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My soft hand twisted the cold front door of my pretty home, still wearing the same gorgeous and enthusiastic smile on my sweet lips that could be caught a glimpse of by far.
And what could make it better, perhaps breaking my lips, was an authentic answer from my mother, authorizing me to attend the annual teenage bash with the others.
Along with JJ.
A bash alongside him, the rebellious, party animal, life of the party, should never be left unexperienced.
He always made it such a satisfactory time. And I was looking for just that today and all night. Partying like there was no tomorrow, getting drunk and high off our asses. Dancing to the loud and blaring music, swaying my hips with my friends. Maybe even drag JJ with me, and sway against him. Just like the rebellious teens we were. Which gave the Outer Banks its plus, but it would only last for a couple of hours.
Not perminate.
Nevertheless, in my mind, I was going to live it up with my best friends, inducing trouble, aggressively downing multiple tall and delicious beers, and having the time of our lives. Which was something we could do again since we were back home, and in the company of some nice teenagers who somehow tolerated us.
Currently, I arrived back home, scouring for my sweet and frustrated mother, but I had low hopes for her being home since the only car in the driveway was the one I drove. Meaning she and my father possibly took a drive. And there was a tremendous percentage of the car windows being soaked with fog. Due to their verbal argument. Either discussing my disobedient and uncalled-for embezzling activities or the way my father treated the somewhat kind pouge.
But it was worth a try to walk in.
"Mom, do you have an answer? I'll be fine, I promise." I sounded off, carefully swinging the wooden door open, while I felt a warm breeze hit my upper body from the soft momentum.
"I'll come home at a reasonable time." I continued uttering, stepping into the warm and tall house, locking eyes with the empty and lovely wooden-filled dining room straight ahead. Uncovering nothing but a clear tall vase, crammed with loads of fresh bundles of tall pink roses my father cherished granting my mother. Solely to listen to her loudly gasp, uncover the massive smile that started to form, and a soft scrunch of cheeks.
Compelling a flushed complexion to appear.
"I know I always fail to break the promise but-" But before I was able to finish the sentence, two clamorous and fearful gasps appeared from the clean living room, immediately earning my full engagement. Only to wish it didn't even acknowledge it.
