A Day in My Life

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Trigger warning! Feel free to skip this chapter, you'll understand what's happening still!

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I sat on my bed for a while, in a thousand different positions. I did a couple of handstands. Played with anything and everything I had in my room. I resorted to cleaning until finally I thought of something. Blake and the others were setting up for the party downstairs. Blake never had his phone on him. There was a chance he left it in his room... and a chance I could have my own little party tonight.

I crept over to my door and pushed it open slowly, about two inches.

Dylan yelled in the distance "NO!" and I immediately slammed it shut and held my breath. A minute later, I realized he wasn't talking to me and there was no way he could've seen or heard me from all the way downstairs.

'Don't be a wimp Dakota, you can do this!' I mentally encouraged myself.

Faster this time, I pushed open the door and padded across the carpet and over to Blake's room. I hunted around, looking on his desk, nightstand, and eventually sifting through his huge covers. 

Maybe it's because I was lucky, or maybe it was because God felt bad about giving me 4 older brothers but whatever the reason, I found his phone. He had no passcode so after unlocking the picture of Aubrey and getting on, it was easy to text Chris. I sent something brief, telling him to meet in my room a couple of hours into the party, and then I deleted the message. 

Perfect.

I raced back to my room and jumped onto my bed. Since I was bored and still had time, I stayed bouncing for a couple minutes.

The door to my room opened at that moment and I fell to the bed, sitting cross legged, and out of breath. Dylan smirked but ignored it, saying "Blake says since you've been good you can come to the  party. Just no inviting anyone."

"Okay!" I said, jumping up. Hehe. already broke that rule. I walked over to my closet to get ready. 

He added "Don't wear anything I'd punch you for, yeah?"

I sighed and said "yeah."

He smiled at my acquiescence in a surprised way. "Oh. Good girl."

"Do not call me that." I threatened. I hated being good. 

"Sure, sure." He placated, more than agreed, before backing out and closing the door behind himself. 

I hunted in my closet before finding the perfect outfit. Putting on some skinny jeans and a tight but nice looking white tank top, I smiled. I don't know if they would allow it, but there was a good chance. As long as I was nice. 

I ran downstairs after brushing out my hair and brushing my teeth. Also, a little makeup, just a little. 

I saw Blake so I crossed my arms and said "I'm here." in a huffy way.

He chuckled and said "And you only get to stay if you're good so don't mess up."
I rolled my eyes and went to attend the door. My normal job. 

After an hour had passed it seemed like everyone was here. Nick's theater friends (80% weirdos), Dylan's football player friends (80% jerks), and Blake's college friends (80% thought I was 4 years old). Then some people I knew as well, thanks to Talen's age being close to mine. Plus all their girlfriends. Lastly, a couple random people I had never met/heard of/seen. 

I let in the last guy, a random weirdo, and started to walk away. He grabbed my arm though and pulled me back. 

"What are you doing?" I demanded, trying to pull myself away.