Casey...
I walked downstairs where I saw Lizzie, her friend Lauren, and my dad in the living room. Before I made it to the bottom step, my dad bombared me with a question.
"Do you know about a party tonight?"
"No" I lied. I did remember about a party, and that I had a date but I was in no mood to go. Besides, my brief lapse of judgement when I said yes to Derek was not going to be followed by me actually going with him.
"People expect me to be there!" Lizzie shouted.
"Casey's not going, you're not going."
I slowly attempted to walk to the kitchen like I had planned, but was stopped by my whiney sister who shouted "Why can't you be normal?"
"Define normal" I said crossing my arms and awaiting a shallow answer.
"This party is normal!" she grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side. "Pleeeease." she had actually succumbed to begging. "Please Casey, please do this for me."
I couldn't stand it, she was like a hopeful puppy who wanted to go for a walk badly. Against my better judgement I said "Fine, I'll make an apperance."
Lizzie and Lauren looked at each other then proceeded to jump up and down and hug me while squeeling. I turned and began to walk to the coat rack to grab my jacket.
"It's starting." my dad said, shocked I had agreed to go to this party.
"It's just a party daddy."
He looked at me then at Lizzie. "I want you to where the belly."
Lauren's jaw droped and a loud shocked noise sounded from her lips. "Daddy no!" Lizzie argued.
"Not all night." my dad walked to the closet and pulled out a fake belly resembling a pregnant woman's belly and also weighing as much as a belly would if it consisted of an infant. "Just around the living room for a few minutes."
"You are so completely unbalanced!" she yelled to dad.
"If you have any thoughts of kissing or...well anything with a boy, I want you to think about wearing this under your halter." my dad zipped up the belly and walked away leaving Lizzie there to wear the stomach.
"We're going!" I said annoyed. I opened the door and there he was: Derek. "What are you doing here?"
Derek shrugged "I'm early."
"Whatever I'm driving." I said walking outside.
Derek looked in the house and saw Lizzie there wearing the giant impregnated stomach. "Who knocked up your sister?" he asked
I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the car so we could leave. I wanted to go in, and get out, parties were not what I considered fun. It was only an excuse for people to rub up on each other and drink beer. But I digress. Going with Derek was also not on my top priorities list, it was actually at the bottom with "wrestle with crocodiles" and "get hit by a truck filled with hot garbage juice." Yup, this was not a night I was looking forward to.