Mad Hatter |George Daniel|

01

After what seemed like a mile of walking, Amber stopped in front of a blooming red house at the end of her street. A presentable smile plastered on her skull painted face as she looks at Ross and I. He and I both examine the place from the driveway. The white lining of the house had fake blood and cob webs on it. There was ever so loud music coming from inside including younger kids running through the yards after collecting their bitter sugars.

This had to be where the party was.

"C'mon let's not freakin stand here." Amber shouted, pulling me from a trance of paranoia and yanking on my dress sleeves. I begin to shiver. Should've brought a jacket. I think to myself as Ross puts his arm around my shoulder in a friendly manner and directs the way to the front porch. Amber prances up to the door in her heels and tortured jeans with a happy smile too big for a skeleton.

Myself almost towers over Ross in pure white heels that were a struggle to be in but Amber 'didn't want to be the only one in heels'. It gave me a slutty posture as I leaned back in them but it was okay. After all I had no one to impress but myself. The local frats all say that parties are the best place to have a good one night stand. Hopefully I didn't not pull off as a slut while here. Walking in with Ross would be good karma. After all everyone knows we're best friends. Nothing more.

Once we make it to the door, all I can hear is the blasting sound of something like Pink Flyod and Amber's squeals of excitement. Ross and I grin at each other as if we were mentally laughing at her together. Gosh, I didn't know how she has a boyfriend. Amber is wild, childish and very smart. Sometimes I can't handle her and she's my best friend.

After three knocks to the door a curly haired lad ,who dressed down like Evan Peters from American Horror Story, swings the oak wood door open. He smiles at us three and invites us in. He introduced himself as Matty and that everyone was in the backyard. I hadn't had a clue who's party and house this was but it didn't seem sketchy at all once we got in. All I knew was that Amber knew this guy.

Ross and I follow Amber's bouncing body to the backyard and I can smell a bonfire. In the back is loads of people in their Halloween costumes. All different things and unique ones. Mine was some cheap gothic dress. Yet I'm not thing like a goth. The whole thing was a joke.

Eventually some source of liquor was put in my hands and a blunt of colorful smells. I didn't do much but instead stood in the loft sipping wine and examining my surroundings. There was this tall lanky boy with curls who pushed through the crowded hallway. His eyes snake the audience but land on me. My eyes follow his pupils to find them pointing in my direction and I have a sudden trance to him. I shake my head and direct my thought elsewhere.

He passes by me with swift movement and goes to the bathroom door behind me. I move out of his way to let him enter and I get this strong smell of drug abuse. Our eyes never meet but I felt like I could see him smile at me. Something about him set me off on an uneasy vibe. That flashy grin he gave me...it wasn't right in my gut.

I walk off to another section of the house to find anyone I knew. Not anything new to me. Everyone here was familiar but nameless. For a moment I was so focused on the faces of people that a new one was spotted.

Tall. Very very tall he was. Split end gold brown hair that barely draped in his face. A grin so bright it was blinding and I just knew I had to meet this guy. I knew everyone on this campus but him. I shall call him Giant for now.

I walk slowly across the house until I'm at least closer to examine this mystery human. He had a solo cup in his hand, a drunken smile and he dressed in nothing but tan trousers and a Hawaiian shirt with one of those fake flower necklaces. His eyes were shielded buy aviators far too big for his face, but I could tell his eyes were lurking in my direction. Hopefully he didn't notice me staring from the windowsill, I acted as if I was viewing the people outside.