This is just a completely random story I though of like FOREVER ago, but I wanted to update today, haha. ;D Hope ya like it!
And yes, it's a completely random title .... Any suggestions for that issue? Haha.
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The Night of June Sixth
I slid on a sleek cover up over my swimsuit, staring at myself in the mirror. I looked perfect from my head down to my toes, at least for the pool party Alyssa had invited me to. I hadn't wanted to go, but she insisted that I came with her to keep her company. I felt a little nervous about it too, knowing I've never been there, the venue that is. A pool party in the middle of nowhere. Didn't that seem fun?
I grabbed a pair of flip flops from my closet and threw them over next to by bag, which I probably wouldn't take anyway. I didn't like carrying anything especially to parties, but a weird feeling told me that I'd need my phone tonight. I neglected the thought, tossing my BlackBerry onto my unmade bed.
"Knock, knock," I heard from my doorway.
I swept around to see Alyssa in a chic, purple cover up that matched her overly stuffed pool bag, but she sunk into a slump and scowled. Her bag slipped from her shoulder, bashing into her wrist and then falling down to my red mahogany bedroom floor. I sat up on my bed, waiting patiently for her to tell me her dilemma of the moment, but she let out a huge sigh, telling me she needed cheering up.
"I can't wait until the party," I grinned in my attempt to get Alyssa all giddy and excited.
"Well, nothing's wrong..." She trailed off, giving a false smile.
I patted my bed for her to come over and sit with me, because I wanted to know what possibly could make my bubbly best friend so depressed and full of ennui. She plopped on my bed, slouching, and tucked her silky brown hair behind her ears and letting her eyes linger on the ground, staring vacantly at her painted toenails. Something very tragic must have happened to her.
"Alyssa, tell me what's wrong," I pestered her with my whining voice until she finally opened her mouth.
"I broke up with my boyfriend," she cried, "but I still love him." She wiped a tear from her cheek, "No, I don't want to talk about him."
I watched her crumble right in front of me, shaking her head with the tears dripping from her chin. I hated seeing my best friend in such a dilemma, such a melancholy situation. I tried to comfort her with a great big bear hug and a few reassuring words, but she sat limply and cried.
"I'll be fine," I assured her, "Let's just go to the party."
She glanced up, smiling brightly.
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I glanced over to a boy, well a young man, standing alone with a can of Coke in his hand, and he swayed to the music the DJ played. I felt a little sorry for him since he had gorgeous eyes and seemed so kind and gentile. He had those grey and stunning eyes, piercing through the air and onto me. I didn't know whether to force myself to go stand next to him or go elsewhere. He ruffled his luscious, chocolaty brown hair, making it shaggy but inviting, and I sniffed the faint scent of his Acqua Di Gio cologne. He had me at that moment, and before I knew it, he was making his way towards me.
"Hey," He spoke casually, taking a sip of his soda afterwards.
The DJ switched on a slow song, telling everyone to find someone to dance with. I blushed, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks, and I just stood awkwardly next to him. With the song halfway over, the guy took my hand and wrapped his around me. We were dancing. I was already falling for him, and I didn't even know him.
