Mama's Boy (L.H.)

5. Party Time

Disappointment had been a recurring theme in my life. It was definitely been something that I had not only been used to, but expected as well. So when my father called Saturday morning saying that he wouldn't be coming in until the next morning, I shouldn't have been as upset as I was. But it had been three weeks since I last saw my dad and I missed him. It was understandable to me angry. And what did I do when I was angry?

"We're going to the party." I told Michael through the phone.

"Thank fucking God!" He cheered. "What made you change your mind?"

I started grabbing thing for me to wear. "I need to get drunk."

There was a pause before he spoke. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. Why do you ask?" I asked while walking into my bathroom.

"Piper, I'm your best friend. I know you better than you think. So I know that you only drink when something is bothering you."

I stopped moving and cursed under my breath. Of course he would know. "Look, it's nothing major. Can we please just go?"

Michael sighed. "Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it?"

I stared at my own reflection. "Yes."

That was all Michael needed. He knew that once I said I didn't want to talk about something, I meant it. So he didn't push the matter further. "Alright, I'll be there at 8."

"Okay, see you then." And I hung up the phone.

Before I jumped in the shower I decided to give Gabby a call. She and I had become good friends over the few days we had known each other. I learned we had a lot of things in common. Our taste in music and love for writing being the main things. She was a pretty cool chick. Weird and awkward, but really cool.

She answered on the third ring. "I have a problem."

"Okay... What is it?" I questioned.

"I wanted to answer the phone with 'What's up skank?', but I didn't know how you would feel about it." She sighed.

"I don't mind." I laughed. "You can greet me however you please."

"So if I were to say 'Hey Fuckface.', you'd be cool with it?"

"Yep."

"Sweet! So what do I owe the pleasure of this conversation my friend?" She asked.

I leaned against my bathroom counter and played with the hem of my shirt. "There's a party tonight that I'm going to and I want you to come with."

There was a moment of silence before she started stuttering. "I-I don't know."

My brows furrowed. "Why not?"

She let out a long sigh. "I have anxiety about parties."

Well shit.

"Listen, I'm not going to pressure you to go. We can always hang out another time." I told her. "But if you do decide to go, I know you will have fun. There will be cute guys and a lovely plethora of weed."

Gabby thought it over before she sighed. "Alright, you had me at weed."

I smiled. "Great! I'll come get you after 8."

"I hope you know you're buying." She laughed before hanging up.

I let out a laugh to myself and got ready for a shower. After the shower I changed into a red sleeveless dress with a black peter pan collar and printed black lips. It was still a bit cold out at night so I slipped on some black tights underneath. Once I was dressed I started sorting out my hair and makeup.