Guys! We r at chapter 10! I've never made it this far trying to write the story! So, as a celebration we are throwing a party...well, Matt Teayoda (Tee Yoda) is throwing this party more correctly. Mickie, Rory, Beck, and everyone had been invited. Now, the Rowdies are the guests of honor, the life or death of this party. Everyone wants them there and that's a whole lot of pressure. What will happen? Who will hook up? Will everything be easy breezy low key normal?
So with out further a do, let's make it do what it do-
-Mickie-
Rory, Beck, and I floated over the party host, Michael Teayoda's house. Teens were drunk and making out on the lawn or smoking on the front porch and music was spilling from the house. I had texted the guys hours ago to head out without me and as we floated over the house we saw our grandparents show up...with their counterparts.
BC and Butch showed up with Butch's arm over her shoulders. They both dressed in black and green of course. BC had on a green and black crop jumper, ripped up black jeans, and wedged converses. Butch had a forest green t-shirt on with the sleeves cut off, his ripped up fade jeans, and converses of course. I matched the two in attire. My black crop had a cliche forest green skull in the middle, lime green frayed denim shorts, black tights, and wedged converses. BC's hair was down and shaggy and mine was down and messy. Butch's shagged underneath his snap back.
Blossom and Brick showed up not touching, but still together. The red and grey was pretty much a predictable thing for the two. Brick's red flannel was over his grey tee, his blue jeans were slightly frayed, and his vans were regular red. Blossom's long tee was pink and her leggings were dark grey and his hightops were pink of course. Beck matched with his red tee, blue jeans, and red vans. Brick and Beck both had on red backwards baseball caps, but Blossom had her hair tied back in a loose ponytail that was swooped over her shoulder.
Bubbles and Boomer showed up holding hands. They both had white and blue as per usual. Boomer's blue baseball shirt was slightly loose, his jeans were well fit, and his sneakers were brand new and white. Bubbles had a casual baby blue party dress that had quarter sleeves and a white belt across her abdomen with her white shiny flats. Her hair was up in a high pony tail. Boomer and Rory's hair swept to the side in the front and shagged in the back.
All in all, we all matched.
"Shouldn't we be down there?" Rory asked in anticipation.
"I wanna drink dammit!" I snapped.
Beck was holding us up. He wouldn't allow us to fly down and enjoy ourselves. He claimed he was scoping the place out, but I knew him better and I knew he was staling. It's what he did at Max and Roami's parties too. I sat criss cross in the sky while watching everyone else have fun and drink.
"Give me a minute." Beck muttered. I groaned and let myself hang upside down now. It was thin I caught a glimpse of my grandparents laughing and talking to each other. I smiled at the sight, but frowned when I saw the brunette giving them the stink eye from across the lawn.
"Yo, Red, who's that?" I asked and pointed to the brunette.
"Mitch Mitchelson." Beck shrugged.
"Oh I know him!" I snapped up in right side up position. "BC told me about him."
"Yeah, Mickie, they dated." Rory laughed. "He's jealous."
"Duh, dipshit. BC's a major catch and now Old Man has her." I smirked triumphantly.
"He's moving in." Beck muttered and pointed.
I looked down to see Mitch angrily walking towards BC and Butch. I narrowed my eyes and zipped down there. I landed in front of him and held my hand out. It pressed against his shirt firmly and he looked down at me angrily.
"Whow there tough guy." I snapped. "Leave 'em alone."
"Back off, girly." He snapped and pushed my hand off him. "Go back home and play dress up in your mommy's clothes."
"Ooh, go one." I rolled my eyes. "Just leave them be and go find yourself a nice pretty cheerleader to bang." I stood in front of him with my arms over my chest. He suddenly looked down at me and smirked.
"I bet you'd just love that." He said slyly. "But I don't do Buttercup wannabes." He pushed me to the side and walked past me.
"Uh, gross." I made a yuck face and stuck my foot out to trip him.
Mitch hit the ground hard and everyone laughed. I knew BC and Butch were looking now, everyone was. I kicked him over and looked at his now dirt covered face.
"Ok, A-do I look like a fucking nice cheerleader. Like use the tic sized brain of yours before talking dipshit." I put my foot on his chest and pushed down hard. "And B-when someone says layoff, especially someone who looks like me, you fucking lay off!" And then I squatted down to his face. "And C-I'm no wannabe. I'm what everyone else wants to be. Capishe?"
"Yeah, whatever." He grunted and pushed my foot off his chest.
"Now, lay off and go find yourself a nice cheerleader to bang before I snap your foot off and shove it up your own ass." I crossed my arms and growled. As instructed the kid ran off and I smiled triumphantly.
I heard a bunch of people whispering and gossiping about the event, but I just ran a hand through my hair and turned to face my grandparents. They were both mimicked my smirk with their hands folded over their chests. I walked over to the two and BC held her arm out. She draped it over my shoulders when I was close enough and Butch playfully pushed me forward by my head.
"You finally got here." Butch chuckled.
"Actually, I was here way before you." I rolled my eyes and pointed up to the still floating Beck and Rory.
"What are they doing?" BC raised a brow.
"Scoping the place out." I put air quotes around the words and rolled my eyes. "Yo, costs clear! Come chill!" I cupped my mouth and yelled at the two.
Beck flipped me off and Rory automatically descended from the air. When he touched the ground he took off to find his grandparents. Beck however just landed on the porch and leaned against the stair rail. I rolled my eyes and turned back around.
"I'll be back." I sighed and walked in the redheads direction.
-Beck-
"You know, it's called having fun. I suggest you try it some time." Mickie, smirking, said and sat down next to me. I didn't say anything, just stood there. "Whats up, Red." She nudged my shoulder, causing me to look at her beautiful face. She had done her own makeup of course, and the eyeliner made her amazing forest green eyes even more noticeable and the red lipstick made her lips look so-
Ugh, what was I think. Mickie's my best friend, not some girl I looked and thought of like that.
"Nothing," I grunted.
"Oh, come on, Boy Genius. I know you better than that." She rolled her eyes and pressed on the subject. "So, what's bumming Captain Buzz Kill out?" She joked and poked at my face.
"Mickie, go have fun. I'm fine." I rolled my eyes and looked back out to the lawn.
"Oh my God, come on." She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand. I tensed a little and forced myself to relax. I looked down at our interlocked hands from the corner of my eye. What was she doing?
"Come on, Captain Buzz Kill." She smiled and pulled at my arm. "I'm going to force you to have a good time."
I followed reluctantly and watched her push her way through the dancing crowd. Occasionally she turned to look at me and smile. I forced myself to put up the whole I-don't-care act and wear a bored expression, but on the inside I was bright red and completely loving the feel of her hand in mine.
She handed me a Red Solo cup filled with some clear liquid. Water? She gave me water? I raised a brow and looked at her in confusion. She started laughing, which I loved to hear. It was like angels singing when she laughed.
"It's not water, Becks. Its vodka." She laughed. "Smell it." She said and started chugging down her own cup.
I shrugged my shoulders and downs it. I started coughing and good god did my chest burn. Was it supposed to burn? I didn't like this stuff!
"Oh my God, Beck!" She gasped. She forced me to stand up straight and patted my back.
"That shit burns." I choked out with a smirk.
"You're such a dork." She rolled her eyes with a smile. "Let's get you somewhere to sit down." She looped one of my arms around her shoulders and started to lead me away.
"No!" I snapped and pulled back. "You said we'd have a good time, right?" I asked. What was I doing? I never did this!
"Yeah, but you-"
"No, let's have a good time." I said and grabbed another cup. I chugged that one down, wincing at the burning, but handed her a cup. "Good time, Mickie." I said and downed a third one.
"Bottoms up." She rolled her eyes and downed it.
-Mickie-
What was he doing? I looked at him from the corner of my eye as he downed a fifth drink. Being an X-Kid made it a little harder to get wasted, so he wasn't plastered yet, but making his way there. I was working on my third, but he was reaching for a sixth by the time I finished mine.
"Hey, Beck!" I snapped, thankfully grasping his attention before he could grab the cup. "Let's dance." I smiled and grabbed his hand.
"But I was-"
"Dancing's fun too." I rolled my eyes and pulled him out to the floor.
-Beck-
"Mickie, I don't know how to-" the music was too loud for her to hear me...even with her super hearing. It was a song Rory played all the time, but I didn't know the name or the artist, and everyone was dancing in couples.
Mickie started swaying her hips and run her hands through her own hair, making even messier and sexier. She looked at me and she was smiling as if she was laughing. She pulled me closer to her by my shirt and grabbed my hands. "Here." She said and put my hands on her hips. She looped one arm loosely around my neck and started slowly swaying us. Suddenly we were dancing closer and more like everyone else. It was either the alcohol finally getting a hold of me, or I was suddenly very skilled in dancing in such an inappropriate fashion.
Mickie was pressed against me and my hands gripped her tighter. She rolled her head and suddenly dropped and came back up, this time facing away from me. Her arm looped up and she placed her hand flat against my neck and we danced into each other. Grinding! That's what we were doing! I knew I had seen this somewhere.
The song had changed to something slower, but just as sexual...if not more. She turned to face me and our eyes locked. I didn't know what was happening. Mickie's eyes flicked between my eyes and my mouth. After a few seconds her eyes were stuck on my mouth and my eyes were stuck on hers. I let one of my hands travel up her back and to her face, where I cupped her cheek. Her arms moved around my neck and then suddenly, just as fast as lightning, we were kissing.
I was kissing Mickie!
Wait, no...Mickie was kissing me!
-Mickie-
What was I doing? Who was I? Because the me I knew, and the Mickie everyone else knew, would never kiss...much less grind on Beck. But I had and was doing both. And good golly miss molly did his lips feel like heaven. I kissed him harder and let my hands travel into his hair. I pulled it, and pressed myself closer to him. I needed to be closer.
"Mickie," He groaned. My eyes fluttered at the sound and I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed his hand and led him away from the dance floor. "Where are we going?" He asked but I said nothing.
I kept walking as if I knew the place completely. I walked towards the stairs and started to go up them. "Mickie," Beck said again and I broke. I pushed myself against the wall and pulled him towards me. "Beck, shut up and kiss me." I said lowly, my eyes never leaving his lips.
That's it for now guys. The party isn't over. Mickie and Beck sure are close, huh?
Until next write-