Five hours! Five freakin hours! The time had gone by so fast that I had not even noticed it. If you're wondering what's so important, in five hours, the party will be starting. I still hadn't told Allison about it, but I was planning to….today.
How could I not have noticed that the time had been slipping by at such a fast pace! I was totally doomed now. I mean, I would have to cancel and tell Stacy that I was so sorry! But I knew how much she had wanted me to go. Plus, I had a feeling she knew something I didn't. As I was contemplating calling Stacy to tell her I wasn't going to go, the phone rang loud and clear.
"Hello, this is Brooke speaking."
"Oh yay you picked up the phone! I'm so happy Brooke. It's almost time for the party! I can't wait till it starts! Just wanted to let you know that I'm coming to pick you up early!"
I pulled the phone away and just stared at it. "Stace, I think it's best for you to know that I will not be going. I know I'm old enough to make my own decisions, but I don't want Allison to get mad."
Stacy pouted on the other line. "Brookie, I promise I won't get you into trouble. Just sneak out of your room."
"And how will I be able to do that?"
"Well, you could always…."
"Oh no, I know exactly what you are going to say and I swear to my fathers damn grave that I will not!"
"Please! Please, please, please, please!"
I sighed, "Fine whatever. Let's just see how this all goes then."
"Yay, bye Brooke."
"Bye."
What have I done! I think I'm gonna die right now. No I won't die, I'll just scream from being such an idiot! I'm gonna go to the party though. I totally just promised I would, so I should go through all the consequences and try to get away from this place. Tonight, I would be livin the life of every girls' dream.
Ok, I'm climbing down a pipe. This was not part of the plan of livin the life. I really should not have done this. Wait a second, I hear something. Oh my gosh it's Allison! I climb hard and fast down the pipe. It hurts, my arm muscles ache and I'm sweating like a darn tootin pig. I jump into a tree, praying she didn't hear me. She looks out the window and shakes her head. She says aloud that she has been hearing things. I giggle to myself. I feel bad for her even though I hate her. Ha, I should do this more often!
I climb down the tree now and I see Stacy standing there by her car. She is wearing a very interesting choice of a costume.
Black tendrils of hair hung over her face. Interesting choice of a wig, I think. She is wearing a corsette with a dark red dress over it. Little strings hang from wear she tied her dress. I gaze with amazement.
"Wow Stace, beautiful outfit. What are you?"
"I'm a damsel in distress of course."
"Stacy, you go to certain limits just so you can get guys. Who is this special someone you're looking forward to meeting?"
"Dave Batista." She blushed then.
"Awww, I think that is so cute. I know he won't have a problem being your boyfriend. You're a great person and I guarantee you that he'll love to dance with you at the party."
"Thanks Brooke. You're so awesome."
"Don't make me cry Stace. Hug!"
We gave each other a quick hug and got into the car. We were almost to the party when I suddenly remembered something.
"Ummm….Stacy?"
"Yea, what's wrong Brooke?"
"Do you think you can turn around and we go somewhere real quick?"
"But we're almost to the party Brookie. Why?"
"Cause I don't have a costume!"
A/N: Wow, I just noticed how long it has been since I updated. Well, I'm looking forward to some reviews. This story is nothing special, it's just something to write. But if you like it, ok then. But this was really short compared to the first chapter so really sorry, but I don't have time to make it longer. Well, I'll update soon. xoxoxo muah!
