Aimy is a young teenage girl with a God given ability to view things to come in form of dreams.
Lacking understanding to them and there being no one known to her who could interpret or explain them. She ends up in a world of torments and trembles to...
Aimy drives her mom's black SUV into the driveway of Emer's family beach house, which already seem to be packed. Most of them seemed to be out by the beach, and as if on cue, Emer and her friends emerged from nowhere to welcome her in.
"You're a bit late and I see you didn't try on the clothes we picked out for you." Emer said observing her every move as they headed towards the house.
"I wore the shoes." Aimy replied out loud accidentally, and they all stared at her confusingly.
"I mean yah, I could only wear the shoes and carry the bag. The cloth was..em, too good to wear. I'm treasuring it as gold in my closet forever." Aimy added weirdly, like she was making it up as she spoke.
"Are you messing with me?" Emer asked soberly
"Ofcourse not. I meant, it was too nice for just an ordinary beach party. Perhaps I would wear it on my birthday, on day never." Aimy said whispering the last part
"Let's welcome the woman of the hour, Aimy Parker!" Lilley interrupted with a yell, once they got to where the others were, and they all responded with a resounding noise and applauding. Patricia and Emer both passed her a heavy glance of disbelief. "What? It's a party, not an interrogation center." She replied defensively, disappearing into the crowd.
"So, where is he?" someone in the crowd yelled out curiously, causing everyone to murmur intensively.
"Yah, where is he?" Emer repeated.
"Where's who?" Aimy asks confusingly
"Your Bf of course." Patricia replied acting confused.
"It's not necessary he's here, is it?" Aimy replied confusingly, "I thought the party's thrown for me." Aimy added still confused.
"Well, who throws a party without inviting her boyfriend." Someone from the crowd added.
"Oh, now I see where this is going. I can't believe I fell for this." Aimy grumbled in her mind.
"Its okay guys. I'm sure there's a logical explanation for his not being here with her tonight. He could be busy, not like their relationship is a lie or anything." Emer concludes cunningly.
"Actually, It is." Aimy replies frustratingly, "And..that's exactly why I came here tonight, to clarify that it's a false news. We aren't dating, we aren't even friends, and I wouldn't like it any other way." She announced to the crowd, then turned to face Emer again. "And Emer, I don't like you, or any of the stupid outfits you got me. They all look like rags, that's why I didn't wear them. Thanks for them and the party, but it's just Aimy Parker, there's nothing else to it."
In reality "Em." Aimy sighs with a forced smile.
"Or maybe she's just too shy. So, I'll ask my Bf, who's Wynn's brother's best friend by the way, to inform his friend and his brother to come over to his girlfriend's party." She said now typing something into her phone. Everyone went back to whatever it was they were doing, and Aimy decided to continue the conversation, on the weird topic of Emer dating Wynn's elder brother's friend. Who's supposed to be way older than they were.
"Wait, you're dating Wynn's brother's friend?" Aimy asked confusingly
"Bestfriend actually." Emer corrected. "And yah- cool- I know." She added proudly.
"And we're talking about Wynn's elder brother here, like the one who took about 10 years from him?" Aimy added confusingly
"Yah." Emer replied still typing.
"He has only one brother, don't you know a thing about your bf?" Patricia asked stylishly
"Yah. I just wanted to understand it better. Cause that would mean your boyfriend's age wouldn't be that far from Wynn's elder brother's, and that would also make him way...way older than you're." Aimy concluded in a questioning manner.
"Age doesn't matter in love d. Plus, it's not like I plan on marrying him." Emer replied still eye fixed on her phone.
"Oh! Then why are you dating him then?" Aimy added acting surprised
"Do you plan on marrying Wynn? Or do you think he'd marry you?" Emer asked soberly, now facing her.
"Ofcourse not. But in my case it's different." Aimy responds timidly.
"How exactly?" Emer questions soberly. "All ye nerds thinking you're better than everyone else. When I'm done with you, you wouldn't even be able to show your ugly face out of your house again. " Emer added soberly.
In reality, she just returned to typing on her phone, after the question. "Done!" she added giving her phone one last tap, "They should be here in no time." She added mischievously. "Let's go enjoy ourselves in the meantime. Tricia, keep our guest company." Emer orders before leaving.
"So, Do you like champagne?" Patricia says weirdly.
Aimy's POV
Where's Hayley and Jessica when you need them.
Patricia has been trying to make me drink and forcing me to do stuffs I don't want to, and I've only been with her for 2 minutes...
..."Come on Aimy, it's just 10% alcohol." She wobbles again, waving a glass of alcoholic wine at Aimy.
"No, thank you. I'm good."
"Why wouldn't you take anything at your own party? or did you put something in the drinks?" Patricia adds drunkingly.
"You probably had too much to drink, cause you guys got everything for this party. If there is even any chance for anyone putting something in them, it should be you guys." Aimy replied defensively.
"Not everyone knows that you know."
"Then it's a good thing I still have that text message from your friend- Emer." Aimy added confidently.
"Would you relax, I'm just kidding. We have no reason to harm everyone, if anyone it would be you." Patricia concluded, whispering the last parts. "You're so lucky- Wynn choosing you. Even if it were true- what did you have to do?" she interrogates weirdly.
"Oh, em. Actually, I'm not exactly dating..." Aimy was still talking, but got distracted by screams from the crowd, as a white Range Rover sways into the parking lot.
"And they're here." She said excitedly passing by Aimy to welcome them.
A broad tall, brown skinned guy, with a straight shinny black shoulder length hair, raspberry coloured lips, and full eyebrows carved out perfectly; steps out first from the driver's sit, and Emer dashes towards the car to welcome him. With a warm hug, and a wild kiss.
Then a taller, less broader guy steps out next, from the passenger sit. "Where's she?" he asked wearing a sly smile on his sober face...
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