༼real life༽
T W O. Y E A R S . L A T E R.
"Max. Hurry the hell up!" My best friend Noah is yelling into her bathroom, which I've been camped out in for the last hour. In my defense, it's Halloween night and Noah somehow managed to get the two of us, and our friend Sof, invites into some "exclusive" party up in the hills.
And once Noah gets an idea, there's no stopping here. Believe me, I've tried. I told her, MANY times, that i was more than just ok with hanging out in her mansion-like house and watching old movies all night. She, of course, didn't listen to me. Stubborn bitch.
Also while on her convincing spree, she managed to convince me to dress up as a dead bride. Talk about cliche.
I tug at the hem of my decidedly short dress, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. Noah thought the costume would be funny, considering, as she said, "all your exes wish you were a dead bride." I laughed, sure, but I can't say it didn't hurt.
Noah says things like that a lot.
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"One second!" I yell back to Noah, and then step into her room. She's sitting on her bed with Sof, getting her hair braided into an elaborate crown-like thing. Noah immediately stands up when I walk in, and Sof groans.
"Damn, Maxine." I can't help but cringe at the sound of my full name, but I giggle anyways. She motions for me to turn, and so I spin in a circle.
Sof wolf-whistles, and I flip my best friends off with a laugh.
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The three of us pile into an Uber, after checking our stuff for the thousandth time. The Uber was, you guessed it, Noah's idea, since we're probably going to get fucking blackout drunk. Neither Sof nor I are in any position to tell her otherwise.
What can I say, we like having fun.
Our driver is a young guy, and Sof flirts with him out of boredom while Noah and I pass around her flask. I wince as the liquid burns down my throat, but keep taking larger-than-I-should sips.
Sof is this close to getting the driver's phone number, and probably his fucking social security number while she's at it, when we pull up to the address Noah was given. As a goodbye, Sof kisses the driver on both of his cheeks. Noah glares, and takes an extra big sip.
"You've got to stop toying with straight boys." I tell Sof, feeling the alcohol beginning to set in. She just giggles, and looks over to Noah. Like always, Noah won't meet her eyes, so she rushes up the steps into the house.
"Babe, you're just doing this cause you know that angry sex is the best." I tell the only one of my friends who hasn't left yet.
Noah and I have known each other since we were two, which will explain the less-than-platonic nicknames and shit like that. Noah just grins at me, cheshire-cat-like, and rushes into the Sway House after her girlfriend.
I pause for a second, staring at the house. It's lit up, and even from the driveway I can hear the loud music and even louder voices. Sway Parties are notorious, no matter what part of L.A you're from, and I have no fucking clue how Noah managed to get us in. But somehow she did, obvious from the way the guy at the door lets her in without a fuss.
I follow her, walking quickly up the steps so that Noah and Sof don't leave me. I'm let in without any kind of questions, and immediately grab Noah's hand. "You're such a fucking child, Max." Noah whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear over the loud ass music.
But, I feel her grasping my hand tightly.
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