The Party Scene (Gen. 5)

Prologue

Once again, she passed by. The weather was cold, around negative five Celsius, but she wore a thin shirt, that exposed part of her stomach, and a short plaid skirt, stopping just above mid thigh. She looked everywhere around the empty street, except up, thankfully. I looked at my dresser, and grabbed my cell phone.

"What is it, Sky? It's like 3am," groaned Rhen, as I held the phone closer to my ear.

"I saw her again, Rhen. Again. And it's about 6," I argued, running a hand through my hair.

"Whatever. Did you go to Elliott's party last night? It was like, hella awesome," said Rhen, laughing to himself.

"No, I didn't. My dad's back in town again, and it's really fucking hard to sneak out with him in the house."

"You missed it, mate. I'm pretty sure that chick you stalk was there."

"I don't stalk her. I just happen to look outside my window when she passes by, that's all," I argued, as the girl was finally out of sight.

"Did you just hear the rest of my statement? If you had the balls to sneak out, you could have her in your room right now!" exclaimed Rhen, taking a large yawn through the phone.

"Fuck off, Rhen. When's the next time Elliott's throwing a party?"

"I don't know. Whenever. Just be there, all right? Now, I've got to go," rambled Rhen.

"Why?"

"Because. You interrupted me. At this rate I'll be late for school," answered Rhen, ending the phone call. I put down my phone, and shuttered thinking of what Rhen could've possibly been doing.
I walked to my closet, and opened the doors. After grabbing a pair of skinny jeans and an shirt, I stumbled to the bathroom, rubbing at my red rimmed eyes. This had been the second night in the row I couldn't sleep properly.

"Come on, Skyler. I've got to take a piss," complained Landon, knocking loudly on the bathroom door.

"I'm getting dressed," I retorted, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I slipped on my shirt and stepped into my jeans, quickly buttoning and zipping them up.

"Can you hurry the fuck up? Last night, I put three bottles of root beer into a one bottle bladder. I'm not afraid to take the piss right here and now," warned Landon, throwing himself against the door. I opened the door, and finally let him in.

"Er, could you get out?" asked Landon, raising an eyebrow.

"Why? I need to brush my teeth and comb my hair."

"Pop a mint and wear a hat. I don't want you staring at my thing at 6 in the morning," scoffed Landon, who stood near the loo.

"I'm not staring. It's probably microscopic if you keep bragging about it," I countered, grabbing my toothbrush, and squeezing some paste out of the tube. I turned on the faucet, wet my toothbrush, and began brushing.

"It's not," muttered Landon, looking towards me again.

"Come on, man. I'm not looking at you. I-I'm really focused on my dental hygiene, not the fact that you're too self-conscious to take a piss with another guy in the room," I answered, spitting into the sink. Landon gave me a nervous look, and I raised an eyebrow. To his content, I walked out of the bathroom.

"Skyler!" shouted a nearly unfamiliar voice. Dad. I jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen, to see Dad at the dining room table. His face was clean shaven, and his hair was neatly trimmed and combed.

"What?" I asked, taking a seat across from him.

"You've grown."

"No shit. I'm 16, not 6," I retorted, reaching for the box of cereal and carton of milk already set out on the table.

"I assumed. So, how's school going?"

"It's school. What do you think?" I snapped, as Dad handed me a bowl and spoon.

"True. Er, let's face the truth, Skyler."

"What? The one that you pretty much missed put on," I returned, running a hand through my hair.

"What's that?"

"Let's face it, Dad. You really suck at raising kids," I quipped, pouring some cereal into my bowl.

"How so?"

"Scott was a wannabe bad boy, Jude wore jeans that were way too tight, Finn was an egomaniac, Kade was just way too nice, Nash is like some fucking manic pixie dream girl, but he has a dick, and have you seen your youngest son?" I rambled, as I poured milk into the bowl, and eating a spoonful of cereal.

"Do you notice the main word you've used, Skyler? Was. Those characteristics you described was their definitive trait during their teenage years. They've faced some problems you're going to start facing. And they survived," said Dad, resting his elbow on the table.

"I'm not like them, Dad. I'm my own person."

"You are. But before that, you're an O'Hara. O'Haras are leaders. And you, my friend, are going to be a leader."

"I don't want to be a leader. I want to blend in. I stick out like a sore thumb at school just because I'm an O'Hara," I ranted, placing my palm flat on the table.

"Own it. You're like fire, Skyler. You're going to burn. And I see you're going to meet your oxygen."

"Just stop with the analogies. I can control my shit. So just bugger off, would you?"

"I'm not. You're more like your brothers than you want to admit," finished Dad, drumming his fingers on the table. I clenched my jaw forcefully as a cue for him to stop, but he still continued, much to my annoyance. Suddenly, there was a thumping on the staircase, and Landon came rushing down the stairs, wearing a shirt and a pair of boxers.

"Daddy!" exclaimed Landon, as Dad stood up, and walked away from the table. Landon jumped on him, wrapping himself around his waist.

"Fucking hell," I mumbled, taking another bite of cereal.

"Please take us to school, Daddy," whimpered Landon, practically squeezing the life out of Dad.

"Er, no. He's taking just you," I interjected, pushing away my cereal bowl, and going back upstairs to my room. I grabbed a sweater and a pair of Toms, quickly slipping them on my bare feet.

"Skyler! You don't want to be late for your first day of sixth form!" shouted Dad. I slid my arms into my sweater, and went back downstairs, picking up my skateboard from one of the steps.

"Dad, this isn't the first fucking day. I'm two months into the term," I corrected, as he handed me a baseball cap.

"Well, let them know this. You're an O'Hara. And O'Haras take the world by storm."

"Fuck off, Dad."