Never Fly Too Close To The Sun

Shattering Sights

29th December (Beca strangely still alive)

Frost began to thaw as the morning shifted to midday and the tired teenager waited patiently for her PC to whir to life and Facebook to load up. Suddenly, a series of pings erupted and Beca sat to attention. Her pale fingers drifted across the surface of the well-worn mouse pad as she navigated the messages and various random notifications.

Stacie: Hey Becs, you coming to my New Year's Eve party to round off the year? Xx

Frantically, Beca thought of an excuse to give in response. For some reason, she still just didn't feel like the stress of socialising - it was physically draining to just think about, let alone do. Especially a huge party.

Beca: Err..sorry Stace I think I'm doing stuff with Jesse, Benji & Emily already. Another time maybe?

Stacie's profile popped up to show her typing an immediate reply.

Stacie: I think you're mixing up your arrangements, those guys are coming to the party - I invited them so they couldn't steal you :p

Beca groaned. This meant Stacie was cornering the smaller brunette, forcing her to oblige. Even if Beca feigned being ill or simply didn't show she was sure Stacie would probably visit her and still drag her to the party. Could you really call a night of regrettable actions under the influence of alcohol in an overcrowded house a party? Beca shook her head, accepting her forced acceptance of the invitation.

Beca: I guess so, in that case I guess I'll see you there. How come your parents are letting you wreck their pristine home?!

Stacie: They're going till the following evening. So long as everything's cleaned up and not vandalised when they get back they don't care what I choose to do :) PARTY TIMEEE!!

Beca: That's pretty cool of them. What time it starting?

Stacie: Be there at like 9-9.30? It'll be just starting to kick off probably about then. Xx

Beca: Okey dokey, see ya!

Beca chose to finish replying to messages, including an enthusiastic thank you from Jesse for his invitation to "an actual house party". This brought a smile to the typically pessimistic girl; yet again seeing the child-like personality in her friend. After that, the brunette turned off her laptop and manipulated the remainder of the day into an opportunity for sleep.

31st December (evening)

Clothes lay strewn messily across the floor, making the carpet almost invisible. Skinny jeans in multiple shades, plaid shirts and plain vest tops piled on top of one another - as if competing to be seen most and saved from the ground.

Normally, the brunette would have thrown on anything that felt comfy but for some unknown reason inside her, which she couldn't quite place, she wanted to look as good as she could for the party. Beca had been wondering upon her outfit for the past hour, after emerging from her shower, and it was getting near to when she'd need to start walking the trek to Stacie's.

Sighing, Beca conclusively gave into the frustration and chose to just pick a comfy pair of typical black skinnies, a black vest top and a dark mossy green plaid shirt made from a thicker, more woollen material. With this outfit, she pulled on a pair of black matt DM's, an assortment of only black and studded bracelets and a black necklace with a small metallic heart pendant hanging from it. With her thick application of eye liner and smokey overall eye make-up, Beca felt relatively at ease as she gathered her keys and phone.