This is long! But i think i was trying to describe more the scene than the whole dialogue that will take part of the next chapter.
Before anyone calls bullshit, i've been to parties like i described here. I'm basically basing the setting of this story from my own life.
Enjoy. Review cause i like them and thats what makes me want to write more chapters.
Mitchie threw on her favorite red and black striped crop top that zipped from the back, rummaging threw her black bottoms she found her black pleather high waist shorts, throwing on her calf high biker boots; she looked at her full length mirror. It was a darker look for her but it was something she felt comfortable in and new it was appropriate house part apparel. Her hair was slightly curled half way down, she teased her roots enough for enough volume in her hair. She went with a very nude eye but a dark almost crimson lip shade.
The door bell rang, she opened her door slightly to hear her mother walk to the door from the living room.
"Hello, Mrs. Torres, I'm Caitlyn, Mitchie's friend. I'm here to pick her up."
"Hello Caitlyn, she's up in her room getting ready."
"Thank you."
"Last door to your left," Connie instructed Caitlyn.
Mitchie was looking for her Channel clutch she favorites whenever she goes out. It was pearl white and it absolutely went with everything. She heard a few soft knocks on her door before yelling a 'come in.'
"Wow." Caitlyn looked amazed, "I thought your house was huge when I was just outside but this room is like two of mine."
"Found it! Oh and I know. One of the three master sized room this house has." Mitchie said it with a nonchalant shrug.
"Dude, look at the size of this closet!" Caitlyn's eyes bugged out as she stepped in and disappeared for a few seconds.
"It wasn't big enough so I convinced my dad to make the room next to mine a closet. The carpenters are coming next week to make a door way through that wall." Mitchie said as she sat on her bed, looking at Caitlyn look around. Mitchie was amused at Caitlyn's facial expressions. She wasn't fazed with these things having been around them since birth.
"Ready to go?" Mitchie said getting bored after a few minutes.
"Huh? Oh yeah! Let's go. The perks of having money." Caitlyn said going out last, taking a few last looks at Mitchie's room.
Mitchie walked down the stairs, Caitlyn following behind, "I'll be back later mom. Don't wait up."
"Call me if you are planning on staying out past one. No drinking and driving. Text me when you get their, don't take drinks from strangers, don't do drugs, don't say yes to anything." Connie sternly said.
Mitchie rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms across her chest, "and no breathing. I know mom. Bye."
"Bye girls, be safe."
"Bye Mrs. Torres!"
Caitlyn and Mitchie walked out towards Caitlyn's car, it was a 2004 Jetta Volkswagen, it was cute.
"Where are the others?" Mitchie asked as she got in.
"Since you and I take forever to get ready we're the last ones from our group to actually be showing up. Everyone else is out there already. Zane said it's probably the biggest and best one he's been too. Guess one of the football players older brother is back from college."
Mitchie listened to Caitlyn, not knowing what to expect. Mitchie looked over to what Caitlyn was wearing, a sequin loose tank top with Capri tights. Her signature Chuck Taylors clung to her feet. Mitchie smiled as she worried a little that she may be over dressed. In Hollywood Mitchie would be considered underdressed.
Caitlyn pulled down this dirt road, almost identical to Mitchie's but it was actually dirt. Mitchie made a face as the dirt air piled around Caitlyn's car as she stopped behind the line of cars parked around that street.
"People drive all the way out in the middle of no where to party?" Mitchie asked.
"Yeah, I'm guessing your parties were a lot different back home?" Caitlyn asked as she opened her car to get out.
Mitchie followed Caitlyn's lead and got out of the car, the light dirt air making her cough, "usually the cops never find us out here, we're lucky this time because if it were a house party around town, the word wouldn't have gone out this far and it would have been less people." Caitlyn explained as she walked the direction the cars lead.
Mitchie stepped closely behind her, afraid of what the darkness held. The longer they walked, the lighter it began to get. Mitchie could see a few lingering people in the front, trying to give directions while they smoked a cigarette. They stopped at stared at them, checking out Caitlyn and then their eyes lingering at Mitchie.
Mitchie rolled her eyes at their bluntness, Caitlyn walked in, noises of people chatting amongst themselves and the sound of music barely audible over the chatter. Caitlyn looked back and grabbed Mitchie's free hand as she weaved through people, finally spotting their friends. Misty came up to Mitchie first, smelling the faint smell of vodka on her lips, Misty wore a tight tank top that hugged her body perfectly, and skinny jeans that showed off her long legs. Her gladiator sandals completed her look. Mitchie started to feel completely over dressed.
"Wow! You look amazing." Misty said.
"In other cases I would agree with you, but I'm starting to feel like I'm way too over dressed."
Mitchie looked around and saw girls in tight skirts, skinny jeans or tights. There were a few girls trying to pull off the same look but they either didn't pick the right top or right bottom it was bothering Mitchie.
"No! You look amazing, you beat every girl here." Misty slurred, "Here this will make you feel better."
Mitchie gave Misty a frowned look but she smelled the drink she offered and she smelled like a poorly made Jäger bomb. Mitchie shrugged her shoulders and took the drink. She drank the whole thing in seconds, mostly because all she tasted was RedBull and not enough alcohol. Zane and Chris cheered her on, seeing her chug that.
Chris was strangely friendlier with Misty and never talked to Mitchie unless he asked a question or was as a question. Zane found it his duty to take care of Mitchie, take her under his wing and steer her in the right way, which made Caitlyn laugh and tease him that she had that job long before he did.
"Alright killer, lets go to the beer pong tables." Zane said leaving Caitlyn and Chris behind to watch over Misty and get themselves drinks.
Zane had a can of beer in his hand as he lead them to the back of the house, the yard was big enough to hold a hundred people comfortable, over looking the vineyards, reminding Mitchie of her house.
There were three different tables, with three different games going on, everyone who wanted to watch stood around, and everyone who wanted to play signed up. The large sound system was hooked up inside and outside for everyone who was roaming in or out could enjoy some music. Everyone looked older; the girls circled around with each other, taking pictures, showing off their red solo cups, guys were too engrossed in their games or trying to pick some poor innocent drunk girl up. Mitchie had seen this scene, in bad teen movies; she didn't know it was actually real life.
"Were parties this cool back in Hollywood?"
"Much cooler actually. Wine or champagne, finger foods, an actual DJ, dance floor under a disco ball, and valet. But this is something."
Zane chuckled as he took a swing of his beer, handing the rest to Mitchie, "have fun."
Mitchie took the beer and took a swing, making a sour face at the bitter taste.
"Taste like cow piss?"
Mitchie can only nod as she passed the can back to him,
"Then that's some good shit." Zane laughed getting the attention of a few people near the first table of beer pong.
"How many are on the wait list?" Zane asked.
"Just one team ahead of you, what's your partner's name?" A blond haired guy asked Zane, all while looking at Mitchie.
"Mitchie, be my partner?"
"It's been a while, but what the hell." Mitchie shrugged.
"Mitchie and Zane are going to be the undefeated team tonight."
"Whatever man, so many have tried to get Eric and Shane off that table for a hour."
"Well, they haven't gone up us yet," Zane said confidently, throwing an arm over Mitchie.
"Mitch, this is my dude Timmy, Timmy, this is Mitchie."
Mitchie only smiled as Timmy smirked. She looked around for Caitlyn's ball of frizz but couldn't find her figure anywhere.
Through out the games, Zane and Mitchie were almost naturals beating the teams they were going against, getting to the second table. Mitchie was sort of buzzed, after a while her shoots are getting sloppy but still made them in.
The attention shifted towards her, being the only girl lasting this long, holding her shit together.
"Dude, you're a natural!" Zane said as she made the winning shot in the middle, last standing cup.
"I guess." Mitchie said giggling.
"Zane and Mitchie versus Eric and Shane next round." Timmy's voice boomed.
Shane's eyes pierced through the small crowd between table two and three. Her slight messy curls bounced as she laughed with Zane. Timmy pathetically trying to get her attention but she wouldn't cave. Shane almost chuckled at the fact that the schools lucky star was getting shut down. That almost never happens.
Zane and Mitchie walked across to their opposite side of their table and began to set their cups up. Shane dared to look Mitchie, his mouth going dry at the sight. Her tan skin peeking through what the fabric wasn't covering up and the way those shorts hugged her thighs perfectly. Sander came staggering by, standing next to Shane as he threw his heavy arm on his shoulder.
"Dude, she's so fucking hot." Sander said slurring every word.
Shane knew Sander was about close to being pissed drunk as he was close to keeping his shit together because Sander may be drunk but boy was he right.
The game started and Shane avoided looking into her eyes, focusing on the cups even though he could feel her hot stare piercing into his forehead.
The ball had bounced to the side from the middle of the table, Shane and Mitchie both reached for it. Shane's arms were longer so he got the ball, knocking fingers with Mitchie. He looked up, his second nature to apologize after hitting someone.
"I'm sorry."
"Fair ball." Mitchie shrugged.
Shane looked into his eyes, locked and couldn't remove his stare from her face,
Eric, who was less concerned with how Mitchie looked and more into winning the close game, nudged Shane's shoulder as he shot it, aiming no where near the cups. Zane grabbing it before it hit the ground, giving them Eric's chance to shoot.
Eric groaned as he sacrificed his ball, cursing as Zane and Mitchie both shot the ball, only one making it in.
It was down to one cup each team, Eric took a shot and made it in, Shane felt the pressure, never getting this close to a close game in a long time, feeling the booze take over his body. He closed his eyes and shot, hearing a slight thump before the crowd went crazy.
Zane and Mitchie both looked defeated as he opened his eyes everyone around them cheering them on. Shane could see Mitchie telling something to Zane before making her way towards the house.
Something in Shane made him follow those biker boots.