Chapter Nine (Party Time)
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"Hello?" I heard my dad say.
"Dad I need to tell you something." I told him quietly.
"Aubree, are you okay?" he asked concerned.
"Yes dad, now I seriously need you to listen to me. It's really important."
"What's wrong kiddo?"
"I- I think I'm…. I think I'm…. I'm in love." I almost whispered into the phone.
"Really Aubree, with whom?"
"I don't think it's wise to tell you quite yet, but I will eventually. I gotta get back to work, bye dad." I said hoping to conceal how nervous I was. Truthfully I don't think it worked.
"Okay kiddo…. I'll talk to you later. Would you and Loki like to come over to my place after work? I'm throwing a party." My dad stated wisely. Of course he asked me to come to his party…. I've always considered him the king of parties.
"Yeah, I think we could manage to do that. Love you bye!" I chuckled lightly while saying.
"Okay, I hope to you see you both there! Love you kiddo, bye." He said and then pressed the end button. I smiled and walked out of the bathroom and back into the room where Loki was still. Once I got in the room I saw Loki and he looked…. Well, he looked rather angry.
"Loki what's wrong?" I asked him.
"Why does everyone believe I am the enemy here?" he screamed at me.
"Loki, calm down. Why do you say that?" Seeing him like this made me really think about how dangerous he actually is.
"While you were doing whatever the hell you went to do, Nick Fury came in here. He told me that he believes I am playing you only to get you to confess S.H.I.E.L.D's secrets. He told me that if you complain about me, even once, then I will be imprisoned again…. Why does everyone not believe me?" I gazed straight into Loki's amazing blue-green orbs of eyes, and I found them laced with tears.
"Loki, don't listen to him. I don't think of you as an enemy so don't let that get to you. I left to call my dad, to tell him something um important, and he said he's throwing a party tonight. He invited us to attend it, how does that sound? You know some dancing, drinking, loud music, I think it'll be beneficial for the both of us." I stated trying to calm him down.
"I will go, but only under one condition." Loki said, cheering up a little bit.
"Okay, what's the condition?" I asked a little quieter.
"You have to swear not to get extremely drunk…. It scares the shit out of me seeing you like that for you seem weak, vulnerable almost, and it scares me badly."
"Sounds fine with me, now I think we should get back to work." Loki nodded and I walked over to sit across from him.
The work day went by just like normal: slow and boring. With having Loki there I had a little bit of fun added into my daily schedule…. As much as you could while conversing with a villain. As soon it was five o' clock Loki and I drove back to my apartment. I took a shower, brushed my hair, did my makeup, and stood in my towel staring at my closet for the perfect outfit. Should I wear a dress, or settle for a pair of jeans?
"Loki?" I called his name from my room.
"Yes Aubree?" he responded.
"Come here please, I need your help." Loki walked in my, our, room about one minute later. He wore a pair of black skinny jeans, a plain gray cotton shirt, and a pair of black converse. Thanks to my ex…. Loki had clothes, even though they were the exact opposite of anything he's ever worn before. "You look nice." I stated, not really wanting him to hear me.
"Thank you. What did you need help with?" he asked. Damn, he heard me. He looked over at me and smirked at my lack of clothes.
"What should I wear to the party?" I asked returning my gaze to my closet that was now starting to piss me off.
"I think what you have on is fine, but if you do not like that then wear something simple." He stated obviously.
"I'm sorry smart ass…. I haven't been to many parties, how the fuck am I supposed to know what to wear?" I joked. I've been to many, and I mean many, clubs but I've never been to an actual party: let alone one of my dad's parties.
"Wear this," Loki said grabbing a pair of my high wasted light color shorts from Hot Topic. He also grabbed a simple black tee shirt with lace sleeves, and told me to wear my white Doc Martens.
"Thank you Loki! Now, get out and I'll change." He left the room, seeming somewhat sad, and I changed. Usually I don't like to brag about my body, but in this outfit I looked pretty damn hot! I checked my hair and makeup one last time, grabbed my purse, and walked out of my bedroom. "Let's go party!" I yelled excitedly to Loki, who stood up and smiled at me.
"I must say, the outfit I picked out is pretty ravishing." He chuckled and we walked to my car. The ten minute drive, because of late Friday night traffic, was silent. When we arrived at my dad's house we sat in the car for about five minutes before I actually said something.
"Loki, don't do anything stupid. My dad invited you here to prove a point to me and that is he can get the fuck over me and you being friends. Please be polite and don't fuck this up for me." I said seriously. Loki nodded and we walked into my dad's place. The music pierced my ear drums, the air smelt thick with alcohol, and there was a massive wall of bodies dancing. Well fuck, this is going to be fun!