"I don't know Audrey." I sigh into the phone. "I wasn't really planning on going out tonight."
"Oh come on Briar, my mom is finally letting me go out and you're going to sit on your butt? No, you have to come with me." She says in a playfully demanding voice.
I laugh and rolling onto by stomach, letting my feet dangle off the edge of my bed. "Since when do you like going to parties?"
"Um since it's New Years Eve and I have been locked in my house with my brothers all week." She states like its obvious. "I thought you and Victoria were friends?"
"No, we are. Didn't she invite a bunch of people though?"
Audrey groans on the other end. "Stop making excuses for not going and go get ready! I know you used your Christmas money to get that cute little dress."
"Oh you're good." I say while considering my options.
"I know I am. So what is the verdict?"
Honestly, going out with Audrey does sound better than staying home. My little brother Jackson is at a friends house while my dad will watch what ever football games are on and my mom will read her book.
I let out a breath before answering. "Fine. I'll ask my parents."
All I can hear is squealing on the line as I walk out of my room and down the steps to ask if I can go. I already know that they'll say yes, which only adds to my nerves. It's not that I don't like parties, it's that I'll get my hopes up for something exciting to happen and I always end up disappointed. One eventually gets tired of disappointment.
My parents say yes as predicted, only telling me to not take any back roads and that I had to be back before 1 a.m.; a generous amount of time since I'll probably be ready to leave around 11. When I relay this to Audrey she squeals some more and instructs me to "get that pretty face ready" and pick her up at 7:30.
Instead of making my way to the shower after hanging up I crawl back onto my bed and dream up unlikely scenarios, then scold myself for doing so.
