A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

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Erika

“It’s Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday,” I sang softly as I waltzed down the stairs.

Aiden glanced at me through bleary eyes. “How can you be so happy in the morning? It’s too early to have emotions.”

I shrugged, putting my bagel into the toaster. “I don’t know. Maybe I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning.”

“Yeah, that must be it,” Aiden yawned, his forehead thumping back down onto the table.

“Oh no, wait! It’s the party tonight! It’s probably the first teenage party I’ve ever been to! Exciting!” I squealed, pulling my bagel back out of the toaster, perfectly toasted to crispiness. Spreading cream cheese on the inside, I clapped the sides together.

“AYDEN. IF YOU AREN’T DOWN HERE IN 3 MINUTES WE ARE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU.” I shrieked up the stairs.

Ayden bounded down the stairs in a heartbeat, mid-yawn. “Aren’t we leaving?”

Aiden got up and drained the last of his coffee. “Let’s go.”

I opened the door and skipped outside, humming to myself. Tyde stood next to his Audi, unlocking the car doors with a flash.

“Hey, guys, can I ride with Tyde today?” I asked, bounding back to them.

Aiden looked skeptical. “You don’t want to come with us?”

Ayden clapped his brother on the back. “Let her be, man. She wants to catch up with her friend, that’s all.”

“Okay,” he agreed hesitatingly. Aiden pulled me close and pecked me on the lips before letting me loose. As I walked back, I raised a hand to my lips, somehow feeling a hidden meaning to the kiss. 

“Hey Eri,” Tyde greeted, just climbing into his car. “Say hi to Reese!”

“Hi Reese,” I laughed, climbing in after him.

Tyde started the car with a purr. “Hai Erika!” he squealed in a falsetto.

“Dude. Do that again and I’ll cough up a lung,” I choked out between giggles.

“MROWWW,” he screeched randomly.

“STAHP.”

“Fine.” He grumbled and pulled out of the driveway, the top of the car down and folded into the trunk.

“So, what are we doing today,” I said in a singsong voice. Reaching out and turning on the radio, I leant back against the seat.

IT’S FRIDAY, FRIDAY, GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY,”

I jerked up. “Ohmygod, I love this song! Turn it up!”

KICKIN’ IN THE FRONT SEAT, SITTIN IN THE BACK SEAT. GOTTA MAKE MY MIND UP, WHICH SEAT SHOULD I TAKE?

Tyde joined in as we began to chant along to the music, and before long, we had already arrived at school. Crowds of people were standing by the front steps again, and some of them had already whipped out their phones to record Tyde and I singing.

“Well, at least they kept a distance,” I sighed as I closed the car door.

Tyde glanced over as he began to trudge to school. “It didn’t seem like it bothered you till now,”

“I know, but just because I’m an awesome actor doesn’t mean that I don’t have feelings.”

“Right,” Tyde nodded, dragging out the word.

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