Not Just One

Chapter 8-Pickles

        7 o'clock on the dot, Straub knocks on the door. He stands there, his hair slicked back, and wearing a button up baby blue shirt, and blue jeans.

        He smiles at me and blushes. "My god. Pickles, you look drop dead gorgeous. Are you ready to go?"

        I feel my face heat up and I nod. He smiles and puts out his hand. I take and we walk to the car. Straub opens the door and I get in.

        The drive there is silent as we listen to some country artist. When we get there Straub smiles.

        "Don't get too drunk in there." He winks.

        "I'll try." I smirk.

        We walk in and Maddy comes running to us.

        "Few things. Don't drink the punch unless you want to be drunk. The backyard is filled with the potheads already, so unless you wanna take a quick smoke don't go back there, don't talk to will cause he's a bastard right now, and if you see Brayden bring him over to Clair." She smiles.

        Straub nods and joins his friends at the TV. Maddy grabs my arm and drags me over to the rest of our friends. Gaby is with her boyfriend a few feet away, but still apart of the conversation. The only one missing is Kelyn.

        "What happened to Kelyn?" I ask searching for her.

        Clair glares at Maddy, "You didn't tell her?"

        "Shit, sorry. So umm Kelyn kinda tried to make out with one of the girls here, crush. Also known as my brother." Maddy mutters.

        Gwen turns away and stares at Will.

        "Wait. Why?" I demand.

        "Let's just say, she liked Brayden and wanted revenge on someone." Clair snaps.

        I nod and sigh. "I'm so sorry Gwen."

        "I don't care anymore. Gaby recorded him saying some stuff, but he probably just wants to get laid so he's trying his hardest." She mutters.

        I nod and turn to look around. My eyes stop on Straub.

        "Go ask him to dance." Maddy whispers in my ear.

        "I couldn't." I stutter.

        Maddy rolls her eyes and shoves me towards Straub.

        "Hey, Straub. If you're not busy I was wondering if maybe you wanted to dance?" I ask.

        He smiles. "I'd love to dance with you."

        He hands his drink to Will and grabs my hand. "Why don't we go somewhere a little more private?"

        He takes me out front and smiles. "You're looking beautiful today, Pickles."

        I smile, "You're looking handsome today, Straub."

        He smiles and stares at me. His lips then press against mine. The world stops.