Falling Into Place

Chapter One: The Gold At The End Of The Rainbow

Chase

After the worst summer in history, a party didn't seem like too bad an idea. Everyone from my year was going, so it was guaranteed to be fun. Even if it wasn't, could it possibly be worse than the last three months of doom I had suffered? Unlikely.
In June, Tom, my older brother, moved back home after flunking out of college. I was dumped by six girls, and dumped one. Tom smashed my playstation and I was bored out of my mind.
In July, my dad got one of his girlfriends pregnant, and I had to stay with him for 'moral support'. Down in Ford the girls didn't know a good offer when they saw them, so in one month I got twelve rejections, one kiss, and was dumped once. Not exactly brilliant.
In August, I found out that Cooper, my best friend, is moving to Spain after graduation, so I'll lose my wingman. Lauren, the most popular girl in the school, went out with me for a week (second base) and then moved on to DJ. I was rejected three times and dumped four.
Now I was going to Howard's party, which was supposed to be the event of the year. People were talking about it before school ended. His parents are out of town for two weeks, and left him money for food, which is, naturally, going to be blown on alcohol. Howard himself is performing as disc jockey, and his friend Luke is going to act as bartender. The party was set to end all other parties.
Cooper and I were going to his house first, to get our game together for the night.
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"Hey, can you give me a hand with my outfit?" Cooper pleaded as he stared into his closet, "I need something that will bring all the boys to the yard, 'cuz my milkshake just don't cut it anymore!"
I rolled my eyes as I attempted to see sanity in any one of his outfits. He was too gay to realise that his fashion choices resembled that of a twelve year old. I almost laughed at his 'hot-pants' and 'snapbacks'.
"Seriously man?" I sighed, "Just wear jeans and a t-shirt."
"Too straight." He scowled, "You want me to come home with a girl?"
"Trust me, your rainbow hair will deter any girls who consider it." I smiled, "You could wear a rainbow t-shirt to match! And rainbow jeans! Gold shoes..."
"Oh my JLaw that is too perfect!" He squealed, gathering the clothes, "That's why you're my straight fashion consultant! Are you sure you're not just closeted?"
He skipped off to change before I could tell him off. He was such a child at times. But he was my best friend.
"What d'you think?" He span around, "Fabulous, right?"
"Super fabulous." I smirked, "What's the game plan? Which guys are you tryna turn tonight?"
Cooper claims he can turn any guy gay for one kiss. It has yet to be proven wrong.
"DJ." He smiled, "So you'll have to distract Lauren for me!"
"Forget it." I hissed, "We had a thing. You'll have to get someone else to distract her. I'm moving on my own tonight."
"Whatever you say." He shrugged, checking the time on his phone, "Let's go. You can be designated driver."
"I'm getting pissed." I laughed, "We can walk home and leave your car there. Actually, you'll probably be with some guy by the end of the night. Give me your house key."
He handed it over begrudgingly and we trundled downstairs and out the door to where his green mini sat proudly at the sidewalk. I sat into the driver's seat and revved the engine, as Cooper ran around the car and jumped in, immediately tuning the CD player into some Beyoncé crap. Don't hate me for not liking 'the queen', but I HATE her.
"C'mon, we're going to PAR-TAYYYYY!!!!" Cooper screeched excitedly, "And I'mma turn DJ gay for a while. What does DJ even stand for?"
I groaned as I started the car. No alcohol, and he was already drunk. Great.
"Like, Derek James?" He asked, seemingly deep in thought, "Dick John? Who knows!"
"David Jay." I set him straight, "We were in history together for three years."
"Has he ever been anti-gay?" Cooper asked, "Or kissed a guy before?"
"Nah, he's pretty neutral." I shrugged, "But he is going out with Lauren."
"Which reminds me, I need a wingman." He took out his phone and set about texting, "Tell me when we get there."
I switched his upbeat rubbish for some Fall Out Boy, and just sat back. This party had to rock, and I had a feeling it would make up for the summer.