Thursday 6/24 12:35 PM
So things are crazy around here with the BSC here. I've mostly been hanging around with Mary Anne. She doesn't know how to put herself out there. And it seems that I put myself out there too much. But I take her (drag her?) to a bitchin' party and she acts like I'm not doing her a favor. Because of her, we go to, well. I need to start over.
She came over to my house right after I got out of the shower, and she was dressed in, what I guess she thought was hot. Jeans and a blouse. The jeans were okay, and so were the brown boots she had borrowed from Dawn. I knew those boots, I'd borrowed them before too.
"Here, try this on," I said, handing her a tank top. It was black and covered with glitter, one of my favorites.
Mary Anne didn't say anything, but she pulled off her blouse and put on the tank top. It fit her a little tight.
"Isn't it... clingy?" she asked.
"Exactly the point." I took off my robe and pulled on one of my new tank tops (the orange and blue one) and a short black skirt. I ran my finger through my wet hair. "Should I just leave it like this, or dry it?"
"Um... leave it?" Mary Anne said.
"Great." I worked out a knot with my fingers and put in a little gel. "Let me just put my makeup on, and we'll be ready to go."
"So, where is this party?"
"Out on, uh..." I waved my hand. "Wherever street."
"Where?"
"I dunno. Mary Anne, can you look in the closet for a shoe that looks like this?" I held up a black rubber boot. The cute ones that hit me about mid shin. they look great with the skirt.
Mary Anne started poking through my closet. "Sunny, don't you think you should know where a party is before you go?"
"It doesn't matter, we're being picked up," I replied.
"Ducky's taking us?"
"Ducky? No. His name is Andy. He's almost seventeen and he'll be a junior this year. I'm kinda dating him."
"Really."
I looked at her and smiled. "Mary Anne, we're fourteen years old here. It's okay to date guys who aren't our exact age. Not all the stories are true about older guys. What's the difference between dating a seventeen year old when you're fourteen than when you're seventeen? None."
"But, don't..." Mary Anne pulled my other boot out of the closet and set it on the floor next to my bed. "Don't older guys just want..."
"Sex?" I suggested. "Some do, some don't. You just have to say no, and if they don't agree, kick 'em in the balls. It works everytime." Not that any of the guys I'd gone out with hadn't stopped at no, but it sounded good.
A car horn blew outside.
"And that's him!" I pulled on my boots and grabbed Mary Anne's arm and pulled her down the stairs. Dad wasn't home, and he probably wouldn't be home all night, so I wasn't worried about that. And I knew that Dawn would cover for Mary Anne if we were really late. I didn't say that to Dawn or Mary Anne, of course.
Andy's car is this really hot blue convertible. If I had been in any other shoes, I would jumped into the front seat without opening the door, but black rain boots? Hardly jumping shoes. So I opened the door and let Mary Anne crawl into the back seat. She very carefully snapped her seat belt on. I sat in the front and gave Andy a big kiss on the lips.
Andy is just as hot as his car. Is it the brown hair? The blue eyes? I don't know, but he's hot.
"This is Mary Anne," I said as we pulled away from my house. "She's a friend of mine, I thought we'd hook her up."
Andy looked over his shoulder at Mary Anne. "No problem, love."
I love it when he calls me "love."
So we get to the party, which is at someone's house (inside, while the host is there- not making that mistake again) and Andy shoves a drink in my hand, and one in Mary Anne's. I drink it straight down, while Mary Anne takes a sip of her's and makes this FACE. I start laughing.
"What is this?" she asked.
"Just a wine cooler," Andy said.
"I'm going to get another," I said, waving my empty cup at Andy. I start to go and Mary Anne tags along after me.
"You didn't tell me there would alcohol here," she hissed.
"It's not a big deal," I said. "Just take a few sips and you'll get over the alcohol taste. It won't get you drunk, one drink. It will just relax you." And you could use the relaxing, I thought.
I got another drink, and Mary Anne was sipping her's (at least she was drinking it). I went back to Andy, and Andy had a friend, Holden, who was nearly as gorgeous as Andy.
"Mary Anne, this is Holden," Andy said. "He just turned sixteen, in my year at Vista."
Holden put his arm around Mary Anne's shoulders and led her away. Mary Anne looked a little scared, but I figured she'd be all right.
Andy and I found a free couch, set down our drinks and started kissing. I'm not a fan of PDA, but at a party, it's expected. It's not like were swapping spit in the middle of the mall where old ladies and kids can see.
After who knows how long, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I tore myself away from Andy and see Mary Anne staring at me.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I'm ready to go."
"But we just got here," I said, glancing at my watch. "It's only six-thirty."
"But I'm ready."
"This party's not any good," Andy says. "There's one out by Venice Beach that's supposed to be killer."
As we all know Venice Beach has never been my friend, but Andy's here, Mary Anne's here and I'm not planning on running away. I decided not to let Mary Anne know how far out Venice Beach is, and just agree with Andy.
We get outside and Mary Anne grabs me. "Sunny, I want to go back to Dawn's. This isn't for me. You can go if you want, but partying isn't for me."
"Mary Anne, parties are for everyone. It's not a big deal."
"I'll go, but don't send me off with some guy and leave, all right?"
I agree, and we drive out to Venice which is way faster in a car than on the bus. And this is a good thing because Mary Anne's already going "Now where is this? Where is it?"
Ugh. I can't write anymore. I can't write this.
Later Thursday 2:40 PM
The party in Venice is way smaller than the one in Palo City. There were probably only about thirty people there, instead of like a hundred. Everyone's more relaxed and laid back. I'm hoping that this will calm down Mary Anne, but it doesn't seem to.
"They're smoking pot!" she hissed at me.
I've been around my fair share of drinking, whatever, but I haven't been around people doing drugs. I've been around people on drugs, at school, but never in the process of using them. However, to save face, I acted like it was a normal thing.
"It's fine," I snapped. I went to find something to drink, which I had to root around through this person's refrigerator to find a six pack of beer. I'd never had beer before, so I grabbed three (I doubted Mary Anne would have one, but she drank the wine cooler, so I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt).
"Is this alcoholic?" Mary Anne asked.
"No, it's root beer," I said. Mary Anne was annoying me. I was doing her a favor and she was driving me nuts.
I gave Andy his, and he seemed to enjoy it, so I took a sip of mine. For one, beer is the grossest thing I've ever tasted. I like mixed drinks and wine coolers, but beer is disgusting. I drank the whole thing somehow, but it took me a while. I don't know if Mary Anne drank any of her's.
"Come on..." Andy said, grabbing my arm. He pulled me into an empty bedroom (empty of people, not furniture). We sit down on the bed.
"What?" I asked.
"I kinda got the feeling your friend wasn't... being much of a friend," Andy said.
He's very perceptive.
"She broke up with her boyfriend, so I'm trying to get her to back in the game."
"I can't believe a girl like that even got a boyfriend." Andy stopped seeming so interested in Mary Anne, and much more interested in the really soft spot on my neck. For a few minutes, it's okay, and as he's feeling me up, I realized that his comment about Mary Anne is bothering me.
Am I going to mention this? Of course not. Besides, he really knows how to touch a girl. Younger guys (well, my age) just knead like breasts are bread. Older guys know how to touch you where it actually feels good. I lay my head back and let him work, and after a minutes I'm bored. I can't SAY I'm bored, because then he'll want to go further, and while I don't mind guys touching me, I'm only fourteen here. I'm not anywhere near ready to go all the way. Especially not with some high school guy.
He's pushed up my skirt and is rubbing my thigh, slowly moving to the inside of my thigh, and I sit up.
"Andy, I'm ready to go."
"Oh, come on, Sunny. You want to go back home? When we're at a party?"
"I'm just not ready for this." I move my hand back and forth between us. He finally moves his hand away from my thigh.
"Damnit." Andy stands up. "They told me not to date some thirteen year old."
"Excuse me?" I stand up too. "For one thing I'm fourteen, and another, who told you not to go out with me?"
"You? They didn't say anything about you. I was just told that you were easy. When you brought your friend along, I thought the evening was going to be even better."
"Easy? I date around, but I'm not easy!"
"Brock told me you went down on him!"
"I've never done that in my life," I snap. "Andy, take me home."
"Whatever. There's gotta be some girl here who's interested in getting it in the back seat of my convertible."
He leaves, and now I'm pissed. I go out into the living where Mary Anne is sitting in a corner. I grab her arm. "We're getting out of here."
We go outside, and it's dusk. "We need to find a pay phone," I said. I'm shooting myself for leaving my cell phone.
Then Mary Anne pulled a cell phone out of her pocket. "Or this."
I take it from her and call Ducky. I ask him to pick us up, and give him the address. He doesn't sound too happy, but he says he's coming.
"What happened with Andy?" Mary Anne asked. Most people would be acting haughty or snotty with me, but she sounds concerned, and gentle. Which is why I answered her.
"He heard a lot of untrue rumors about me," I replied. "Things I didn't know were going around. Like I'm a slut and I'm easy."
"Why do you think that goes around?"
I sat down on the curb. "I dunno. I date a lot of guys, but none of them get past second base."
"Second base?"
"You know, nothing below the waist. Andy was getting there, though," I grumble, still pissed.
"I dated Logan for almost a year and we never went past open mouth kissing."
I look at for a long moment and I asked, "Did you ever wonder if Logan was gay?"
She started laughing. "No, it never crossed my mind until now. But now I'm curious."
I start laughing too. "I'm sorry I dragged you here."
"Well, I realize that your heart was in the right place," Mary Anne said. "Mostly... Sunny, you're so confident. But I'm not. And sending me away with some guy, or shoving drinks at me isn't going to help me meet a guy."
"I guess not." Now I'm just feeling stupid.
"But the idea is good. I don't go places like that."
I gave her a funny look. "You mean... you want to come out with me again?"
"Sure." She shrugged. "Just not with Andy, or weird high school guys."
"I promise no Andy, but not older guys."
"I'll take what I can get."
We walked across the street to the 7 Eleven and got sodas while we waited for Ducky. He arrived and hinted that he wanted me to tell him what happened until I did.
"Sunny," he said.
"What?" I replied innocently.
"I'm worried about you," he said.
"See, you should have just dated me, and then there'd be nothing to worry about," I quipped. I was joking, but Ducky got the weirdest look on his face. "What is it?"
"Nothing," he muttered.
I knew how hard it was to tell him my not-so-great stuff, and I decided to be the big one and not make him tell me. I could get it out of him later. Besides, if he was doing something bad, I wasn't in a place to lecture. But what? I let it go.
"Our little secret, right?" I asked Mary Anne, when Ducky got us to Dawn's curb.
"I won't lie, but... I won't say anything direct unless she asks," Mary Anne said.
I agreed and thanked her. We give Ducky a hug and a thank you, and told me to stay out of trouble and told him to do the same.
Out of the car, I gave Mary Anne a hug. "Tonight was... strangely fun."
"It was. What next?" She grinned.
I grinned too.
The phone's ringing.