We stopped at Emira's house so she could get ready. She sat in front of her vanity doing her makeup.
"Ugh, have you seen the pic Bridget posted? She's going to the party in a GREEN tank. Disgusting Orangefield people, I swear." Emira laughed. She really did think she had a better fashion sense than every girl around.
"I don't think I'm gonna go. I'm probably gonna go home and text Chris your address instead. I have a riff to finish anyway." I said, my chin resting in my palm. Emira slowly turned her head towards me, her eyes wide.
"You are coming. And you will keep his sister occupied." Emira shot me our favorite finger while doing her eyes with the other hand, not even looking at the mirror anymore. I decided to test the waters with her. I've been feeling a bit neglected since Chris showed up. She's never been this rude before.
"Ya know, you've been kind of rude since Chris showed up." I said simply, tapping my finger against my leg.
"I'm a bitch to everyone. You know this, babes. Besides, you know how I get when a man actually peaks my interest. If it'll make you feel better, I promise to be better towards you." Emira explained as she closed her mascara and opens her red lipstick. I chose to believe her. She was basically my only friend that I spoke to on a daily.
"Alright. I believe y-" My phone vibrated, stopping me from talking. My phone only vibrates if someone is calling or texting.
CLane90: Wats ur address?
Fuck. I was really hoping he'd forgotten. I look up from my phone to find Emira eyeballing me.
"Who is it?" She asked in a serious tone. She knew who it was.
"Chris." I replied blankly. I really did wanna get to know this guy. I'm sure people had no real reason to fear him.
Stupidboy23: 1442 Column Ave
Almost immediately, he replied.
CLane90: See ya soon.
A half smile began to form on my face. I really could see this guy being a great per- my thoughts were stopped when I felt breathing on the back of my neck. It was Emira. She had finished her makeup and decided to spy on my...well it wasn't really a conversation I guess.
"So, do you promise to let me have him?" Emira batted her eyelashes at me. I mentally sighed.
"He's all yours." I said with the straightest face I could possibly pull off. Emira squealed and wrapped her arms around my neck. Something felt really off. But, I chalked it up as me just being a bit upset about Chris.
"Don't worry Jeff! We are gonna find you a better looking guy. Someone who can really make you feel like you ate too much Loco Taco." She snickered at that last remark. I did not. A few smart comments later and Emira constantly double checking her makeup, my phone finally dinged.
CLane90: We're here.
"You ready, Em?" I shot her a glance. She dramatically spun around and raised her arms in the arm.
"Time for probably the best dick of my life!" She shouted. I couldn't help but smile. I loved seeing her happy. We stepped outside to see the grey Mustang. Chris rolled down the window and motioned for me to hop in the front with him. Of course, Emira beat me to it, which made Chris shoot both of us a look of confusion. I opened the back door and sat next to Bridget who was smiling from ear to ear.
"Our first party in our new home! I'm so excited. You know, our parents always let us have parties, you two should totally come to the next one." Bridget ended her sentence with a squeal of excitement.
