To Be Close To You

=Three=

The block was filled with cars, filling up the sides of the street. Making it hard to find a spot where I could park. I park about four houses down and then Rylie gets out of the car "We are going to forget where we parked."

"Let's hope we don't" I locked the car doors.

Approaching the house I could hear a thudding of music. "Rylie- my ears are going to bleed"

She squealed "They was the best music, I'm excited."

"They?" I turned to her, confused.

"Sam, his brothers and his best friend all live together. Like a mini frat house."

"Let's hope it doesn't smell," I giggle.

"Yes, let's hope" Rylie opened the front door of the average sized house. Which was too small for a house party.

The songs played from a cassette deck. The current one was Superstitious by Stevie Wonder.

When entering, you walked into the living room that was separated from the kitchen by an arching doorway. The carpet was a long tan shag, a yellow couch that sat four people but about eight people were squished on it. There was a matching yellow chair with wooden legs, a wooden coffee table with cup rings stained on all sides. Vertical wood paneling on three of the four walls, the one wall was a cream paint.
People were crowded into the every space.

I went to look at Rylie but she was already gone and talking to people. I kick the door shut  and then walked to the kitchen where Sam was pouring drinks for people, like a bartender. He was wearing a white dagger collared shirt that have tiny green flowers all over it, and flared jeans and of course...no shoes or socks.

He looked over and flashes a big smile "Oh my god you came!" He does the shot he just poured and walked over to me.

"Yeah, Rylie came too."

"Make sure she doesn't try to hook up with Jake again."

"I forgot she did that" I cringed.

"it's not like Jake didn't like the ego boost-" he winks. "So, what will you be having?"

"I'm not drinking tonight," I sighed, disappointed in myself, "I'm the one driving."

"Boooo" he whined, "just one?"

"Okay" I gave in with no fight. Might as well enjoy it.

Sam went to make me a mystery drink for me.
Josh pops up behind me. "Hey lady, haven't seen you in a while."

I flinched and turned around, I smile "Yeah, I didn't know you guys moved into a place with Sam"

"Well with the band and everything, we thought it would be easier." He wore flared, low cut jeans with a green t-shirt that read 'Luck Of The Irish' a clover encasing the letters.

"It's a sweet crib, a little small for a party don't you think?"

"No house is too small for a party." His cheeks were rosy, and his big eyes glossy with a haze of intoxication, red solo cup in hand. His hair was curly, a little stubble on his upper lip and chin.

"You growing that out?" I circle around my mouth, asking about his facial hair.

"Indeed I am," he said with a slight smolder, rubbing his chin as if he had a beard.