Wilder has an extra ticket to a party and invites his best friend Tristen to go with him. Tristen isn't quite thrilled but decides not to turn down his friend's offer.
'It's just a party. It's gonna be fun.' That's what Tristen thinks. Wilder, on th...
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After staring at the invitation card for nearly twenty minutes, I finally said, "It's so... sparkly."
I have never seen anything like it before. It had glitter, gold, bright colors, and every shiny material I could think of. It looked fancy in a fun way.
"Hell yeah, it is!" Wilder replied while taking his shirt off in front of the bathroom mirror. "This is the party of the year, Tristen. If they didn't put so much effort in that thing, so many people would be disappointed."
"Wow. That big, huh?"
"You have no idea."
A grin from ear to ear never left Wilder's face since we got back from our college classes. He spent a lot of his time choosing his shoes, clothes, earrings, eyebrow piercings, and even his underpants, all for this party.
"I'm glad you're happy," I said from where I was sitting.
I still didn't get what's it about. It was like it's written in another language—one that only someone like my freaky best friend would crack—but it was really just plain English.
"What's it about anyway?" I noticed a blurred part of the card. "There's a text missing." I tilted my head at the invite in my hand. "I can't tell what it is."
"What?" he said as he rubbed the shaving cream on his face.
"I said," I raised my voice and squinted my eyes to get a better look at the erased letters. "A text is smudged or peeled or something. I can't really tell what it says."
"Who cares? By the way," Wilder mumbled as he moved the razor smoothly across that sharp jawline of his. "Which shirt do you think I should wear tonight? The purple one or the blue one?"
Wilder asking me about what to wear? That was a first. I guess this party must be a huge deal to him as I've never seen him worrying about fashion-related things like that since prom.
"Where are they?" I asked.
"On my bed."
I was already sitting on the bed. I rarely got off of it or the couch since my nasty breakup two weeks ago. I felt dead. If it weren't for Wilder's energetic happy self waking me up every morning for classes and pulling me to grab a cup of coffee together, I might have been really dead and found later by the stench of my rotten corpse.
I was lucky to have a roommate like him. Although, he liked to party a lot. Me, not so much.
I looked behind me and saw the two shirts. They were both glamorous and bold, just like Wilder. This was a hard choice, but I had to help him decide or he'll spend the next three hours whining about it.
"Umm... Purple." I peeked through the ajar door at his reflection in the mirror, smiling at me. "It's your favorite color." I smiled back. "Plus, it looks good on you."
