Supernova

Back to me, or not

Date: June 24, 2067

Time: 11:30 pm

Subject: Back to me, or not

----Griffin----

So right now I was no my way to this party. Ezekial and I were walking through the alley way at this time of night, because I told him it was a short cut. It was, but I still felt a little unsafe walking through the alley ways at this time of night. “Are you sure this is the way?” Ezekial asked as he fixed his collar on his red Aeropostale polo.

“Yes, I’m sure.” I replied annoyed by his hesitant self.

“What are you wearing?” Ezekial insulted. I snickered.

“What am I wearing? Look at you. Who wears a polo to a party with hot chicks in a civilization of criminals and escapees? You look like you’re trying out for a summer job at country club!” I retorted with a laugh.

“I look mature.” He told me snooty like. I laughed.

“Alright.” I sarcastically muttered and leapt over a dumpster blocking the end of the alley. Ezekial heaved himself over it as well and we landed on our hot DC’s/stupid Nike’s. I had the hot DC’s of course. Party full of hot chicks; this would be awesome. “Think of all the titties in tight shirts!” I exclaimed nudging Ezekial with a wink. He fist bumped me and we blew it up.

“Tits, tits, tits!” We chanted down the road loudly in harmony. The dark road with buildings all asleep loomed in front of us except for the last house at the end of the street. Flashing lights of colors came from the windows, and I could feel the bass from here. “Oh the bass!” I sighed in happiness with my arms outstretched as I walked down the road. I heard people loudly talking/singing/yelling clearly. One of Elijah’s favorite bands was playing. 3oh!3’s voice boomed from the large speakers and I wanted it to change more than anything. Elijah is the last thing I wanted in my head.

The house was huge, but not as big as Mr. Borrower’s house. I pushed that thought out of my head and headed over to a crowd of smoking hot women. “Ezekial get your ass over here!” I beckoned.

“Sorry, I have to find my lady.” He told me smiling and walking into the house. Sequin rope hung in the tree as well as strung LED lights. A large DJ set was set up in the yard. Ezekial walked in the large white pillared house and from the open door I saw strobe lights, a stage, tables everywhere, food everywhere, and tons of people. I would go inside after I flirted a little.

“Hello ladies.” I said to a blonde with her hair up and wearing a bright blue sequined tight shirt. Her jeans were super skinny and had on a pair of hooker heels. She had a flute of soda in her hand which I thought was pretty humorous. The ages of the people here ranged from twelve to eighteen. I saw a few beer cans in the hedges and some pot head fourteen year olds trying to get high in the back. It would seem that I’d be the type of guy to get in that bad stuff, but I hated it. I hated it so much. None of our group of friends did that shit. I wanted to go back and yell at them, but yelling at a lady was against my code of conduct.

“Oh hey.” The blond said winking at me.

“Who’s he?” Her brunette friend in a white tank top and short shorts said. She had a pair of hooker heels on too. I had ran into the slut crowd.

“Mysterious stranger I guess.” The ginger in the low cut v-neck black tee said as she put her hand on my arm.

“Oh, I guess so.” I seductively said unable to bring my eyes up to hers. They were preoccupied by other things.

“What’s your name?” The blonde asked with a stupid laugh looking at me with her overly eye lined blue eyes.

“Griffin. How bout you girls?” I asked putting my arm around the blonde and the red head slid her shoulders around the other arm.