A/N: Sorry it has taken forever and like a year for me to update this but I have not forgotten about it I've actually kept up with it and really like where its going so here is the next chapter and I'll probably add a few more tonight but hope you like!
I heard the buzzing of someone requesting my attention around 8 that night, I went over to my intercom and answered.
"yea who is it"
"its me jack"
"its only 8"
"I know but I also know that your standing around in your underwear wondering what it is that your going to wear tonight, and you probably haven't eaten yet and these French fries are getting cold"
Well that was enough for me, I love gay men , they tell me what to wear and feed me fries its great.
I could here Jack stomping down the hallway but when his footsteps stopped I heard someone else's continuing, It better be his boyfriend and not Race, I opened the door and saw Jack and Dave, Thank god.
"Not that a black bra is a bad look, but if you don't want to be molested by Race and Spot I would suggest a shirt" Dave said in his holier than though tone.
"no kidding, I just cant pick anything out, and why am I worrying about it anyways, here I'm just going to wear this" I replied walking to my closet and hastily grabbing a brown t shirt and gold tank top.
"looks good, love the layering thing, brown is a good color for you" Jack answered.
"well duh I am Italian"
"hey you two drama queens ready to go yet" Dave asked walking into the room.
We nodded and were soon out the door and walking down Broadway towards Spot's house, if I would have known we were walking I would have worn shoes that weren't three inch stilettos oi vey.
About 20 minutes later we arrived in front of Spot's building, we had been hearing the music for three blocks, and now that I was there I wasn't sure I wanted to go in, but apparently I did or at least Jack thought so because he shoved me through the door.
As I entered the front door I saw exactly what I expected, a couple of kegs sitting around, a few slutty girls dancing on furniture, loud music, guys looking up the furniture dancers skirts, all in all your everyday average high school party.
I swear Race has some kind of Charlie radar because I was there for no less than five minutes and he was all up in my grill.
"hey Charlie, how you doin"
"just fine Race, thanks for asking, how much have you had to drink"
"I don't know maybe half a keg"
I rolled my eyes and walked away. As I looked around I realized how much I wished I was at home curled up on the couch watching Cruel Intentions instead of standing right in the middle of it.
I looked around again and saw some guys hand go up a random girl's skirt, she didn't even care. I had to get out of here. I walked outside and found a fire escape, I scaled it as best I could and in a few minutes I was on the roof. It was pretty bland, except for a lawn chair by the railing that was currently occupying someone. I tried to make out who it was and in a few minutes I realized it was none other but Sparky, Mr. Event planner himself.
"Spot?" I questioned.
"huh, oh hey its Charlie right" he said turning around.
"yea"
"so what can I do for you"
"oh nothing I was just trying to get away from your party, shouldn't you actually be at it though I mean it is after all your party" I asked walking over and leaning on the edge in front of him.
"please you think I have the parties to enjoy them"
"well that usually is why a person has a party, I thought I would get here and you'd really be living it up like your little greasy friend Race"
Spot looked up and laughed, "yea I noticed he had his sights set on you"
"yea well he can just set somewhere else"
Spot smiled at my seriousness, I think that was the first time I ever saw him smile
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