The Wind Beneath His Wings

Chapter 3

Friday rolls around, too soon, and the more I think about tonight, the more anxious I get. It's 16 minutes until the bell, and I can't help the nervousness spreading throughout my body. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket, 

From: Abby, 

Meet me at my car. Hope you're ready for tonight. 

To: Abby,

Okay.

I slide my phone back into my pocket, unable to ignore the uncertainty I feel. I push my thoughts to the back of my head, promising myself I'll stop overthinking things. The bell finally rings and I make my way down hall 500 walking out the main building. As soon as I step outside I immediatly spot Abigail and make my way over to her car. "Hey Alice, whats wrong, you look tense,"she says her voice laced with concern. "Nothing just a little nervous about tonights ordeal," I say back trying to sound a lot more confident. "Don't worry, it'll be fine, I promise. Lets' go so I can find something to wear," she states flipping her hair. We get into the car and head in the direction towards her house. The ride from school to Abby's house was about fifteen minutes and we got there in no time."Abby stays in a modern home, nothing over the top, but cordial. We walk through the door being greated by her mom, Ms. Stacy. "Hey Alice, nice to see you again," says her mother, as she approaches me with a friendly hug. Abby's mom has always been welcoming towards me, she's nice. "Hey Ms.Stacy," I say returning the gesture. "Mom Alice will be staying with us tonight I hope that's okay." she says to her mother. "Okay, that'll be fine I'll get started on dinner." her mother implies, walking towards the kitchen. "No need mom, Alice and I will be going to hangout with some friends tonight, we can just get something to eat while we're out." she says quickly before her mother could begin to prepare dinner. "Well, I guess that's okay, be back home by midnight." says Ms.Stacy. "No mom please it's Friday." says Abby in a whinng tone. "Okay, okay just don't come back too late and be safe." says her mom before walking to her room. Ms.Stacy had always been the cool parent compared to my parents. Abby's father passed away a few years back and its just been her and Ms.Stacy every since. We walk up the stairs to Abby's room so we can began to get dresed for tonight. Abby walks over to her closest while I sit on her bed and listen to her go over what she should wear tonight. Abby goes over what feels like 300 outfits in the past hour and a half, and I'm honestly drained. "What about this?" Abby ask lifting up a black crop top with "punk rock" written across her breast, a multicolored red  flannel, and high wasted ripped jeans along with black pumps. "Nothing I would wear but cute." I say telling the truth. "Thanks. Now what are you wearing, and I hope not one of those God awful cardigans." states Abby with a hint of humor but seriousness at the same time. I chuckle lightly to myself knowing that there's a cardiagan in my overnight bag. "No, well yes, but you know I love my cardigans. That's what I feel  most comfortable in." I say back in my defense. "Yes, that is true but come on you look like a prune. I have something you can wear." she says disapearing back into her closet before I could protest. She comes out five minutes later with a tight black dress, not too short, but definetly out of my comfort zone. "Absolutely not, I would look a prostitute, no offense." I say harshly, but not trying to judge her sense of fashion. "Come on one night please. Please. I'll keep saying it until you take the dress. Lets just consider this the Abigail Woods makeover." Abby pleas in her baby voice. "Okay fine, but only this once." I say trying to hide my uncertanties. At this point me being nervous was an understatement; I feel like this is going to be a long night. It takes us a hour to get cleaned up and dressed. Abby suggest that she does my makeup; I hardley ever wear makeup, but I don't oppose, keep it simple and just go with it is what I tell myself. 10 minutes go by and she's finshed with my make up. "Damn, you look good girl." Abby says turning me around so that I could face the mirror. I must admit I looked nice the make up wasn't too much, but just enough. I let my hair down revealing my defined curls. My outfit was out of my comfort zone, but it wasnt too explicit. I slide on the red pumps Abby let me borrow. I look over at Abby, she looked stunning-not surprising. Abby could pull off anything even on her worst days. She applied beach wave curls in her hair and put on a little makeup to adorn her beauty, but she didnt need it in my opinion. "You look beautiful."I say in awe. "Thanks girl so do you, now lets get going before we're late." It's 11:30 and Ms. Stacy is asleep by the time we leave. I hop in the passengers seat of Abby's car and she drove in the direction towards the kickback- my stomach in knots. Thirty minutes later we approach a house that has at least thirteen cars along the driveway and music blasting from the house. I step out of the car looking at the house in disbelief. Abby slams the car door shut, pulling me from my state of incoherence. I walk towards the house, slightly stumbling in the heels, mentally kicking myself for even being here in the first place. As I walk up the steps leading to the house, still in shock, I  whisper so Abby can't hear me, "What have I gotten myself into?"