"Come on Cake!"

"I don't know honey"

"Pretty please? It'll be so much fun"

"But I don't want to leave you alone"
"Cake…. I'm turning 18 in a couple months, you don't need to look after me all the time ya know?"

"I guess that's true"

"So this party will be a great first breach of adulthood!"

"..."

"Responsible breach of adulthood"

'Dear god, and glob and virgin Maria and the flying spaghetti monster. Thank you so much for somehow convincing Cake to let me go to this rather fabtabulous party'

A short blonde girl pushed open the double doors, revealing the secrets that lay behind them. She could already hear the music from about 2 stories back, but even though she had some sort of warning, it really didn't prepare her ears for the thumping beats drilling up her body. Sending an ice cold shiver up her spine.

Nobody really seemed to notice she had arrived, she was a bit late in all honesty. Though she didn't mind that at all, she wasn't one for a lot of attention anyway. Lights placed in the ceiling corners flashed in her eyes, making the blue hue of them glitter up in a thousand different shades. The colours washed over her, and the other masses of people standing in front of her. They didn't seem like separate people in that moment. They all seemed to blend together into one big something. Something big and adventurous, something different, something she had been craving all of her rather boring 18 years of existing. She exhaled slowly, it came out in one rugged sigh. The bass dropped, her ears never have been exposed to such pounding. The floor shook from all of the jumping from the big 'something'. Fionna felt out of her comfort zone for sure. But she liked it. Loved it even.

Her long blonde hair would usually meet the small of her back, or slightly over. But the light waviness to it tonight made it come up a couple centimeters short. Another note on her hair, she hated it when people called it golden. I mean seriously, it's golden, it's blonde. Slightly on the dirty blonde side. And if she were to tie it all up, you would be able to see the darker underside of her hair poking out. The part that didn't get bleached from the sun's harsh rays.

But anyway.

She had a big oversized grey sweater on, that just brushed past her thighs. Underneath those, just some black shorts. She always thought herself as pretty regular, but at a party where she barely knew anyone, she wanted to make sure she didn't stand out too much. Her feet, covered by some white converse, made their way deeper into the beast. She managed to make her way over to the drinks stand. She took one of the plastic cups there and filled it up with the weird blend of drinks. She sniffed it carefully. Then grimaced. God that really was something you wouldn't want to ingest.

She decided to skip the drink, placing it back on the table before letting the music rock through her body. It made her toes tap, her hips move from side to side, letting it wash throughout her entire tiny stature. Fio then made her way back to a smaller corner of the club, not sure if she really wanted to go right into the heat of the fire. She had couple of pretzels in her hand, for snacking purposes of course. Her mouth filled with the salty, bready, weirdness as she just stood there, in the corner.

She wasn't usually super awkward, but also usually she wasn't in a room full of people 5 years older than her, and generally out of her league.

Her eyes strafed upwards from her feet. The edges of her shoes seemed to be scuffed, but she was glad that she looked away. Her eyes fell onto him. Tall, dark hair, jeans ripped in all the right places. She choked on her breath. Because as much as she didn't believe that she managed to catch a look at him. She totally didn't believe that he was staring right back at her.

hiya-

I didn't realise I would have to put this but huh,

Basically, remember to leave a comment and fav and all that jazz, as that's the only way I know that people actually want to read this.

Any and all constructive criticism is welcome! As I know for a fact my writing needs to be improved upon. But anyway.

I'll try to update every Saturday? Or, I hope to.