The Party Scene (Gen. 5)

Landon

"Happy birthday, Landon," greeted Dad, fixing himself a cup of coffee at the kitchen counter. Skyler sat across from me, his eyes fixated on his mobile phone.

"Thanks, Dad," I returned, a yawn escaping from my lips. Running my fingers through my uncombed hair, I reached for the carton of milk, and dumped the last of it in my bowl of cereal.

"So, what are you two doing today?" asked Dad, unusually perky for 8am.

"I've got class today, then I'm going to hang out with Rhen and Colin at the skate park," answered Skyler, taking a bite of his dry toast.

"That's nice. What are you doing, Landon?" questioned Dad, sipping his coffee.

"I've got class, too. Then, I'm going out with Wyatt, Effy, and Ridley," I explained, leaving out many details.

"Great. Try to be back in by 10:00."

"Oh. I was going to stay at Wyatt's overnight," I retorted, shoving a spoonful in my mouth.

"All right. Do you need me to pick you up or-"

"I've got everything covered, Dad. Don't worry about it," I concluded, all while shoving multiple spoonfuls of cereal in my mouth and chewing loudly.

"All right. Just, er, your mother would be proud of you, Landon. And you too, Skyler," remarked Dad, staring at me then Skyler with his pale blue eyes.

"Yeah, I've got to go," I dismissed, pushing my bowl of cereal. I got up from my seat, and walked to the front door, grabbing my school blazer. I opened the door, leaving the house, and reaching in my pocket for my phone.

"Happy birthday, you ungrateful cunt," greeted Wyatt, his voice groggy through the phone.

"Thanks, mate. I'm a cunt, but I'm a grateful one," I argued, beginning the path to Effy's place.

"Whatever. I'm going to meet you at school in a bit, all right?" returned Wyatt, yawning through the phone.

"Fuck it. Meet me at Grenwald's in twenty minutes. And make sure you bring Ridley. I've got some news concerning everyone," I ordered, ending the call. Soon, I arrived at Effy's house, and I rung the doorbell. After waiting a few minutes, Effy appeared at the doorway, wearing a short skirt, a ripped top, and fishnets.

"Wow. You decided to look extra great for my birthday," I remarked, while she rolled her eyes.

"Just get your fucking clothes out of here. You look like a posh twat wearing your uniform," retorted Effy, making way for me to go inside. Her living room was neat, but looked abandoned, everything neat and seemingly unused.

"Where's your brother. Er, Edgar?"

"Elliott. And I don't know. He just left me a note saying he'd be back soon and fifty quid," explained Effy, going behind the staircase and throwing me the clothes I left.

"You're really wanting to look like a posh bastard, aren't you?" joked Effy, while I slipped on a my wool beanie.

"You're going out of your way to look like you blow guys for a few quid."

"Even if I did, you shouldn't judge a woman on her clothing choices."

"I don't judge just women. I judge dudes too," I retorted, walking from behind the staircase and back into the living room.

"This is a shit birthday party," remarked Wyatt, giving his jet black hair a flip.

"Come on, guys. Lydia baked a cake," argued Effy, crossing her arms and looking to Lydia, who was basically her mirror twin.