We walk up to the door and can literally feel the floor vibrating from the music. Cyrus pushes the door open and walks in with me following him.
The house is packed with drunk students; some drinking, some dancing, some making out, Ew wait! Are they having sex!? I quickly look away couldn't they find a room? I think to myself. We both walk straight to the kitchen to get ourselves a drink. As soon as we walk in a Blonde in a very short black dress hugs Cyrus.
" Oh Annclaire, I'm so happy you could make it !"he gushes.
" Yeah I had to attend my favourite cousin's birthday"
"Rita this is Annclaire my cousin." he said placing his one hand on her shoulder. Annclaire this is Rita" he said pointing at me with the other hand.
"Hey nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too."
" I will join the others." I said as I left to where people were dancing.
I found an empty seat and I sat watching at how people were enjoying the music.
"Not having fun" I heard someone say, I looked up and see a really cute boy with dark brown hair, hazel eyes and was probably 6 foot 4.
" How could you tell?" I asked as he sat next to me.
"Well you have been sitting on this couch for about thirty minutes now looking miserable" he said and I laughed a little.
"You good?" I asked him and he smiled.
"I'm Christopher" he said holding out his hand.
"Rita" I said then shook his hand.
"Who did you come here with? "He asked.
"My friend Cyrus." I answered.
Cyrus?! He asked and I nodded.
Nice am his older brother.
Wait ! What?
Yeah! He didn't tell you? He asked.
"Actually I never asked for your name but all I know is that I was attending his older brother's birthday party.
Ooh ! I see
Before he could even say another word some of his friends came and took him away.
A new song starts and I throw my arms in the air and start swaying my hips to the beat, getting lost in the song. Suddenly I feel someone behind me and they wrap their arms around my waist, moving in sync with me. I can tell is a guy by their body and scent. Damn! He smells amazing, wait! this cologne smells familiar. Cyrus!! I say to myself I'm surprised I can even smell him through this pack of sweaty, horny people.
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Not Sorry I Left
RomanceIt's about a girl who put on a mask;happy. She felt powerless,someone who was immune to the pain and drown deeper in her darkest fears. The mirror was the only thing that knew who she really was.
