Specks

Chapter Two: Kool-Aid and Vodka

My right leg starts bouncing up and down as I sit at the edge of my bed spinning my phone in my hands. Nicole sits at my vanity and begins on her makeup. She applies dime sized amounts of liquid foundation all over her face and massages it onto her skin with an expensive looking brush.

"What's up with you? Why aren't you getting ready?" she asks while caking a weird yellow powder substance under her eyes.

"He hasn't sent me the address yet."
 She stares at her reflection in the mirror and then turns arounds.

"What is wrong with you? Just ask him! He probably is busy setting up for the party and it slipped his mind."

"Yeah. Maybe you're right," I mumble.

I search through my contacts and realize that he has my number, but I don't have his.

"Uh, can you ask? I don't have his number."

Nicole sets down her eyeliner and dials up Dean.

"Hey, Dean. Huh? My phone? Oh! Yeah, my phone is working again. I know you're probably busy, but can you text me the address to the party?"

Rose claws at my legs and starts whining. I pick her up and cradle her as if she was a human toddler. I hold her up to my face and she decides to take this moment to sneeze.

"Thanks, Rose," I said sarcastically. "I really needed that."

"Sure, I will. Okay. See you tonight," Nicole concludes.

She clicks her phone off and continues on her makeup. Her phone chimes and she glances at her screen.

"Well?" I ask standing up with Rose tucked in my arm.

"He sent me the address..."
 "Oh. Okay."

"...and he apologizes for not sending you the address. He told me to tell you that."

A smile forms on my face as I swiftly turn to ransack my closet for a party outfit. My attention is automatically drawn to the far right where the majority of my dark clothes are, and when I say dark, I really mean black. With my one free hand, I search through and come across an off the shoulder black top and pull out my pair of ripped boyfriend jeans.

There's a knock on my door, but I already know that it's Michael because of his signature knock.

"Come in, Mike," I say.

"I came to feed the rat," he mumbles as he scowls at Rose.

"Thanks," I sing as I attempt to hand her to him, but he only stares at me with a questionable look on his face.

"She has four legs. She can walk."

I scoff and gently place Rose onto the ground. He runs down the stairs and he calls for her. Her tail wags and she follows suit.

"Time, please," I ask Nicole.

She pulls her hair into a slick ponytail and packs up her makeup.

"8:58."

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As soon as I open my car door, the smell of the Devil's lettuce fills my nostrils. I hear people call it "loud." Well, that "loud" was loud. Nicole and I proceed to the front door where the music is able to be heard from outside. The muffled music becomes louder when someone opens the front door and passes us. I've never seen him before. He was in such a rush that all I could make out was jet black hair.

"Travis!" Dean runs out stopping at Nicole and I.

"Is everything okay?" I ask only because Dean has a worried look on his face.