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"Aww! You look like you're ready for the middle school dance." I gave attention to JJ's tease while he comfortably sat on my rolling vanity stool. Totattly staring at me in awe, attempting to resist the urge to crack up at the sight of my complexion scrunched in humiliation and disturbance.
"I knew this was a bad idea having you dress me. How does this look like a middle school dance outfit? I would be arrested." I breathed out, keeping my light eyes on the tiled floor of my room, unhurriedly walking out of my private cool bathroom that was crammed with numerous clothing articles he and I picked out.
"I'm just spitballing here. Give me a quick smile, kid. Why the long face?" JJ kept conversing, provoking my thick eyebrows to furrow down my face. "Is this good?" I gave him a fraud smile with my smooth lips.
"Perfect."
Our fun mission was to find an immaculate outfit for tonight's kegger that I could wear, to brighten the mood, take numerous photos in, and have the night of my life. Feeling good, looking good, and having the world around me feeling good. Discarding the negative moments, and enjoying them with my closest friends. Giving drunk and high off our asses, and perhaps causing trouble.
What is new?
However, with the unattractive options JJ chose from my many drawers, dresser, and small closet, I was getting anxious and bothered. He wasn't styling them correctly, and the dresses didn't scream kegger. They screamed brunch or church Sunday or watching my husband earn his police department promotion outfit.
None of them fit tonight's theme or vibe. Tonight's theme was to be dressed in the color blue, any shade, any material. Surprisingly, the two-faced teens wanted to honor us coming back home. This astonished me once I saw the post on Instagram two days ago, a few hours after I arrived from the Bahamas. And the meaning of the theme blue was because of our devotion to surfing and the salty and large ocean.
The deep and growing love goes unnoticed by random strangers cheering us on from the grainy sand while they walk past, watching us effortlessly ride the waves with huge smiles planted on our faces. Mostly because of the promising feeling of doing what we love, and from the support of others around who had the compassion to acknowledge us.
Conceivably there were some plus sides of coming back. People may have transformed, and will ultimately stop picking at us. Entering the group of people of actually liked us and could stand us with all of our bullshit, and trouble. Which made my healing heart begin to compress with happiness. I didn't care about being loved, or about being hated. The whole world could despise me and my friends, but my comfortable smile would never falter. Nonetheless, it sent a surge of satisfaction and enjoyment to realize the whole island of numerous crazy teens was going to honor us tonight. It had a plunging feeling to it that was indescribable.
