𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ~ 𝙒𝙝𝙮'𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙?

Randy could barely sit straight, he was fidgeting wildly in the backseat, he could not wait to get into the house. Tatum had successfully arrived at Stu's house without any accidents, much to his relief. Tatum was a terrible driver, he wondered how she still had a driver's license, he thought it would've been suspended by now due to her abysmal track record. She had hit him twice in the span of a half an hour, the girl definitely was not a fan. When Tatum had peeled into Stu's circular driveway, he was relieved for a moment, relieved that he was still alive. She turned off the ignition, retrieved her tiny purse and began to apply her endless supply of makeup.

Randy groaned and whined. "Are you kidding me?" He said. "You couldn't do this in the house?"

She peered at his face from the rearview mirror. "I'm sorry Randy, I'm sorry that I have to look presentable all the time, unlike some people". She rolled her eyes as she continued to meticulously apply her lipstick.

Randy deeply exhaled and began to fidget with a much larger intensity than before. Sidney followed Tatum's footsteps and began to reapply her own makeup, starting with her red blush.

"Not you too Sid", he whined.

"Sorry, Randy", she shrugged her shoulders. "We just like to look good".

He continued to fidget, his legs continuously connecting with Tatum's seat.

"WOULD YOU QUIT IT, YOU GOON?!" She yelled. He gave her a shit eating grin and continued to hit her seat.

She ignored him for a moment as she finished applying her blush and produced a bottle of perfume. She promptly sprayed her neck and hands with the sweet scent. Once she was done, she dropped the bottle back into the purse and lifted her purse, now clutched tightly in her right hand. She turned around in her seat and smacked Randy on the arm.

"OWW!" He shrieked. "WOULD YOU STOP IT WITH THE PURSE?!"

"Would you stop it with the existing?" She smirked.

Sidney seemed very much uninterested in their bickering, she paid them no mind and continued applying her makeup.

A piercing, high pitched sound was heard, they all whipped their heads around in response; the stoners have arrived. They parked close to Tatum's car and quickly vacated their own vehicle in a hurry.

"Goddamn buffoons", she muttered under her breath. Randy grinned at the entrance, now that the stoners had arrived, he was sure to have a grand old time.

"Time to make our grand entrance", Tatum smoothed her hair.

"Finally!" He quickly exited the car and slammed the door without a second glance. He was very much irritated due to his close proximity to the infuriating blonde.

"Hey watch it idiot! This car's worth more than your entire existence".

Randy rolled his eyes and quickly walked up to the front door. He peered around the driveway and the front lawn; the party was in full swing. The house was already TP-ed, the front window was smashed and the mailbox was knocked over. Partygoers lounged around on the lawn and drank to their heart's content. Randy was very much giddy with excitement; he could not contain himself. The energy from the house pulsated through and seeped out into the night air. The music was loud and deafening, he did not recognize the song that was playing but he did not care, he would be bopping to the music without a care in the world in just a few minutes. He entered the house through the open front door and was greeted by an endless supply of partygoers. Tatum and Sidney followed him in close proximity, entering the house soon after he did. He glanced around and his eyes landed on the less antagonizing blonde.