Suzie Carmichael.
August 28th 2009
"I'm really nervous, Suze…" Kimi says after Charlie disappears up the staircase. I look at her to see her wringing her fingers in her hands. "What if I see something I don't wanna see at this party," She looks up at me now, on the brink of tears and I sigh, sitting down on the steps beside her and putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Trust me, Kimi. Going to one of Tommy's parties almost guarantees you're gonna see something you don't really want to," She looks discouraged now, but she knows exactly what I was talking about. At times like these, Tommy's house is a teenage wasteland.
As I said to Kimi on the phone, parties like these just aren't my scene. I feel like I'm way too good for the drugs and the alcohol… and I am. That doesn't mean I haven't tried them once or twice, because I have. They're just not for me. They never were. But does that mean I look down on Tommy or Chuckie for their drinking or Dil for smoking pot? No. I love them all the same.
Kimi brushes her hands against her face dramatically, looking up for more reassurance or words of comfort, but before she can say anything, Charlie is already at the bottom of the stairs. He's dressed in a white t-shirt reading Young & Ruthless in jagged letters, a snap-back cap turned backwards, and a pair of jeans that hung loosely from his waist.
"You guys ready?" He asks, handing me the keys to his black Camero. I'm up and ready, but it takes Kimi awhile. She reluctantly scoops herself from the marble staircase and shrugs.
"Yeah, sure. Let's go."
