"Izzy, I swear to God..."
She doesn't know how she got into this mess. She doesn't know how a insane person convinced her to come. She doesn't even know how she fell in love that quickly. Something about Izzy's emerald eyes, her red hair, her smile. God, Eva's a fool for her.
Eva sat at one of the couches. She heard a person screaming.
"Eva!"
Next thing she sees is Izzy flying into Eva. Luckily the girl caught the lunatic.
"Yay! Eva made it! Izzy was scared you weren't going to come! Izzy was about to text you myself! Oh wow, uh, you want to get a drink?" Izzy stuttered that whole entire thing. Eva put Izzy down. Izzy sat on Eva's lap.
"You already had enough to drink you crackhead. I can tell."
"Please?" Izzy whined.
Eva rolled her eyes. "I don't drink."
"You know, that's a good thing! Izzy loves your tuxedo! Where did you get it?"
"I just found this in my brother's closet. I like your dress, red."
"Thank you!"
Izzy was wearing a green dress covered in sequence. Really, it was a pretty dress. It was all the way down to her knees, and her makeup complimented it beautifully. Her hair was down and curled, and it was pretty long. We're talking the all the way down to mid- back. Her green high heels completed the look.
"So what are Izzy and Eva going to do? Oh, you and Izzy should go dance! Let's go!"
And before Eva could say anything, the crackhead pulled her by her hand and danced to the music.
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"Mi amor, qué pasó?"
Tyler and Alejandro were outside of his house.
"It's just-"
Alejandro got a bit more concerned.
"I don't know. Look, I like you. A lot. But, I barely even know you. This is only the third day I've known you. If we do go into a relationship at some point, can we maybe take it slow?
Alejandro stared into his eyes. "Of course mi amor."
Alejandro leaned down for a kiss. Tyler return the favor, kissing him passionately.
"So, can I get your number?"
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Panting, Noah laid on the bed. Cody was getting into his clothes again.
"That was the best! Can we do it again?"
Noah lightly chuckled. "Yes, Coco. We just need to do it somewhere where someone won't walk in on us."
"Oh, get dressed already." Noah grabbed his clothes from off the floor.
Cody grabbed his phone off the nightstand and checked the time. "Damn, it's only 9:47! How long were we at it?"
Noah's eyes widened. "Damn, only 9:47? That's weird. Let me check on my phone."
Noah turned on the phone in his hands. "Nope, it is 9:47- 9:48."
"I was off by a minute man!"
Noah got up, and wiped off his hands on his jeans. He went up to Cody, and grabbed his waist. He kissed him, and took a piece of hair from his face.
"C'mon Coco, let's go."
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Gwendolyn- er, Gwen wandered around the crowd. She didn't see both of her crushes, although she did hear someone moaning loudly. She knew who it was, so she decided to go tease them about it.
"Noah! Cody!"
The gay couple went up to her. "Hey Gwen!" Cody said happily. Noah waved at her.
"If y'all are going to have sex, then keep quiet. Seriously, people were complaining!"
Noah looked over at Cody. "Great going Cody."
Cody blushed. "Oh, shut the hell up! I was not that loud!"
Gwen rolled her eyes. "You dumb whore. Even Geoff was concerned. You two sounded like fucking dying cows. Hell, he was about to fucking bust in the room you were so loud." Gwen exaggerated.
"Oh please." Noah rolled his eyes. "I highly doubt that Geoff would come busting in there asking Cody to stop moaning like a mad person." Speaking of Geoff, he was walking over to them.
"Dude! This party is lit, and it's only 10:00! Woo! But, dude, you and your boy have got to keep I down man! I can hear you in the bathroom!"
Kaylah snuck up behind Cody, trying to scare him.
"Boo!"
Cody jumped up in fear, only to realize it was the afro latina he performed with earlier.
"Damn! You scared me!"
Kaylah laughed, clutching on to her care bear plush. "That was what I was going for, silly! You play a mean drum. I like that! This dude named Trent asked me if I wanted to be apart of his band or whatever. I, me obviously being me, said yes! I also noticed you're friends with him too! Are you apart of said band?" Kaylah tilted her head.
Cody smiled. "Yeah, I am. You do really great on vocals!"
Gwen butted in the conversation. "Look, I love the dress, but was it really necessary?"
"Look nigga, he said fancy. So, this was the fanciest i could find. Yes, this was my quinceanera dress, but so what? It's cool! It's nice and flowy, And I added cute patches on it too! See, there are a whole bunch of sesame street ones! And plus, it's a party! Do you think DJ would like this? He's a really cool guy! But, I think he's into a bit more classy girls. What do you all think?"
Noah turned to Kaylah. "First, you talk way to much. But, that's kinda cool that you can sing like that. Also, DJ likes anyone. I think he's pan. Right?"
Cody shrugged. "I haven't talked to him, so i wouldn't know."
"DJ would date anyone! And I think your cool! Say, have y'all seen that Bridgette chick?"
No one nodded, except for Kaylah. "Oh, I saw her outside! I think she's still there. Want me to go check?"
Geoff nodded. Kaylah clutched on to her orange dress and walked away.
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Bridgette noticed the girl in the dress and walked over to her. "Excuse me, have you seen the host. I'm Bridgette!"
Kaylah's eyes lit up, and her cheeks rised up with heat. "Oh, you're Bridgette! Nice to meet you! Gosh, you're really pretty! I love your hair! It's so long and well took care of! Oh, and Geoff was looking for you! He wanted to see you! Let's go!"
Kaylah grabbed Bridgette's hand and started to run, before she fell.
"Ow!"
Bridgette immediately rushed to help her.
"Oh no, your dress! Are you okay?"
The black girl just started laughing hysterically. She got up, wiping off the dirt and grime from her dress.
"Yup, I'm fine. Let's go!"
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