33 Days To Live (Under Revision)

16

I remember my first party. It was at the end of last year just a little bit after I had started getting reconized for doing Radio Boy and I recall being a nervous wreck.

My dad was strongly against them, he said they were a waste of time and the cause of teenage deaths. My mom on the other hand thought they were okay as long as everyone didn't drink or do drugs.

Fortunately I haven't been to any parties that bad but I had been to quite a few where people drink. Even the ones with no alcohol though were a blast.

Anyways, I was scared to death and I'm pretty sure some of my unessiscary fear had to do with my parents. The moment I was the most afraid was when Luke and I first walked into the party and suddenly when we heard the music and saw everyone having fun there was nothing to be afraid of.

After that I went to parties weekly and most of them were a blast.

You needed three things to have a great party--a sick playlist, food, and people. If you have all three your party is bomb.

Usually the excitement before a party would have me acting like I was buzzed but since my last party had turned in a traumatic event I was a little antsy about going to this one. This time there would be no drag racing but the last time Luke was standing on his two feet and talking to me was at a rich kids party.

The others were spewing rainbows of positive energy though.

Andrew had been to plenty of parties before so his energy was more prominent then everyone else's since he knew what to expect.

As for Leopold, Gene and Rodney they were excited but clearly nervous. Now that I was an experianced party goer I couldn't understand why anyone would be nervous. They were though and as we all got ready at Gene's house they wouldn't stop talking about it with Andrew while I sat off to the side pretending to be doing something important on my phone.

I was beginning, as time went on, to dread going to this party but while I didn't want to start to lose my status while I still had it. In another month I may not.

"Are you guys almost ready?" I finally asked after being quiet for almost half an hour and Leopold ran his fingers through his hair to fluff it up again.

"Yeah, I'm ready. You ready Gene?" He asked her and she nodded as she grabbed a notebook and pen.

"I'm going to take notes on this party for my biography," She said and I rolled my eyes as I stood up. I would tell her just to leave the notebook but that wasn't the worst possible thing she could bring. It was Rodney I turned to scold.

The boy had quiffed up his hair to an impossible height and was practicing lowering his sunglasses in the mirror.

"Rodney, lose the sunglasses," I said and he looked over at me insulted.

"No."

"Rodney. Lose the glasses. Ain't no one going to be wearing those indoors. It makes you look like a tool."

Rodney pushed the sunglasses up his nose as he folded his arms over his chest.

"It makes me look like Arnold Schwarzenegger." He insisted and Gene snorted.

"Schwarzenegger doesn't have baby fat Rodney," She said and he grunted at her.

"Fine then." He turned away to go to the closet.

"Where are you going Rodney?" Andrew asked and he looked over his shoulder at us.

"I'll be back," He said before vanishing in the closet. A moment later he came back with a stick on mustache on his upper lip.