Fire Red Lipstick-Yenissa

8

        The rest of the night went okay. I did some karaoke ("Fight Song" by Rachel Platten) and everyone cried because of my beautiful singing voice. I cried too. . . .you see, my mother used to sing this to me when I was a baby. Then, she died. Jaxon and I announced our engagement to everyone as well. I was hoping to ask Melissa to help plan the wedding, but when I went to go talk to her, she just walked away! I have no idea why.

        As the party comes end, the four of us say our goodbyes and leave out the front door. Jaxon has his arm around my 0.2 centimeter waist, the rings on his leaving goosebumps on my skin. We load into the car, same seating arrangement as before: Jaxon and I in the front, Leo and Melissa in the back.

        We're turning into my neighborhood, Glittering Foxington Heights, when Melissa says, "Wait!" We all turn to look at her. "Uh, Y/N. . . . do you want to have er- a sleepover? At my house?" she bites her lip so hard it bleeds a little bit. It's as if she's praying to God that I'll say yes. It's a good thing I do.

        "S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sure!"

        She grins. "Jaxon, my neighborhood is the next one over. 17293, Shannon Street. It's a red house. Can you take us there?"

        He pinches the bridge of his nose in thought. Wow, this must be such an inconvenience for him. Finally, he nods and continues driving through my neighborhood and into the next one. Melissa's neighborhood.