My country side

Neville #1

I stood at the edge of my infinity pool, the water shimmering like a thousand tiny diamonds under the late afternoon sun. It was the perfect backdrop for what was about to become the event of the season. My parents were out of town-again-leaving me with the entire mansion to myself. And, as usual, I had a brilliant idea.

"Why not throw a party?" I thought, grinning at the reflection of my perfectly tousled hair in the glassy surface. My friends would love it, and honestly, I could use a little excitement. The thought of my parents finding out? Well, that was an afterthought, a minor detail I could deal with later.

I grabbed my phone and started texting everyone in my contacts. "Epic party at my place tonight! 8 PM. Don't be late!" My fingers flew across the screen, and soon, the replies started rolling in. "Hell yes!" "I'll bring drinks!" "Can't wait!" It was like a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

As I strolled through the mansion, I could already envision the chaos. The grand foyer, usually echoing with silence, would be filled with laughter, music, and the sound of clinking glasses. I headed to the living room, the walls adorned with artwork that cost more than some people's cars. Who cared? I had everything I could ever want, and tonight, I was going to show it off.

I started setting up, moving the expensive furniture to the sides to create a makeshift dance floor. I knew that my parents would be furious if they saw the place afterward, but that wasn't my problem. I was living in the moment. Plus, I could always get someone to clean up.

I headed to the kitchen and opened the fridge, filled with gourmet food. The thought of feeding everyone made me laugh. Who wanted caviar and truffles when there were burgers and pizza? I grabbed a few boxes of frozen pizza and tossed them in the oven. After all, I wanted the place to feel homey, right?

The clock ticked closer to eight, and I felt that familiar flutter of anticipation in my stomach. I cranked up the playlist I had made earlier-loud enough to feel the bass through the walls. The first few guests arrived, and the atmosphere ignited. I laughed and poured drinks, reveling in the feeling of being the center of attention. It was intoxicating.

By nine, the house was packed. People spilled into the backyard, crowding around the pool, some daring each other to jump in fully clothed. I watched as they laughed and pushed each other, the thrill of youth radiating in every corner. It was exactly what I wanted.

But then, as the night wore on, things started to blur. Someone knocked over a priceless vase, and I winced at the sound of shattering porcelain. "Don't worry about it!" I yelled over the music, waving it off like it was nothing. A small part of me felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly drowned out by the laughter and chaos around me.

It was as if the mansion itself was alive, the walls echoing with joy and debauchery. I felt like a king, ruling over my kingdom of carefree souls. But in the back of my mind, a nagging thought lingered-what would happen when my parents returned? Would they even notice, or were they too wrapped up in their own lives to care?

But that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, I was Neville, the spoiled rich kid, throwing the party of a lifetime in a mansion that felt like it belonged to a different world. And I was loving every second of it.

As the night deepened, the energy in the house reached a fever pitch. Laughter echoed off the marble walls, and the sound of upbeat music filled every corner. I was in the zone, mixing drinks, cracking jokes, and keeping the atmosphere alive. The thrill of being in charge surged through me like caffeine.

Someone pulled me toward the makeshift dance floor. "Neville! Come on! You have to join us!" I laughed and danced, letting the music guide my movements. The feeling of being surrounded by friends-everyone I wanted to impress-was exhilarating. I could see my best friend, Jake, showing off some ridiculous dance moves that made everyone burst into fits of laughter.