In An Instant

The Party pt. 4

  "What they heck was that?" Liv shouted.
  "We told you to kiss him, not make out with him!"
I butted in. "Isn't that the same thing?" Liv thought about it.
"Ok, we told you to kiss him, not to hook up with him!" I nodded in approval.
Olivia had dragged Chris to where we were before, by the park bench.
  "So? I was pretending to be drunk so I had to let him go on." Christina boasted. Olivia made claws with her hand and put them on top of her head, like she was going to rip out her hair.
"Stop making such a big deal about it! We just kissed!" Olivia sighed and scratched her head.
"You're right. I'm overreacting, and I'm sorry." Chris smiled.
"No, I get it though. You just want me to be safe. And I promise you-" she took Olivia's hands in hers "-nothing will happen. Between Peter and I."
"Well, it's been a good night and all but I think I should be getting back before my little sister and brother want to do makeup or play with cars." Said Olivia.
"See you tomorrow," she said to Chris
"Wait!" I said before she was about to go into the bushes (...really?)
"We should all hang out." she nodded and ventured forth.
"Welp, it's getting late for me too, and I gotta check in my guinea pig." I nodded and watched Chris walk off.
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  I guess I should be going too. I started looking for Peter. I found him talking to a blonde. I tapped his shoulder. He turned around. "I'm gonna go back to the cabin."
"Wait! You gotta meet someone!" He grabbed my wrist, turned to the blonde and whispered "Text me" We zig-zagged around people until he found what he was looking for.
"Mr. Waltz!" A man looked in his direction.
"Peter!" We continued to power-walk until we reached him.
"Peter!" The man repeated and embraced him in a hug.
  "Mr. Waltz, this is my friend, Riley."
  "Nice to meet you, sir." I said politely.
  "Oh, such manners!" Mr. Waltz exclaimed. So, you're all wondering what this man looks like. So basically, he looked like the man from the KFC commercial, you know, the one where he laughs weirdly and says,"It's Finger Licking. Good." I smiled at him.
"And where did you learn such manners?"
"My mom and dad, sir."
  "And who are your mom and dad?" What's with all of the questions?
  "Umm, Ms. White and Mr. Winters." He stopped smiling.
  "You mean the..."
  "Yes, Taylor White, and Davis Winters. The one who helped Africa by dropping off supplies-literally from a plane. And the one who started: Davis Work and Co.." I sighed. Basically, in conclusion, I was known for being rich. But not to be rich or anything, but I was really tired and I really wanted to sleep in a bed. Mr. Waltz was about to say something but I cut him off.
"It was nice to meet you and everything sir but I really want to go to sleep."
"Oh, of course."
"See you later, Peter."
"Oh...yeah, later."
I walked in the direction of the rv.
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A/N  Yup, I'm a horrible author. Don't worry. I'm updating again in like half an hour. Or, you now..in two hours...
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Published: August 6th
Published: August 3 2015
Edited: January 5 2016