. "Martin what the hell's that? It's minging. Get rid of it!"
"You asked me to get it!" he yelled. "Oh, do what you want with it. No one usually eats at these sort of parties anyway."
"That's only because they're all puking in the toilet, or if that's taken, a bucket."
"You need to lighten up. Stop being a good girl. This is what college is all about, having fun and partying. Anyway, I'm getting in the bath. I'll see you two later." With that Lyndsey ascended the stairs.
"God, she's on a mission with this party. It's simply not that important," said Martin.
"It is pretty important, Martin. If this goes right we could be crowned the true party queens... and king. Plus Kai and Ray are coming." Martin smiled.
"Have you ever actually said anything to Kai?"
"Of course I have."
"Other than, hello."
"Erm...no. No wait! I asked him if I could borrow a pen once."
"Oh, great. That's gonna get you a boyfriend isn't it?" He put his hands on her shoulders. "You know what you need?"
"What?" Rachel asked raising one eyebrow.
"A make-over. Come on," Martin dragged Rachel up from the chair. "We're gonna make you pretty."
Martin dragged Rachel out to her car.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To your house, we're going to get you some sexy clothes. I know you must have some somewhere. You can't just wear those jeans all the time. Get in and drive!" Rachel did as she was told and sped home. When they got inside Martin ran straight upstairs and flung open Rachel's wardrobe doors. Rachel followed him up as quickly as she could tripping over her dressing gown cord several times. "Here take this, and this, and try this. Oh, and these trousers. Oooo, do you have a skirt?"
"Only one, and it's tiny."
"Perfect," he rummaged through the wardrobe until he came across it. "Now! Try them on, and decide which one you like the best. Oh and fetch your make-up back with you." Rachel trudged into the bathroom and began to try on all of the different items Martin and flung at her.
Half and hour later she was still locked in the bathroom. Martin stood outside,
"Are you nearly ready?" he yelled through the door. "We haven't got all day."
"Well." spoke the timid voice of Rachel from behind the door. "I've decided what looks best but I can't wear it."
"Why not?!" snapped Martin.
"It's far too revealing. I don't dress like this Martin."
"You do tonight. Do you want to pull Kai or not?"
"I stopped pulling guys after the last one. You know that."
"But Rach, you haven't been laid in a month. If not more. You've got to get a lad soon. Just come out." The lock on the door clicked and slowly it began to open. Rachel peeped her head out round the door.
"I can't do it Martin."
"Oh, for fuck's sake. It's only me. What am I going to do? You're not even my type hun."
"I suppose," she sighed. Rachel stepped out of the bathroom. Martin gasped.
"You look perfect." Martin looked her up and down. On her feet she was wearing high heels with leather straps that were fastened up to her knees. Above that was the black mini skirt and a red, low-cut, sleeveless, Lycra top. Her long dark hair fell down over her shoulders and her green eyes glinted in the afternoon sun.
"It's too clingy," she moaned pulling at the top.
"Look you," scolded Martin. "You have a beautiful figure, and you hide it constantly under baggy t-shirts and faded jeans. This look is miles better for you. Only, there is one thing."
"What?" Martin took hold of the top of the skirt and pulled it up.
"You aren't showing enough leg."
"How many times, I'm not someone who dresses like this. I'm not a rave monster who wears short skirts and mounds of gold. I'm a skater, who wears baggy jeans and listens to Evanescence and Simple Plan."
"But this will get you noticed. Please just for tonight. For me, and I promise if by ten o'clock you haven't managed to pull wearing that you can get changed."
"Oh all right. I suppose that's the best deal I'm going to get out of you."
2nd chapter. Much more to come. R&R to see more from The Party and the relationships it holds in its boundaries. Xxx Please review.
Rachel woke up and stretched. Her eyes slowly flickered open.
"It's about time you were up! It's nearly twelve!" said Lyndsey who was putting up decorations at the other end of the room. Rachel frowned in confusion at her.
"Why are you putting decorations up in here?" she asked.
"Well, you never know who might come in here. I have to make it look nice. Anyway get up and help. Martin's in the kitchen getting the food sorted." Rachel managed to drag herself out of the warm, comfy bed. Silence filled the house; all that could be heard was the patter of Martin's feet on the cold, grey stone floor in the kitchen. Rachel shuddered, it was freezing.
"You might wanna got some heating on too!" yelled Lyndsey.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," mumbled Rachel as she turned the knob on the heater. "You need any help Martin?" she asked.
"Sure. Can you put these on the table," he handed her two huge bowls of something that she couldn't recognise. Wincing at the rank smell coming from the bowls Rachel placed them on the table.
"I hope you two realise that no one is going to want to eat this. It fuckin' stinks." No body answered. Rachel slumped down into the nearest chair and put her feet up.
"You'd better be doing something!" said Lyndsey. She came through from the bedroom.
"There's nothing to do," said Rachel. Lyndsey sighed deeply.
"You'd better cheer up before tonight. Kai won't like you when you're like this."
"I'm not talking to Kai. I'm staying out of the way and minding my own business. I'll have my own fun."
"You can do what you like. I don't care." Suddenly Lyndsey caught the smell of the food on the table. "Martin what the hell's that? It's minging. Get rid of it!"
"You asked me to get it!" he yelled. "Oh, do what you want with it. No one usually eats at these sort of parties anyway."
"That's only because they're all puking in the toilet, or if that's taken, a bucket."
"You need to lighten up. Stop being a good girl. This is what college is all about, having fun and partying. Anyway, I'm getting in the bath. I'll see you two later." With that Lyndsey ascended the stairs.
"God, she's on a mission with this party. It's simply not that important," said Martin.
"It is pretty important, Martin. If this goes right we could be crowned the true party queens... and king. Plus Kai and Ray are coming." Martin smiled.
"Have you ever actually said anything to Kai?"
"Of course I have."
"Other than, hello."
"Erm...no. No wait! I asked him if I could borrow a pen once."
"Oh, great. That's gonna get you a boyfriend isn't it?" He put his hands on her shoulders. "You know what you need?"
"What?" Rachel asked raising one eyebrow.
"A make-over. Come on," Martin dragged Rachel up from the chair. "We're gonna make you pretty."
Martin dragged Rachel out to her car.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To your house, we're going to get you some sexy clothes. I know you must have some somewhere. You can't just wear those jeans all the time. Get in and drive!" Rachel did as she was told and sped home. When they got inside Martin ran straight upstairs and flung open Rachel's wardrobe doors. Rachel followed him up as quickly as she could tripping over her dressing gown cord several times. "Here take this, and this, and try this. Oh, and these trousers. Oooo, do you have a skirt?"
"Only one, and it's tiny."
"Perfect," he rummaged through the wardrobe until he came across it. "Now! Try them on, and decide which one you like the best. Oh and fetch your make-up back with you." Rachel trudged into the bathroom and began to try on all of the different items Martin and flung at her.
Half and hour later she was still locked in the bathroom. Martin stood outside,
"Are you nearly ready?" he yelled through the door. "We haven't got all day."
"Well." spoke the timid voice of Rachel from behind the door. "I've decided what looks best but I can't wear it."
"Why not?!" snapped Martin.
"It's far too revealing. I don't dress like this Martin."
"You do tonight. Do you want to pull Kai or not?"
"I stopped pulling guys after the last one. You know that."
"But Rach, you haven't been laid in a month. If not more. You've got to get a lad soon. Just come out." The lock on the door clicked and slowly it began to open. Rachel peeped her head out round the door.
"I can't do it Martin."
"Oh, for fuck's sake. It's only me. What am I going to do? You're not even my type hun."
"I suppose," she sighed. Rachel stepped out of the bathroom. Martin gasped.
"You look perfect." Martin looked her up and down. On her feet she was wearing high heels with leather straps that were fastened up to her knees. Above that was the black mini skirt and a red, low-cut, sleeveless, Lycra top. Her long dark hair fell down over her shoulders and her green eyes glinted in the afternoon sun.
"It's too clingy," she moaned pulling at the top.
"Look you," scolded Martin. "You have a beautiful figure, and you hide it constantly under baggy t-shirts and faded jeans. This look is miles better for you. Only, there is one thing."
"What?" Martin took hold of the top of the skirt and pulled it up.
"You aren't showing enough leg."
"How many times, I'm not someone who dresses like this. I'm not a rave monster who wears short skirts and mounds of gold. I'm a skater, who wears baggy jeans and listens to Evanescence and Simple Plan."
"But this will get you noticed. Please just for tonight. For me, and I promise if by ten o'clock you haven't managed to pull wearing that you can get changed."
"Oh all right. I suppose that's the best deal I'm going to get out of you."
2nd chapter. Much more to come. R&R to see more from The Party and the relationships it holds in its boundaries. Xxx Please review.