Standing Alone

Ch. 3 - Party

I wasn't exactly sure what I thought about Grayson. Or what he thought about me.

Why'd he just randomly say hi? He was probably just being nice. But what if he wanted to actually talk to me? I should have gotten his number. Stop overthinking!

I sigh. Maybe he's someone I could actually be friends with around here. God, I need to stop overthinking things.

I finally get back home at around 2:40. I go into my room and plop down on my bed and pull out my phone. The first thing I see is a text from Mom.

Hey Brook just wanted to let u know I had to go to the farther office building for extra work stuff tonight. I'll be home some time in the morning, I'll be staying over night. Feel free to order a pizza or have a friend over or something.

Alright, sounds like a fun night to me. Pizza and the house to myself. Thank God it's Friday.

Maybe I should call up someone to hang out. Rachel? Eh why not? Mom won't care.

I dial up her number. She picks up on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey Rachel."

"Oh hey Brooklyn, what's up?"

"Wanna come over and hang out? My moms not here."

"Gimme a sec."

I here mumbled words on the line and a few seconds later she says something to me again.

"I'll be there. What time?"

"Whenever."

"Okay cool see you in like 15 minutes."

20 minutes later the door rang. I open it to see Rachel wearing black leggings tucked into slipper boots. Her long black hair up in a messy bun, wearing a cardigan over a tight t-shirt, car keys in hand, smile on her face.

"Hey girl," she says with a wave as she steps inside.

"Heyy!"

I lead her into my room and I sat down on my queen size bed while she sits on the desk chair.

We talk for a while just catching up on stuff, etc.

"Oh hey," I jump up, "let's order a pizza." I go over to my landline and find the number.

"What do you want?"

"Any thing's fine."

"Alright cool."

I order a large cheese, then walk over and turn my TV on. We watch for a while until the doorbell rings.

It's the pizza man as expected and I go answer it, pay, and take the pizza. I set it down onto the kitchen table. We each take a slice. As we're eating Rachel says, "Man we gotta think of something to do this is boring."

I nod my head since I'm chewing. I swallow, "Any ideas?"

She pauses in though for a moment. "Well... We could invite more people," she smirks.

"Like how many people?" I say catching on to her idea.

"Like a lot. You house is big enough. How long do we have until your mom gets home?"

"Well she'll be home some time in the morning is what she said. I just don't know exactly when." I'm skeptical.

I shouldn't have a bunch of people over, Mom would not like that. But come on, don't be lame, remember your promise? This will be a good year. Not lame.