Sweet Sixteen

Chapter 8

Whoops! Last chapter I wrote "Courtney's sweet sixteen" Instead of Aubrey. Haha that's what I wanted to do for mine :P Anyway here's another! Vote and leave comments please :)

Aubrey

We just lay there and looked up at the ceiling not talking, just breathing slowly. My vision was swirling around as I closed my eyes shut and drifted into sleep.

I wasn’t completely asleep, but I felt Jacob’s fingers lightly run through my hair and tuck a piece behind my ear. Then, his lips were on mine. They were soft and smooth and lightly touched mine. Everything went black after that.

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“Aubrey, wake up.” Jacob nudged.

My eyes slowly fluttered open, I was still in the gym.

“Wha-what happened?” I asked.

“You fell asleep, the periods over and we need to go to biology.” He said and helped me up. Silently, I grabbed my bag and thought to myself, that kiss didn’t actually happen, did it?

“So what happened?” I asked.

“With what?” He looked confused.

“I just…fell asleep?” I asked.

“Yeah…like I said you were tired.” He chuckled.

So it was all a dream. I let out a sigh of relief and skipped to class while Jacob told me how much of an idiot I looked like.

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“Sadie pass me the pink lipstick!” I yelled over the blaring music.

The girls, Jacob, Max, and some other guys were all at my house to get ready for Megan’s sweet. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=38246753)

“I think I’m in love with your shoes. I would like to marry them.” Liana complimented.

I laughed, “Too late we’re engaged.”

“You’re cheating on me…with shoes?” Max acted and swiftly picked me up and kissed my cheek. I tried to hide the fact that I was blushing, but it obviously didn’t work out since my cheeks were rosy red.

“Aww!” The girls said in unison.

“Babe you’re going to ruin my lipstick!” I pouted and re-applied.

“Good.” He smirked and went back with the guys as we finished getting ready.

“Aubrey!” My mom called. “The limo is here let’s go!”

The girls crabbed their clutches, and the boys grabbed their jackets and we headed out to the limo that awaited us in my driveway.

“Text me when you’re at Megan’s house.” My mom said and kissed my cheek.

We piled in and immediately the driver turned the radio up. We rode on the GW Bridge, and soon the streets of New York. After a few turns here and there, we were boarding Megan’s rented boat for the party. Max gripped my hand as we walked up the stairs and into the main ballroom.

 I recognized our friends and kids from school wearing pretty much the same; dress pants, button down shirts, dresses, skirts, and pumps. In just 20 minutes Megan would make her entrance and I was pretty excited to see what she had come up with.

There were many reasons why I loved Megan, but one was her creativity.

She didn’t care who thought of what she did as long as she was happy.

The room was decorated with different princess and royalty items like rings, wands, tiaras; the napkins were ball gowns, and things like that.

Two men in long suits came out with big, long trumpets and began to play them.