A/N - This chapter was inspired by the incredible newly released EPUnheard, by Hozier, but more specifically, his new song Too Sweet, which is currently just on repeat on my Spotify. For this one, the reader is Mike and Nancy's older sister. I hope you all enjoy it.
When your Mom had asked whether you would mind driving Nancy to her Halloween party and keep her out of trouble, you had been a little hesitant. Sure, you attended the same school and would know everyone else there, but that didn't mean you necessarily wanted to hang around them all while they were getting drunk.
Of course, it hadn't taken much convincing in the long run. Your Mom would be busy handing out Halloween candy to the neighbour kids and making sure Holly had a good time. And Nancy would definitely prefer you being her designated driver than your Dad. So, you'd agreed, however reluctantly.
"You know you have to wear a costume, right?" Nancy hummed, standing in the doorway to your bedroom with a small frown. "Otherwise, you'll stand out like a sore thumb," she pressed on, finally stepping over the threshold and making her way to your cupboards.
"I wasn't planning on coming inside," you confessed quietly, watching as her head snapped around to stare at you in disbelief. "What?"
She shook her head quickly. "So you're just going to sit in the car all night? No. Not happening. You'll look like a total lunatic."
"I'm just doing you a favour-"
"Yeah, and now I'm doing you one. Just come and enjoy the party. Wear a costume. Flirt with some random guy you'll never speak to again. Have fun."
You sighed, all too aware that disagreeing with Nancy was like arguing with a brick wall. "Fine. But I don't own a costume."
Nancy let out a soft hum, the cogs turning in her head as she pulled open the first draw, and then her eyes lit up. "Flashdance," she yelped, grabbing at the black legwarmers your Mom had got you for your birthday a couple of years ago. "You've still got that black sweatshirt, right? The one that comes off the shoulder?"
"Yeah-"
"And Mom had that black leotard from her exercise classes. It'll be perfect."
"You want me to go to a party in a leotard?"
Nancy turned back to you with a bright grin. "You'll look incredible. And it's so simple."
"But my butt'll be out," you murmured. "And everyone will be looking at me-"
"Everyone had their ass out at these things," she interjected. "No one will even notice."
"You're sure?"
Nancy sighed, coming to kneel next to you on your bed. "No one's going to be looking at your ass. I swear it," she told you as she placed the leg warmers into your hands. "Now, get ready; We've got to pick up Steve on our way, and we don't want to be late."
*Time Skip*
Well, Nancy had definitely been right. You weren't the only girl at the party with your butt hanging out, but that didn't mean that people weren't looking at you. Hell, you could barely move without someone staring, and you were getting pretty self-conscious about it, pulling your sweater down to cover your butt the best you could.
Finally, the anxiety had gotten the better of you, and you had made a dash for the back door, hoping to hide out on the back patio until Nancy and Steve were ready to head out. To your horror, however, the garden was just as busy as the house, the lawn overflowing with drunk boys, all crowded around some idiot doing a keg stand.
You managed, just about, to shimmy your way through the crowd, to the far end of the patio, perching yourself up on the wall and watching with a furrowed brow as they finally lowered the guy back to his feet, cheering as he sprayed them all with a mouthful of beer. And then, just as you were about to look away, his eyes landed on you, a wicked grin pulling at his lips when he sent you a wink.
