The Party Scene (Gen. 5)

Elliott

My phone went off, buzzing right next to my left ear. Effy's name popped up on the screen, and I accepted the call, pressing the phone to my ear.

"Elliott?" asked a high pitched voice with an exaggerated Geordie accent.

"Yeah, is this Abigail?" I replied, right before yawning deeply.

"I'd prefer if you called me Abi. Anyway, Effy's like, really shitfaced, and I need you to pick her up really soon. My parents are going to be home in thirty minutes, and I don't thi-," rambled Abigail, as I ended the call, and got out of my bed. I walked over to my desk, and slipped a T-shirt over my head. While running to the bathroom, I picked up a pair of shorts and sneakers from the hallway floor, and entered the bathroom. I turned on the tap, throwing cold water over my face, and grabbed the bottle of mouthwash, gargling a mouthful quickly.

"Thanks for picking her up. My parents are going to be home and they can't find out I had a party where people got drunk and high and probably fuck-," rambled Abigail, as I slammed the front door in her face. I carried Effy on my shoulder, her arms grazing mine. I fumbled with my car keys, but managed to open the car, and put Effy in the passenger seat. As I started the car, I turned on the radio, and began humming along to a song.

"Sing the lyrics, Elliott. You've got a wonderful voice," mumbled Effy, letting out a small yawn afterwards. I looked at her quickly, raising an eyebrow, as she simply smirked back.

"I'll go back, if you ask. I'll go b-backwards," I sang, keeping my hand steady on the steering wheel.

"Come on, keep it up. Your voice is lovely."

"Every half hour, is a countdown. If it's 'cause of my age, you're a coward," I sang, driving down the nearly empty road.

"If it's 'cause my age you're a coward," sang back Effy, her voice slightly hoarse.

"If it's because of my age, you're a coward. I haven't got the guts to stand alone," I returned, my voice going up in pitch.

"I've got a question, Elliott. Can you pull over right quick?" asked Effy, as I nodded, and looked around for a spot. I pulled over to an empty parking lot, and Effy scrambled out of the car. She slowly walked to a secluded area, and clutched her stomach, hurling onto the ground.

"Abigail was right. You are totally shitfaced," I remarked, laughing to myself as she stumbled back to the car.

"Sweet," she replied, running a hand through her dark brown hair.

"So, are you going to school today?" I asked, chewing on my lower lip as Effy stared into space.

"I'm not sure. I might take an exempt," returned Effy, while I sped home on the empty roads.

"Well, I'm skipping class today. I'm going out tonight with some friends."

"Which friends?"

"Skyler, Rhen, Colin, and some St. Aquinas girls," I said, as Effy began giggling a bit.

"I see your plan, Elliott. You bring your less attractive friends and you bring some moderately attractive girls in order to make yourself look hot," remarked Effy, shrugging nonchalantly as my face appeared shocked.

"How did you-"

"I do the same thing. I get two girls who haven't quite grew into their looks, and Braxton and Landon tag along with me when we go out."

"Oh. Wait, who are Braxton and Landon?"

"Two friends of mine. They're, interesting," said Effy.

"That's nice. Anyway, when you go out tonight, be safe and don't get arrested."

"Don't worry, Ell. I know what I'm doing," reassured Effy, lightly punching me in the arm.