Our Forever

Chapter V

Lesley

"Are you sure you want to wear that?"

Lesley looked down at the thin shiny beige pants and brown and black striped long sleeved shirt. For a reason unknown to her, there she was in a costume, well somewhat of a costume, getting ready for the annual party Jessica Mendoza threw every year. Almost everyone went, the almost being Lesley.

"What's wrong with it," she asked looking at Hop who was leaning against the door frame of Lesley's room.

"I mean it's not much of a costume, Daisy."

"I'm from the seventies," Lesley proclaimed with one hand on her hip and the other in a piece sign moving from the hip her hand was on back up in the air, replicating an old dance move.

Hop giggled at her niece leaning off the doorway, "ok, fine. But at least let me help you with your make up."

Lesley sat in her vanity glancing at her aunt in the reflection of the mirror, "just don't go crazy with the eyes."

Hop skipped over to her with a huge smile on her face, "i can't make any promises."
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"Be safe, Lesley. I'm serious, if you don't feel safe go to one of your friends and call me ok?" Hop said sternly as she leaned across the passengers seat. The music from the party could be heard from four streets down, and kids were scattered across the lawn swaying questionably.

Lesley decided it would be a bad time to Inform her aunt that she did not in fact have friends. So, she smiled and waved at her worried relative, "I promise Aunty."

"And don't take drinks from anyone!" Blessing yelled as Lesley made her way up to the front of the house.

An array of neon lights illuminated the house, and the loud vibrations of the blaring music shook the ground as her platform heel stepped on the cracked concrete.

Jessica was one of the well off kids that attended Eagle's Crest. She was a pretty Honduran girl with long shiny black hair and pretty brown eyes. The only words she remembered her speaking was, 'hey, can I borrow a pencil'. So, when she was invited to the party, you could say Lesley was surprised; but it wasn't like she needed an invite to crash the party anyways.

Half of the people she saw as she entered the house, she had never seen In her life.

Three obviously drunk juniors stood by the entrance trying to say something which only came out as a line of slurs and mumbles.

"What?" Lesley asked.

But that only made them laugh hysterically. So, she continued walking squeezing her way through the jittery and rambunctious teens. At some point she was jostled like a rag doll almost losing her balance, this made her question her decision to even come to the party.

It wasn't like she knew anyone or even like to dance. So, she found the kitchen shimmying her way through and sat down In one of the bar-style stools pulling out if I stay. Lesley situated herself trying her best to block out the sound of the drunken teenagers and awful lyrics.

Page after page she flipped losing herself in the book ignoring the people that would come in once In a while searching the cabinets for liquor. Until,  a certain someone stepped through the barrier of the rager to the quiet space.

"Lesley?"

She peered up from her book to see Charlie. He had on a red and white varsity jacket with blue jeans and black and white converse. His hair was longer than she remembered, and his eyes were darker. He had built up more muscle she assumed for basketball, which made him look less boyish.