Posh Kids (Gen. 4)

Harrison

I sat in my room, reading Animal Farm, while Matty smoked a spliff. Then, my phone began buzzing in my pocket, but I ignored it.

"Can't you stop reading a Communist satire to answer a goddamned phone?" asked Matty, raising an eyebrow. I sighed, and to no surprise, it was Harper.

"Yo, bro. Party, girls, booze, bunch of other random shit. Eleanor's place," slurred Harper, right before disconnecting the phone. I slid my phone back into my pocket, dog eared the page I stopped on, and reached for my sneakers.

"Where you going?" questioned Matty, blowing a ring of smoke while his eyes were crossed.

"Eleanor's throwing a party and it got the Harper seal of approval. I have to be there," I stated, while shoving my foot into a shoe.

"I'm in. Wait. Are you sure it's at Eleanor's?"

"That's what Harper said."

"Why are you going? You're one of those sit around the fireplace and smoke a cigar guy," explained Matty, with the toss of his head.

"Because, there's just someone I want to see. No biggie," I replied, lacing up my shoes.

"Her," muttered Matty under his breath.

"What?"

"You just like her because she's mysterious and hot," exclaimed Matty, widening his arms.

"Maybe I do. It's not like I can help it."

"Whatever, mate. Anyway, are we still on for camping?" asked Matty, as he stood up, and the two of us left my room.

"Yeah, we're going to that place that's blocked off, you know?"

"Sweet," replied Matty, who positioned his spliff between the corners of his mouth. The two of us walked out of the house, downstairs, and outside, breathing in the crisp air. Our steps were in sync as our shoes clacked on the sidewalk. It was about 6ish, meaning the sky was beginning to get dark.

"Mate, who are all these people here?" asked Matty, looking around Eleanor's house. A few cars were parked horribly on the lawn, and some people were scattered there too, presumably passed out.

"I don't know. I didn't even know that Eleanor hung out with this many people," I reasoned, scratching my head in confusion. I looked upwards, and saw Madeleine's face in one of the windows, her mascara heavily applied, and a large smile on her face.

"How did you even do this, Mads? Eleanor's mum probably would have a heart attack if she found out you did this to her house," I argued, whilst sitting on Eleanor's mum's bed.

"Relax. The stuff we gave her won't wear off for a while, and she won't remember anything," reassured Madeleine, taking a sip from the bottle of water on the bed stand. Suddenly, a rattling noise came from the closet, buzzing more and more by the second.

"What do you think that is?" I asked, pointing at the wardrobe. Madeleine shrugged, and walked to the closet, her hand on the handle of the door.