Butterfly {h.s} #Wattys2016

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Present day; July 15th 2016

I awoke that morning to the amazing smell of my mother's cooking. Bacon, sausage, eggs, and slightly over cooked toast, my favorite. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and pushed myself up. My feet stuck to the cold hardwood as I made my way towards the kitchen. My mother hummed softly as I entered.

"Good Morning." I sang with my soft morning voice.

"Morning." She sang back, turning slightly to smile at me.

I took my seat at the table and grabbed a book from the book basket, set in the middle. My family and I were big book worms, so we had books everywhere including the kitchen table. My mother walked over to me with a steaming plate of food. I licked my lips, quickly putting my book down.

"Thank you." I said, not wasting another second as I scooped the food into my mouth.

"Your father is at the store, getting snacks for the trip." She smiled as she sat across from me with her own plate.

"Did you ask him to get Chips Ahoy-"

"Soft not crunchy Chips Ahoy? Yes, of course." She rolled her eyes playfully.

I always made a big deal of what kind of food I had, especially cookies. The hard, crunchy ones just didn't appeal to me. They need to melt in my mouth and get washed down with ice cold milk.

"Can't wait for tomorrow." I sighed, my stomach doing flips of excitement.

"We promised once you were 16 we would go." She smiled.

The place I wanted to go most was, London. I was obsessed with whole United Kingdom, but London was the place I was dying to go. I also just really enjoyed the cold weather. Hot weather wasn't really my thing. I hated swimming and just putting on swimsuits in general. In my eyes, I was fat and didn't need to be even seen in a bikini ever. Maybe my insecurity made me hate the hot weather so much. Pathetic right?

"Wherever your friends are planning on taking you tonight, they better not keep you too long. Flights at 8:30." She said as she finished her last piece of bacon.

I had no idea where my friends were planning on taking me that night. I was just praying to God that it wasn't a party. In the back of my mind, I just knew it would be. My two best friends, only friends, were Olivia and Jonah. Honestly, we were complete opposites. Olivia was the party girl, Jonah was the jock, and I was the nature freak. Those were just labels, we didn't treat each other different because of them. We got along perfectly.

"I promise, I'll be home before 10." I smile, getting up and washing off my plate.

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"You ready yet?"

"You won't tell me where we're going, so I don't know what to wear!" I laugh, going through my closet.

"Something sexy!"

I rolled my eyes and dug deeper. Olivia was on the other line as I Faced Timed her. She called about an hour ago, telling me to start getting ready. I finally found my favorite dress. The lacy mystery. Well, at least that's what it was called on the price tag. It was a white, lacy, flowed dress. It ended right above my knees and had bell sleeves. The best part about this dress was the print. It looked like a old fashioned, table cloth. I liked old fashion looking things. Don't get the wrong image though, It was defiantly in the sexy category.

"This okay?" I asked as I put the dress in view for Olivia.

"Fucking shit! That's sexy as hell!" She yelled smiling.

I laughed at her reaction and looked down at my dress. I had gotten it just two days ago, July 13th, My actual birthday. We were celebrating it today, the 15th, because on my birthday I went out to dinner with my parents. Plus, it was a Wednesday, what could we do anyway? Today, was Friday and we could do whatever. Well, as long as I was home before 10.

I said quick goodbyes to my parents as I made my way towards the door. They both kissed me on the forehead and wished me a lovely night.

"Have fun, Willow!" My dad smiled down at me.

"Yes, but not too much! Home before 10 remember? Oh, take this!" My mother quickly said handing me a olive green cardigan to put over my dress.

I took it and gave them both one last hug before I left. I felt really weird that night. It felt as If I didn't want to leave the house, my parents. I closed my eyes as the front door shut behind me and grabbed for the one thing that always calmed me. My butterfly necklace. It was still shiny and beautiful like it was when it had first showed up on my windowsill.

"Willow!"

I hear a car horn and I looked and saw Olivia and Jonah waving at me from Jonah's car. They both hollered and whistled as I shyly made my way over to them.

"Who is this sexy beast?" Olivia smiled as I got into the back seat.

"Beautiful as always, Willow." Jonah turned around in the driver's seat and smiled at me.

Olivia wiggled her eyebrows at me once Jonah turned back around. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. We both knew he had a crush on me. He made it a little too obvious. She kept urging for me to go out with him, but he was my best friend and it would be just awkward. Plus, I just didn't like him that way.

"Where we goin-"

"Hush child! We will be there soon!" Olivia hollered over the radio. She was very nice by putting in my favorite band, The 1975.

The drive was surprisingly not that long. I still couldn't see where we were because they had made me cover my eyes. It wasn't that hard to guess though. The booming speaker, annoying ass girl screams, and music of things breaking. A party.

"I know it's a party." I sigh, still covering my eyes.

"Aye! It's not just some ordinary party." Jonah said, helping me get out of the car.

I heard the car door shut behind me as Olivia and Jonah had a hand on each arm, guiding me. I waited for them to give me permission to take my hands away from my face.

"Okay ready?" They both asked excitedly.

"Yes." I sigh not trying to fight my frown.

"It's a...college party!" They yell as I take my hands away.

I stand there, shocked. We were only 16 years old! What on earth could we do at a college party? Are we even gonna be able to get in? What if the cops show up? We are screwed.

"We will be fine. We look old for our age." Olivia smiles pulling down her shirt, exposing her massive cleavage.

They both start walking towards the Frat house. I stay a few inches behind them. I had a weird feeling in my gut again. I felt a hard, cold stare on me. I looked around and couldn't find what was causing this stare. I shook my paranoid feeling away and held my head high, entering.

Always listen to your gut.