"What are you going to wear? What am I going to wear? Oh My God!"
"Mel, breath," I interrupted. I understood why she was freaking out. I was too, inside. "Bring me the your Wet Seal shopping bag."
I dug through the bag, picking out a white lacy dress with a black belt. I picked up a few random necklaces and bracelets and handed them to her.
"Here, try these. With… your lace up knee high chucks."
Mel smiled from ear to ear. "You're a genius! I don't get why you always need Michael's help with this stuff, you're a natural."
I smiled slightly at the complement as I turned to look again at my group of shopping bags. Sure, I could find something cute for Mel to wear, but what about me? Damn.
"Well, I think I do need Michael's help once again," I said to Mel before walking out to the living room in search of my brother. I found him slipping a brown jacket over his red button-up shirt. He looked hot. Not that I expected anything less.
I pulled him back into the room Mel and I were using to get ready. After looking through my bags Michael pulled out the perfect dress. I don't know why I didn't see it before. It was a black strapless with a lacy overlay across the bust.
Twenty minutes later I was finishing up my makeup, which was very minimal except for the eyes. My eyes were done in a dark blue that made my eyes pop and matched the heels I was wearing flawlessly. With one last hair check in the bathroom mirror, I made my way to the living area where everyone was waiting for me.
"Damn Ron." I snapped my head up at the comment and found Mel and Michael smirking and Tommy with his mouth open. I smiled to myself as I glanced at the clock. It was 8:54. Perfect.
I told Alex that we would be there at nine. We got in the elevator and made our way up to the penthouse. Outside I looked flawless, but inside my stomach was churning.
I was seriously going to a party that the lead singer, of my favorite band, invited me to. Who else would be at this party? I grabbed Mel's hand and squeezed it lightly, letting her know that I was freaking out on the inside every bit as much as she was on the outside.
The elevator doors opened to loud music. It wasn't obnoxiously loud, but party time loud. The place was packed. I glanced around, searching for Alex, or anyone else in his band, and was surprised at all the people I recognized. Half of the people here were in bands. Not just any bands, bands from Warped. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though, should I?
I pulled Mel through the crowd in search of the kitchen. It was time to party.
In the kitchen we found plenty of alcohol. Even though I wasn't technically twenty-one yet, but this was a party. I had been drinking at parties since my sophomore year. Mel and I each made a drink for our selves before moving out to the patio that overlooked Vegas.
It was beautiful. Vegas at night was simply stunning. All the lights and the noise made me smile. This was exactly why this was my favorite city.
While admiring the streets below I hadn't noticed Mel disappearing into the crowd. I sighed. I guess I should have guessed. Mel was a party girl. She loved to mingle and meet new people. Bonus that these new people just happened to be in bands, or at least know someone who was.
I sipped at the remaining contents of my drink while taking in the crowd of people both outside on the patio as well as through the clear sliding glass doors. This was one hell of a party. I cataloged each familiar face, willing myself to remember their names.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and slowly turned to face the one person I had been searching for. Alex.
"You made it," he breathed in my ear, speaking over the noise. If I didn't know better I would say he sounded relieved.
"Couldn't miss a party like this, now could I?" I asked sweetly.
He just smiled his crowd pleasing smile, reminding me how much I loved that face. Shaking my thoughts, I leaned into his side.
"Wanna dance?" I breathed against his ear.
He reached out for my drink, setting it down on the banister and pulling me into the hotel room, the smile never leaving his face.
We danced for what seemed like hours before finding an empty space on a couch to sit. Alex took the seat, pulling me down to sit in his lap.
"So…" Alex started, somewhat nervously. I couldn't understand why he sounded nervous. I, the fan girl, should sound nervous. Not him, the rock star, who could have any girl he wanted.
"That was fun," I responded into the noisy silence.
"Roni!"
I turned to the sound of my name being hollered across the room and found Mel waving frantically at me. She was standing with Tommy and a tall guy with his back to me.
"I should go see what she wants," I said to Alex as I got off his lap.
"I'll come with you," Alex said as he slung his arm over my shoulder.
As I got closer to where my friends were standing I realized whom they were talking to. The tall figure facing away from me was John Oh. I feel like I see him everywhere, even though I only 'met' him yesterday and haven't seen him since.
"Ron, look who we ran into," Mel sang, motioning to John. I rolled my eyes at her devious smile.
"Hey, John."
"Roni, I didn't think I'd see you guys here," he said before noticing who had their arm draped across my shoulder. "Alex? What's up man?"
"John. How do you guys know each other?" Alex motioned between John and me and I shrugged. Technically I didn't really know John. We had met on accident.
"We met yesterday. If I recall someone walked right into me," John told the story with a smile.
I rolled my eyes at his grin. "And as I recall, someone decided to stalk me," I said with a grin of my own.
Alex looked between John and I and shrugged before asking if I wanted another drink. I nodded and he disappeared into the kitchen with Tommy and Mel following. I sighed at Mel's obvious let's-leave-John-and-Roni-alone plan and faced John.
"So, how'd you meet Alex? I didn't think you knew him," John commented offhandedly, watching me intently.
"I didn't. We met today and he invited us to this party," I answered motioning around me.
John simply nodded before asking, "Do you want to dance?"
I figured why not? It is a party, after all. I should have some fun. I placed my hand in his outstretched one and followed him to the makeshift dance floor.
We began dancing to the Katy Perry song flooding through the speakers. I had to admit I enjoyed dancing with John. It was different dancing with John than it was with Alex. I don't know why. I should feel nervous around both of them, but for some reason I was only nervous around Alex. I was comfortable with John. And I didn't get it. I felt like I had known him for years, when in reality it had only been a day since we met.
I lost myself in the music, allowing my body to move the way I wanted it to. I don't know how many songs had played before the music slowed to a ballad and John pulled my closer to him. I rested my arms on his shoulders as our bodies moved in sync to the music. After a moment I laid my head against John's chest. I felt content. And that scared me. I pulled away suddenly, obviously surprising John.
I mumbled an apology before disappearing into the crowd in search of my friends.
A/N: Part one of the PARTY
Don't worry, more to come... promise
what do you think of Roni's reaction to John? What do you think she'll do next?
until tomorrow, love.