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Chapter One: Graduation Parties Are Both Cliché And Overrated

I don't do parties.

I generally don't do anything involving more than three people, but Fallon insisted. And I'd do anything for Fallon.

So here I am, standing in the corner of Jasper Forman's living room, nursing a Long Island Iced Tea, wondering if I could sneak out before anyone notices. But I couldn't, because even though she seems deeply interested in whatever Gill Jackson is saying, Fallon probably just wants some hand action in the upstairs bathroom. And if I left without her, Fallon wouldn't talk to me for weeks.

That's sounds like a shitty thing to say, especially about my best friend, but it's something she would say about herself anyway. Besides, Fallon is the last person to be ashamed of their sexual wants and desires.

So what on earth was I doing at a party I had no interest in being at? Other than wishing I was sitting in my pjs watching How I Met Your Mother with my mother?
Well, I was celebrating my high school graduation.

Yay!!!!!

But not really.
Because graduating high school is easy. And quite frankly I didn't want to. Because graduating means leaving my small little town for a big, Ivy League college in August, and I don't think I'll ever be ready for that. But I'll have to be. C'est La Vie.

Suddenly, I'm aware of how long I've been zoned out and how it appears I've been watching my best friend go to second base with Gill Jackson for about ten minutes. I guess the bathroom was too far away. I try to turn away before anyone notices but Gill's twin sister cannot wait to get in my face about this one.

Sky seems to have this bizarre idea that I am even slightly attracted to people with penises, which I am not. And what makes this worse is she is also someone who is not even remotely turned on by penises, I know this because we dated for about three months. But she is hung up on the idea that I broke up with her because of my apparently enormous crush on her brother, when in actuality it was because I didn't like being choked by her tongue when we kissed.

But she was determined to confirm her suspicions so despite my prayers to any and all gods there may be, she still came up to me and said:

"Still not over him? Such a shame when you could have had me."

I was not planning on dignifying this with a response until she added:

"I'm probably a better kisser anyway."

To which I chuckled at accidentally, catching her attention once more.

"Excuse me?" She asked.
"Mmm?" I murmured distractedly.
"You laughed."
"You said something funny."
"I don't recall...?"
"Never mind, Sky," I waved her off. "I'm not worth the time right now. Go flirt with the girl who's been making heart eyes at you all night and save that tongue for her."

She scoffed at me, acting disgusted, and proceeded to sexily saunter her way over to where that girl was standing.

It was then that I noticed Gill and Fallon had gone upstairs and had run right past second base and were going for home. I just hoped it was over quickly, because I wanted to go home.

Just as I happened upon this thought I heard the choral intro to Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas from my back pocket. I answered my phone.

"Hello."
"Hey, Bay. It's Kian." Fallon's thirteen year old brother responded.
"What's up little dude?" You could almost hear the poor five foot one kid pouting on the other end.
"Are you guys coming home soon? Mom wants to know."
"Tell Shannon that we're on our way. We'll be about twenty minutes."
"Mom would also like to know if you've been watching over her reckless, wild animal of a daughter." I chuckled.
"Yes I have. And we will be walking home from this party tonight and not only because we didn't bring a car with us." I could hear their mom laughing on the other end.
"Okay. Mom says to be back soon and if they have any Palm Bay steal one for her." I laughed again.
"I will. You and your mom have a good night, okay Kian?"
"We will. Bye Bay."
"Bye Kian."

I hung up and sighed. I wished Fallon had never even had the idea to go to this party. It was hard on everyone. But if she wanted to celebrate the most cliché thing in the book, I would let her. She deserved it.

I picked up a Palm Bay and started my hunt for the wild and elusive drunken Fallon.