The smell of the moist air was starting to get more distinct, the further we strolled down the road. As Aimee and Sabrina were chatting the night away, I was feeling a sudden rush of anxiety. I have never even met this guy in person. Was tonight gonna be awkward like I've always managed to do with every other event I've attended?
"Don't. Blow. This. Dude. You're gonna have blast," I noticed I said out loud to myself, almost loud enough for Aimee or Sabrina to catch. Thankfully, neither did.
I glanced up at Aimee and Sabrina, not bothered by the fact that I was being third-wheeled.. Again. Aimee has brown highlighted curly hair that flows down to the middle of her back and light hazel eyes behind her hipster-like glasses. She was most likely the tiniest almost sophomore I had ever seen. Her thighs, feet, arms, everything. I was actually kinda jealous of her.
I was envious of Sabrina as well. Her bright green eyes fit perfectly with her shoulder length blond hair. Her body shape was close to perfect, 5'5. But she still calls herself "fat" which is a absolute lie.
Then there was me. Past the shoulder straight brown hair and brown eyes with nothing that singles me out from everyone else. 5'3. Aimee is a little bit less than an inch taller than me, and I'm the shortest out of my friends. I've gotten used to that fact though.
"Ohmahgawd. We're hurr." Aimee shouted retardedly. I peered up quickly and clutched onto Sabrina's arm.
"You better not leave me alone or I'll kill you." I whispered, gripping tightly. She rolled her eyes before leading me through his garage.
"I won't. And they don't really use the front door." Sabrina responded to my confused expression. I nodded and leaned my back against the garage wall, letting my head rest.
Aimee began to slam her fist against the door. "Michael! You faggot! Open up!"
From behind the door, you could her his mom tell "He's coming!" And Aimee finally quit her knocking to wait. Foot steps became more distinct. Suddenly, it swung open.
"Heellooo." The guy said, standing there awkwardly. I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. He was exactly the way Aimee has described on the walk here. Tall.. about 5'10, dark curly hair, REALLY Mexican.
Aimee pushed the boy aside. "I'm going to your room, you queer." Is how she responded to his greeting.
He let out a chuckle. "Don't you always." He rolled his eyes. Sabrina caught hold of my arm and rushed me inside once she realized I was hesitant to step inside the house. I glanced up at the guy to get a better look at him, already forgetting his name. Which I honestly didn't mean to. I was already too awkward and nervous to remember it. His eyes were a brown color but for some reason, he looked at everything so softly. Mexican guys weren't really my type, but he was kinda cute..
Just as that thought came into my head, a blond was sitting on his desk chair in his room, spinning. Sabrina and Aimee both casually walked into his bedroom and sat on his bed. What was I supposed to do? Follow their lead?
The first thing I laid my eyes on though.. Was his charger. My phone was completely dead. Should I just grab it or..
I took the risk of possibly tripping and falling over his dirty clothes in the floor, and grabbed the iPhone charger, plugging it in, and waiting for it to turn on.
Sigh, it was gonna be awhile.
I took a seat in between Aimee and Sabrina on his bed awkwardly crossing my legs and putting my hands together. Amanda sat on Michael's lap, continuing to talk and talk. I reached for his iPhone charger and set my phone on his desk. The room felt crowded to me. I looked to the left to see Aimee on Michael's laptop.
