Chapter 7: Party Crashing 101

"You're crazy," she complained.

"I know. Isn't it great?" He shot her a lop-sided grin as they walked along the sidewalk. "Don't worry. This is gonna be fun."

She rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Dil. A frat party?" She looked down at what she was wearing. Red and black stockings, black skirt, pink Hello Kitty baby-doll shirt. Though she couldn't see her hair, because her eyes couldn't roll back that far in her head, this week it happened to be blue. Sighing, she continued, "Frat boys, Dil. Frat boys! Could this be any less our scene?"

Dil remained undeterred. "Kim, I'm gonna be honest with you. You deserve no less." He paused. "This is my chance to score a college hottie."

Kim stopped walking and spun around. "Have a nice life, Dylan."

"Wait!" Dil grabbed her arm, and she turned to face him. "Please, Kim. We'll get you a hot guy too. Fair is fair."

She glared at him. He could be so stupid sometimes. It was infuriating and made strangling him a very attractive option.

Weakly he smiled. "You're my best friend," he said, trying again. "And I want to go to this party. Yeah, I know wanting to go is silly. Maybe I'm just jealous that all my friends are finally grown up, finally in college, and I'm not. Whatever the reason, I'd still like to go." He reached out and took her hand. "But not without you. I won't have any fun if you're not there."

Kim looked down at their joined hands. He was stupid but sweet. She felt herself relenting.

"I mean," Dil continued, "someone's gotta protect me from the frat boys, right?"

Giving in and laughing, she looked up and saw the frat house down the street. "How are we even getting in?" she asked, changing topics. "We don't have student IDs."

"Oh, that one's easy. You just flash 'em a smile and say that we forgot them."

Kim snorted. "Like that'll work."

"Sure it will. I mean, look at you. You're absolutely gorgeous. They'll be putty in our hands." He grinned his goofy grin. "Putty, I say!"

Despite herself, Kim felt her heart skip a beat. Definitely stupid but sweet. Only with the utmost self-restraint did she stop herself from grabbing him by his knit hat and kissing him. Instead she followed him down to the frat house, where the party was already in full swing.

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Author's Notes: Thanks for the compliments! I love writing for Angie—she's quite fun—and I do hope that I've been doing her justice. Because if I haven't, I'm sure she'll come kick my butt.

Oh, and just to clarify my warnings … next few chapters will have underage drinking, specifically. Ye have been warned.