I can hardly wait. Mom and dad are leaving for Venice in a bit - some attempt on rekindling their romance, or something. Gross. That's like, slang for 'we're having sex'.
I get my phone out, and text my best friend, Eric: 'Coming over this evening? The 'rents are finally leaving! :D'
He replies, almost instantly, with a: 'Already? AWESOME, be there at 5. Mind if I bring a couple of friends along?'
I was confused. Here's the deal. Eric and I have been best friends for two years now - long enough for me to know the guy in and out, but still not enough for me to know all his friends. We became friends because of detention together. I mean, yeah, we always knew each other as classmates, but friends? Nah, detention ensured that that happened. Especially because I'd punched a dude and Eric had seen it happen, and laughed his ass off, instead of helping me (or the guy?)
'Sure, get them!' I texted back.
'Louise!' my dad calls out. I groan and lift myself off my bed. I walk down the stairs, taking my own time. "Louise, here's all the money you'll need," my dad hands me a thick wad of greens. Money, I mean, not vegetable greens! I'm trying SO hard to contain my excitement! My dad's a film producer, and mom's a fashion photographer. They earn billions, every year. But they never give me pocket money. Why? Because I'm a teenager, and I might 'have urges to try drugs, and alcohol'. I've done that anyway, I don't see what's the big deal (not like I can tell my parents that. They'd probably faint upon hearing the stuff I've been up to!)
"We're leaving, sweetheart. Be good?" my mom almost pleads. I smile, still holding the money. Fuck, there's a LOT, there.
"Yeah, mum, don't worry!" I grin. She narrows her eyes at me. "I swearrr!" I add, indignantly.
"Okay," she says, sounding relieved, and hugs me.
I watch my parents' taxi move out of our massive driveway, my heart thumping with excitement.
***
The door bell rings. I take my can of pepper spray (Hey, there's a lot of stuff in the newspapers these days, okay?! Don't judge!). I open the inner door, first, and immediately relax. It's Eric. And two guys, who I know belong on the basketball team. I roll my eyes. Obviously. They're pretty hot, but I'd more sooner die than admit it. I let them in, and they trail in, looking around the house, awestruck.
Oh man, not this again! Each time I invite someone new from school, they look around as though they've never been inside a mansion before. Damn. I clear my throat, trying to draw their attention onto me, and I succeed. They grin, sheepishly.
"Louise, this is Steve and that's Ryan," says Eric.
Steve is a little shorter than Ryan, but still way taller than my average 5'5". He is fair, has dark brown hair, and green eyes. Ryan is tall. VERY tall. He's tanned, has brown hair, and blue eyes. Fuck, they're both really hot. I can actually see their biceps and well built bodies through their clothes. I try not to stare (I have hormonal rushes too, okay?) as they both smile at me, and I grin back.
We go to my room, and Eric stretches out across my bed. I smack him. He always does that, it's so annoying! If there's one thing I hate, it's when someone messes up my bed, and Eric ALWAYS does that! While Steve and Ryan take a chair each, one from my study table and the other from next to my closet, Eric slaps my shoulder. "FUCK YOU, ERIC!" I scream, in pain, and knock his head.
"Oww!" he yells, wincing.
"Um..." starts Ryan. Eric and I stop, and look at him. Obviously, the two of them have never seen Eric and I fighting. I giggle at the expressions on both their faces. Both their eyebrows are raised, and they don't know what to say.
"Chill, it's an everyday thing," I tell them.
"And she's a weakling," Eric adds, earning yet another punch. "OUCH!" he groans.
"Weakling? I think not," I smile, evilly.
"Dude, let's plan a party," says Steve suddenly.
I was so certain this would come up, what with nobody at home, and my house having enough place to host the entire senior high-schoolers. I pause. But wait, everybody does it! What harm could it bring?
I begin to smile again. "Steve? You're a genius!" I say, a plan forming in my head.
"This party, is going to be AWESOME," I think, as I start telling them my plan.
A/N: Hey, guys, I'm a little new to this, and comments are appreciated. I have a pretty cool idea for this, and it's going to get really wild, sometime soon. Keep reading, follow me, vote, share, comment! Love y'all xx
