"Hold still." I commanded to Miley who sat on the edge of my bed while I did her makeup for her Halloween costume. I absolutely loved Halloween! The rush of being scared and just the excitement had me thrilled every year. However, Christmas is my favorite holiday.
Chris, the kid who hosts all the parties, invited Miley to a Halloween party and she wanted me to tag along even though I wasn't invited, but she said, "If he won't let you go to his parties, we'll just go to a club and have fun by ourselves." Those exact words made me love her even more, if that was even possible. I did go to his last one under the persuasion of Selena and he never saw me. I was supposed to meet Justin there too.
After I covered Miley's face with a white base and added a teal color from the top of her eyebrows to her the bottom of her eye sockets, I drew two black lines that led from the inner corner of her eyes to her cheeks and an additional line that started at the inner corner of her eyes and ended at the sides of her head. I finally finished with her nose and lips entirely black, a cross on her forehead, two fat squiggly lines on her glabella, and two stitch marks leaving from the corner of her lips.
She got up and made her way over to my bathroom.
"So, Selena came over yesterday." I informed, grabbing my French maid costume from the bed before changing into fishnet tights.
Miley scoffed. "You're kidding." She said.
"She said she was sorry, but she wants better, so I let her get what she wanted and that was Taylor." I said.
Before Miley could answer back, Madison walked in in her Halloween costume. She wore a white wig, black and white striped leggings, a white tutu, and a black glittery shirt. I didn't know what she was supposed to be, but she looked really good.
"Dallas is taking me trick-or-treating with my friends." she warned.
"Okay," I said, before she left.
I put on the entire outfit and some black high heels. My hair was already done including the bow I added. Miley came out in a black strapless one piece with holes down the side which didn't cover her legs. On top of all of that was a leather jacket that I let her borrow and a choker with long spikes around her neck.
"C'mon, let's go." Miley said, grabbing her phone and purse.
•❤•
Miley and I soon arrived at Chris' house and just like the last time, teens were pouring out of it like never before. We made our way up the house from Miley's car as my phone continuously rang from my hand. I answered it without looking at the caller I.D.
"Hello?" I said as Miley and I entered the house
"Hey, Demi. Where are you?" Justin asked loudly in the phone. I already knew he was inside because the music playing in the background was the exact same sound pounding against my ear.
"At the front door with Miley." I said, looking up and finding Miley grinding on Nick who was dressed as a vampire. "Okay." I mumbled, dragging the "A".
"Okay." Justin said right before I hung up and stuffed my phone into the white silk strap of my maid outfit that wrapped around my waist.
My eyes wondered around the room, pointing out the people that actually looked good and the sluts. Selena and Taylor's friends, Kaitlin and Tya, stood by the fireplace examining the crowd while Taylor made out with some random guy dressed, in what looked like, a playboy bunny outfit. Predictable. Yes, I was dressed as a French maid, but I didn't look like a slut showing a lot of cleavage.
As I scorned at the image, someone grabbed me by the waist and whispered, "Boo!" I jumped from their grasp, before turning around and noticing Justin laugh hysterically, wearing an air hole unisex shark mask, which covered his mouth and nose, and a gray tribe shirt with black pants.
"Oh my God," I said furrowing my eyebrows, but soon laughing along with him.
"If you're a French maid, does that mean you're good at French kissing?" Justin asked, smiling from ear to ear. I just laughed. I didn't know what to think at the moment.
He pulled me close by my waist until our faces were inches away from each other. Our lips met, before softly moving in a rhythm of our own. Without any type of warning, he slid his tongue in and let our tongues dance gracefully, until he pulled away. It was as if we were the only people in the room. There it was again, that feeling of being safe.
I had to admit, I was starting to like him, but I was also being such a whore. I just made out with someone who I wouldn't even call my boyfriend yet.
That's when everything came to place. The slightest words he had said started to get to my head. When he pulled me close, feelings I've hardly experienced caught a hold of me. They meant everything. They had left me no choice. I couldn't even speak. Did he even know how he made me weak?
I wanted to tell him I was a lightweight. That he'd better be careful what he said and with every word I was blown away. He was in control of my heart. I was easy to fall and easy to break. I was hoping he would keep me from falling apart.
Just in case I needed him there when I called, I wanted him to make a promise that he'll always be in reach because this was all so new. I didn't know if this was a safe place to fall.
I wanted to tell him, but I just couldn't. I was scared.
I felt a fiery sensation grow in my cheeks. I couldn't help, but cover them quickly with my hands. I was so nervous with him. Everything had to be perfect.
"Aw," He said. "Don't do that." He moved my hands. The words I wanted to tell him wouldn't leave my mouth. I was stuck. I was frozen. I would kill to get out of this situation.
"I'm gonna get something to drink. Do you want anything?" I asked.
"Nah, I'm fine." He said.
I walked off into the crowd, finding my way to the kitchen cursing under my breath. So far, tonight was turning out okay.
I made my way to the kitchen, but there wasn't anything to drink, just some weed, a bong and probably other drugs I didn't recognize. I looked around for someone who was sober. A brown haired boy stood up against the sink, laughing at the people who were inebriated.
I lightly tapped his shoulder. "Where are the drinks?" I asked.
"At the front of the house on the porch." He said without looking at me.
I thanked him walked back outside, but I didn't see Justin on the way. Two ice chests were laid out on the porch like balcony. There were a load of people out here, sitting down on the front steps or leaning up the balcony railing drinking a beer. As I bent down to open one of the chests, someone tightly hugged me from behind. I turned around and found a big smile planted across Miley's face.
"OH MY GOD, I SAW YOU KISS HIM!" She shouted.
I smiled wide. "I thought you'd be too busy grinding on Nick to notice." I said.
She laughed. "Not this time, boo."
The front door was slammed closed and the wooden floor began to creak as someone walked upon it.
"Hey, baby." Without looking up, already knew who it was by the deep voice. This was total harassment. I let out a sigh as I looked up at Terrence.
Miley spoke, "Go to hell and grow a dick." I tried to keep from laughing.
He ignored her comment and walked closer to me. My entire body filled with fear. I was beyond scared straight, but I was determined not to show it.
"Take one step closer. I fucking dare you." Miley said once more.
He did exactly what I she said no to. My body sent shivers down my spine as he touched my arm. Yes, I could've walked away, but I wanted him to know that I wasn't scared which was a total lie. I was trying to stand up for myself for once. Before I could do anything, he bent down and harshly kissed my neck. With the blink of an eye, Terrence was on the floor holding his nose. I looked over at Justin who had his right fist clenched and then there was Miley with her jaw on the floor while a small crowd gathered around on the small porch chanting, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
Justin looked at me with his eyebrows narrowed. "Who the fuck is he?" I couldn't say anything. I was frozen again. I was still taking it all in.
"I'm her boyfriend." Terrence said, wiping the blood that dripped from her nose. This wasn't happening. I didn't believe it.
"You have a boyfriend?" Justin asked looking straight at me with hurt written all over his eyes.
"Just let me explain, please." I begged.
He didn't have a chance to say anything because within a second Terrence pushed him against wall of the house so hard it sounded as if it made a dent. Terrence hated it when people messed with him and he wouldn't go down without a fight.
They pushed and shoved until they were off of the porch, down the steps and on the front lawn with the increasing crowd following. Terrence swung at Justin. Justin tried to duck, but it was too late. Terrence pushed Justin up against someone's car. Luckily, the car alarm didn't go off. Miley and I tried to stop it, but that's hard when you have everyone else going against you. Justin got up, spitting out blood. He sent a punch to Terrence's face and in return, once he got back up, Terrence sent one right back at him sending Justin to the ground. This time Justin didn't get up. Terrence repeatedly kicked Justin in the stomach. I ran over to both of them in a panic, before pushing Justin away from Terrence.
"Leave him alone!" I yelled. Terence walked away backwards from he scene.
"His shitty ass got what he deserved." He said. "Call me later, babe." He winked, turned on his heels and walked back into Chris' house with the rest of the crowd.
The only people that stayed behind were Miley and Nick. I even saw Selena looking at the site from the porch. I turned around and bent down on my knees to comfort Justin who was coughing and spitting out blood. His lip had been busted and he had a cut on his head. I couldn't bare to see him this. A couple of tears streamed down my face. I stuck out my hand for Justin to grab.
"C'mon, you have to get up, Justin." I said. He didn't take my hand. Instead, he sat up by himself. He wasn't quite on his feet yet.
"Just go away." He said.
"Please, Justin, let me explain." I begged once more.
"What else have you lied to me about?" He asked.
I ignored his question. "If you would let me explain,-"
"Then explain." He commanded. I didn't now how to say it. I wasn't ready to tell him. I just couldn't and if I came up with a lie, it would just make things a whole lot worse.
"I-I can't." I said, weeping over that fact that I was about to loose someone I was starting to fall for.
He gestured for me to leave. As I walked away, tears filled my ears and made their way down my cheeks. I just wanted to go home. I walked past Miley to her car. Miley hugged Nick and walked towards the car while unlocking it. Once we were both inside, she locked the doors and started the engine. I could tell she was speechless.
I felt like I couldn't breathe. I wanted him to stay with me, to set me free, but I needed him to trust me and I just lost his trust. I hated him, but I didn't want him to leave me. I was confused and scared even terrified of him. He completed me, but I was in pieces. I've been here too many times. I've been abandoned by my day and I was scared he would do the same. They always forget me or don't see me. I couldn't handle another fall out. I couldn't take the pain.
•Selena•
I walked over to Justin just to see if he needed any help once Demi and Miley had left. He had finally gotten up after a few minutes. I could tell he was hurting, not only physically, but also emotionally.
"Hey, do you need any help?" I asked.
He nodded his head from left to right. "I'm fine."
"You literally have blood coming from your head and your lip." I informed him. "Hold up," I opened the door to my car that he had been pushed into earlier and pulled out two paper towels from the auto glove box. He took one and placed it up against his forehead and I took the other and placed it on his lip. His lips were unbelievably perfect. They couldn't be described. He was hot and it might've been cool to start something with him. I tied holding myself back, but our lips had already touched. I knew Demi and him had something going on, but this was payback.