Just another taste of the stories swirling in my head. They have begun. I want to finish the others, no doubt but The more I write the more Ideas I get, so if I ever want to write these I need to actually share them. Let me know what you think. S. K.

The Party

Tori

The mansion in Malibu was a total dream. Marble floors, sharp corners, and views of the ocean that looked like they were straight out of a movie. This place was the epitome of luxury, and it was the perfect setting for Anya's bon voyage party.

"Hey, babe, look at this place!" Anya spun around in the living room, her arms outstretched. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, catching the light as she twirled.

"It's amazing, right?" I smiled, trying to match her energy, but there was this knot in my stomach that wouldn't go away. Anya was leaving, and I was supposed to be happy for her, but it was hard to push down the sadness creeping up my throat.

The house was already filling up with our friends from Hollywood Arts. The six of us – me, Cat, Robbie, Jade, Beck, and Andre – had been through so much together. We were a tight-knit group, and even though Anya wasn't part of the original "Six," she had managed to infiltrate our crew by the end of senior year when I finally came out. She fit right in like she'd been there all along.

"Andre!" I called out, waving as he entered the room with his usual cool swagger. He gave me a nod and a smile, heading straight for the music setup in the corner. No party was complete without Andre on DJ duty.

"Hey, Tori!" Cat's bubbly voice rang out as she bounded over, her red hair bouncing with each step. She gave me a quick hug before darting off to explore the house. "This place is like a castle!"

Robbie followed close behind, trying to keep up with Cat's energy. "Yeah, Tori, you really outdid yourself this time."

I laughed, feeling a bit more at ease with my friends around. "Thanks, Robbie. I just wanted to give Anya the best send-off possible."

Beck walked in next, his usual magnetic presence filling the room. He gave me a quick hug, his warm smile reassuring me. "This is a great place, Tori. Anya's gonna love it."

The music started pumping through the speakers, and people were mingling, laughing, and dancing. I made my way to the kitchen to grab a drink, trying to shake off the lingering sadness. This was supposed to be a celebration, after all.

As the night went on, the party grew louder, and more energetic. Anya was in the center of it all, glowing with excitement. I watched her from across the room, my heart aching at the thought of her leaving.

Jade

The mansion in Malibu was ridiculous. All marble floors and sharp corners, like something out of a magazine. It screamed money and taste, but right now, all I could think about was the crowd inside.

I sat in the car, staring at the glowing windows, my fingers drumming on the steering wheel. The parking lot was almost full, and I could already hear the faint thump of music. Tori had really outdone herself this time, throwing her girlfriend, Anya, a bon voyage party. Anya, who wasn't even part of our original group but somehow managed to worm her way in by the end of senior year.

I didn't even know why I disliked her so much. Maybe it was the way she always seemed to be everywhere, or maybe it was because she had Tori wrapped around her finger. Not that it mattered now. What mattered was that Beck was going to be there, and I needed him to see me.

We'd broken up for good this time. No more back and forth, no more making up and breaking up. I was done. But I needed him to know what he was missing. I glanced in the rearview mirror, checking my reflection one last time. I was dressed to kill, and tonight, I wanted Beck to be sorry.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car and headed toward the mansion. The cool night air did nothing to calm my nerves. As I walked in, I could feel the eyes on me. People turning and whispering, but I kept my head high, my steps confident, and my heels clicking on the marble floor. Heads turned as I entered, and I felt a surge of satisfaction. I was dressed to kill, and I wanted everyone to know it.

"Jade!" Cat squealed, running over to hug me. "You look amazing!"

"Thanks, Cat," I said, giving her a tight smile. I could feel Beck's eyes on me, and I glanced over, meeting his gaze. He looked surprised, maybe even a little regretful. Good.

"Jade, hey," Robbie said, giving me an awkward wave. "Glad you could make it."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I made my way toward the kitchen, needing a drink to calm my nerves. As I poured myself a shot, I felt a presence behind me.

"Hey," Beck said softly, and I turned to face him.

"Hey yourself," I replied, my tone icy. "Enjoying the party?"

"It's... something," he said, looking around. "You look incredible, Jade."

"Yeah, well, you missed your chance," I snapped, throwing back the shot. The alcohol burned, but it was a welcome distraction from the swirl of emotions inside me.

He reached out, but I stepped back, keeping the distance between us. "Don't, Beck. It's too late."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know. I'm sorry, Jade."

I didn't respond, just glared at him before turning on my heel and walking away. I could feel his eyes on me, but I refused to look back. I was here to have a good time, not to get sucked back into the drama with Beck.

As I made my way back to the party, I caught sight of Tori and Anya again. Anya was laughing, her eyes sparkling, and for a moment, I felt a pang of jealousy. Not because of Beck, but because of Tori. She was always so happy, so genuine, and Anya seemed to amplify that in her.

But tonight wasn't about them. It was about me, reclaiming my power and showing Beck what he was missing. As I joined the dance floor, I let the music and the energy of the party wash over me, pushing all the doubts and anger aside. This was my night, and I was going to own it.

Tori

The mansion in Malibu was buzzing with energy. Music thumped through the rooms, and laughter filled the air. I was trying to be the perfect host, ensuring Anya had the best send-off possible, but my heart was heavy with the thought of her leaving.

Then, I saw Jade.

She walked in like she owned the place, dressed to kill in a way that made my heart rate spike. She looked so delicious, so effortlessly captivating, that it was hard to tear my eyes away.

"Tori!" Anya's voice broke through my thoughts as she handed me a drink. I forced a smile, taking it from her. Without thinking, I downed the drink in one go, hoping the alcohol would help tamp down the sudden wave of attraction I felt for Jade.

"Hey, you okay?" Anya asked, her brow furrowing.

"Yeah, just... trying to relax," I said, giving her a reassuring smile. But my eyes kept drifting back to Jade, who was now chatting with Beck.

I turned to Anya, my girlfriend, and was struck by how beautiful she was. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her brown eyes sparkled with excitement. I leaned in and kissed her, and before I knew it, we were stumbling our way to the master bedroom.

As we stumbled through the door, Anya pressed me up against the wall, her lips hungry on mine. I could feel her hands roaming over my body, and I let out a moan of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

We moved to the bed, our bodies tangled together. Anya's lips trailed down my neck, and I arched my back, letting out a gasp of pleasure. I could feel her hands undoing the buttons of my shirt, and I helped her, eager to feel her skin against mine.

As Anya's lips found my breasts, I closed my eyes, imagining it was Jade's mouth on me. I could almost feel her dark hair brushing against my skin, her blue eyes staring up at me with a hungry look. I let out a moan, and Anya looked up at me, a smile on her face.

'You like that?' she asked, her voice husky with desire.

I nodded, unable to speak. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help the way I felt. I had always been attracted to Jade, even when I was with Anya. And now, seeing her at the party, seeing her the way she was dressed, I wished it were her. The girl I could never have.

I pushed Anya down onto the bed, my body covering hers. I trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her skin gently.

'Tori, yes,' Anya moaned, her fingers digging into my back.

I continued to explore her body with my mouth, making my way down to her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting gently. Anya's back arched off the bed, and she let out a strangled moan.

'Fuck, Tori,' she gasped. 'Don't stop.'

I moved my hand down between her legs, feeling how wet she was. I slipped a finger inside of her, and she clenched around me. I began to move my finger in and out, my thumb pressing against her clit.

'Oh god, Tori,' Anya cried out, her hips bucking against my hand.

I increased my pace, feeling her getting closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my own orgasm building, my body tensing with pleasure. Anya's mouth was like fire on my skin, and I could feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building inside of me, and I knew I was close. She came and I took a breath. I didn't want my secret to spill out of me. I dropped on the bed beside her, Her hands exploring my naked body. "It's your turn…" she whispered in my ear. Her lips once again on my neck.

"I moaned softly as she topped me straddling my left leg. She dripped her juices on my leg. She was still cumming, touching me got her off. She kissed her way down my body. She parted my legs, bringing my knees up around her.

Anya's tongue, a delicate dance on my clitoris, was leading me back to the precipice. I gripped the sheets tightly, my breathing rough. It was Jade's name I was about to whisper, but the pleasure, the unexpected intimacy of it all, overwhelmed me. I let out a gasp, a choked moan, and the name tumbled out, a shameful whisper against the sheets. "Jade…"

Anya froze, pulling back with a startled gasp. It was a small sound, but it shattered the spell. She slammed a pillow against my face, her voice a tight, furious whisper, "What the fuck did you just say?"

I sat up, my heart pounding. "Anya, I—"

The world spun. Anya's fury, the sudden withdrawal of her touch, was a shock. "You said Jade's name," she said, her voice trembling. "What the hell, Tori?"

There was a flurry of movement around me as I reeled trying to come down from the high that had left me. "It's just a fantasy of someone I can never have," I blurted out, desperate to fix the mess I'd made. "It doesn't mean anything. Just harmless thoughts. I love you, Anya. I'll miss you so much."

She paused fully dressed now. She stared at me, her eyes filling with tears. "A fantasy? Tori, this isn't just some harmless daydream. You called out her name while we were... How am I supposed to take that?"

"Anya, please," I pleaded, reaching for her, but she turned reaching for the handle of the door. The door slammed shut, leaving me in the empty Airbnb room, my heart pounding, my mind a maelstrom of guilt, confusion, and a lingering echo of unfulfilled desire.

I scrambled to my feet, pulling on my dress, my head spinning. I had to get to her, to explain, to make her understand. I ran after her, the pounding of my heart a frantic drumbeat against the silence.

I ran after her, barefooted I grasped her hand. "I'm sorry. You're the one I love. You're the one I want to be with."

But Anya shook her head, pulling away from me. "I can't do this," she said, her voice breaking. "I thought we had something real, but now... I don't know."

She grabbed her keys and headed for the door. "I'm leaving, Tori. I need some space."

"Anya, wait!" I called after her, but she was already gone. The sound of the front door closing was barely audible for the noise of the party.

Despondent, I stumbled back to the party, grabbing another drink. The alcohol burned its way down my throat, and I was well on my way to being drunk. The room spun around me, and I found myself leaning against a wall, trying to steady myself.

"Why does everything have to be so complicated?" I muttered to no one in particular, the weight of the night's events pressing down on me.