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16. Party

I jogged to my bedroom and whipped my closet doors open. Pulling a blue and white shirt off a hanger, I shrugged the one I was wearing off and pulled the new one on.

I ran my fingers through my hair and walked across the hall to the bathroom.

Picking up the green bottle off of the counter, I put on my cologne. I brushed my teeth feverishly and decided that I was done getting ready.

Paige was ready to go when I came out and I pulled my keys off of the hook on the wall.

"When did you make a playlist in my car?" I asked while walking towards it, turning my head to look at Paige.

"That one night when you broke the picture, I came out here and I thought I left my phone in there," she pointed towards the house, "so I made a playlist for myself so I could listen to something out here, but then I found my phone." She explained and turned to face me.

"I like it." I said after we got in my car.

She had a great taste in music, no bubble gum pop, no screamo. It was a nice balance.

Paige didn't answer, instead she pulled my hand into her lap and reached over to turn on the stereo.

We drove to her house without speaking, we just listened to the songs that came on and sang along to a few.

The gate with the big 'M' in front of her house was open and I pulled into the driveway.

Paige stepped out of my car and waited for me in front of it. I grabbed her hand and followed her to the front door.

Up the stairs and down endless halls, we finally made it to Paige's bedroom, or the fake bedroom, or the real one? I was confused by all of it.

"This one?" Paige held a sparkly dress in her hands and I shrugged at it.

"You're no help," she laughed, throwing yet another dress at me.

She waked behind the room divider and emerged a minute or two later in some tight jeans and shirt that followed suit.

"Wow," I spoke, my mouth instantly drying at the sight of her.

Turing on the heel of her shoe, she spun like a ballerina and I admired her from the back.

Damn.

Her ass looked flawless I those jeans. And her shirt was just low enough that you could see the slightest bit of cleavage.

"Put your eyes back in your head," she giggled, pushing my head back so that I fell onto her bed.

The bathroom was attached to her bedroom and she walked in and shut the door. I put my hands behind my head and got comfortable on her bed.

I heard the door pop open and I sat up to get a glimpse of the hottie that is Paige Moore.

Her hair was straight and flowed out down her shoulders and back, she was wearing some dark eye-stuff that made her eyes an even sharper blue. Her lips were a slight red and I wanted to kiss them so bad.

"You look, I mean, um," I stammered, unable to find the words.

Paige laughed and walked over to me, grabbing my wrist in her hand and lead me down the stairs and out of the house.

"I'll drive since you seem to be a tad out of it," she winked, stepping into my car, leaving me shaking my head in disbelief.

We made it to the house where the party was at 8:39. The girl, Brandy, gave us faulty directions. There were cars parked up and down the street and the music echoed in my ears.