I knew that Janessa's party wasn't going to be my only. The Harrisons had been talking about having one for the past few months, so I wasn't surprised at all when I saw the pale pink invitation on my pillow after school. I didn't understand why I needed it, but I accepted the formallity of the gesture.
The party was being held at the Felton's house since they considered me the daughter they never had, but Mrs. Felton desperately needed. She had told me that herself. It was also because they were used to having movie stars occupy their home because of Tom. The Harrisons, they were afraid, would freak out a bit and be overly welcoming to the point where it was a bit creepy.
From school, my entire volleyball team had been invited as well as Lily, the girl who had the Halloween party where Tom and I started dating, a few other girls from my class that I had talked to a few times but didn't really consider us friends (Mrs. Harrison just jumped to conclusions), a few guys that I talked to after a soccer game, a few I talked to after a cricket match, and then my main circle of friends.
From Harry Potter, Dan, Emma, Bonnie, Rupert, Alfie, Devon, James and Oliver Phelps, Katie Leung, Matt Lewis, Afshan Azad, Shefali Chowdhury, Clemence Poesy, Jamie Waylett, Josh Herdman, Stanislav Ianevski, Rob and, of course, Tom were invited. So basically, the entire young cast. I asked Maggie Smith to come when I last visited the set because I felt I needed someone there who made me look important, but she was busy filming another movie. Next I wanted to ask Alan Rickman, but Tom got scared for me. That man was very much like his character. Then I thought about it and I realized that basically the entire Harry Potter cast was coming to my going away party without the older actors and my self-esteem went through the roof.
"No," I laughed as I placed my hands on Tom's. He was trying to write 'We'll miss you, McKenzie' on a cake his mom had just frosted. Currently it looked like he was trying to say 'Walt miss yow'. "Go slower so the letters don't run together. It's too late to save the other words, but I will not let my name be messed up."
I heard Mrs. Felton let out a muffled giggle as she continued to set up food platters for the party. I didn't turn around to look at her, though, since I was concentrating so much on the cake.
"How come everyone just loves to make fun of me?"
"Because it's so easy," I laughed.
Tom shook his head, smiled, and used his superior strength to move the frosting tube up towards my face, sqeuzzing a big glob of pink fosting onto my nose. I let out a weird sound that was a mixture of a laugh and scream. Mrs. Felton finally turned around.
"Thomas, now why would you do that?" The full name meant that he was in trouble.
"It was my fault, Mrs. Felton. I provoked him," I said with a smile, glancing at Tom and wiping the frosting off my nose.
Mrs. Felton looked at her son and shook her head in disapprovement, despite me taking the blame. "You can go wash your face, deary. Your nose is stained now."
"Yeah, I don't wanna look like Rudolph at my going away party, now do I?"
I cocked my head to the side and looked at Tom. He still had the frosting tube in hand but I had some on my hands. I took one step away, double back, wiped the pink frosting on his sweatshirt, and then ran away laughing. Basically, I was six years old.
I was upstairs in Tom's room by the time that he showed up to change. He obviously wasn't expecting me there because his eyebrows crinkled.
"What are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be washing up?"
I had been thinking in the past week since Janessa's party. What Tom and I almost did... it really stayed on my mind. We had been dating for almost eight months at this point and the most we had done was make-out. Everyone always bothered us about it, but Tom claimed it didn't bother him. I knew it did. It would bother any teenage guy. Honestly, teenage boys are horny little fuckers who need some action - action that is expected in most parts of the world after only a few months. Eight was way past that few month limit.
"I've been thinking..." I started, "and I wanted you to know that I love you. A lot. And... it might be hard to remember that while I'm back in America and you're here, doing whatever it is you will be doing... working on movies... meeting other girls..."
"McKenzie, I'm not going to -"
"Tom, I've seen some of roles that you've gotten lately and you can't tell me that you won't be doing anything with anyone else." I took in a deep breath, looked up at Tom, and began to walk towards him. Once I reached him, I extended my arm to shut the door then pulled Tom farther into the room. My legs were shaking but I was trying my best to hide it.
"I told you we don't need to do any of this, Kenz."
"I want you to remember me even while I'm thousands of miles away. This way you will."
I backed up a step and reached to remove my shirt. Once that was off, I would let him do whatever the hell he pleased. I just wanted to do what I had planned to do.
I walked the step back over to Tom and got down on my knees in front of him. He definitely knew what I was going to be at this point.
"Kenz -"
"Sh."
Of course I was terrified about what I was about to do. In fact, I had no idea what I was even supposed to do. It seemed pretty self explanatory, but how was I supposed to know. Aside from making out, I was a virgin in every other aspect of sexual relations. I wanted Tom to talk me out of it. I did. But I had been so determined to do this and now was the perfect time. All the stress this had caused me... I couldn't not go through with it now. I could feel Tom's eyes on me as I reached for his belt buckle and began to undo it. There was no turning back now...
