Something Great

Chapter 3

@avagraceTTS: First party in Ozzzz

@ralleymdTTS: @avagraceTTS follow the yellow brick road.

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After a day of basking at the beach, sipping on strawberry daiquiris and pina coladas and meeting some fans, Ava and Ralley were definitely ready for a party.

Well, Ava was. Ralley was currently asleep on the couch, her nose whistling every time she exhaled. It was starting to annoy the fuck out of Ava. She padded over to the iPod dock and turned the volume up all the way before pressing play, hoping a really obnoxious song would come on and wake Ralley.

I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING, BUT DO YOU GOT ROOM FOR ONE MORE TROUBLED SOUL?

"What the fUCK?" Ava could hardly hear Ralley over Patrick Stump's voice, but she could definitely see her fall off the couch and onto her ass. She laughed and turned the stereo down, continuing into the kitchen towards the freezer.

"Rise and shine, Star Girl," Ava crooned, reaching for an ice cream bar. She let some of the coldness settle on her arm before pulling it out. It felt like Heaven in contrast to the Australian heat.

"We've gotta party in like an hour and a half. Go get cute."

"Fuck you, I'm always cute," Ralley retorted groggily, taking a seat in one of the stools across the greenish granite counter top from Ava. She glanced at the ice cream sandwich and stuck out her bottom lip, silently begging Ava to get her one.

Ava sighed and opened the freezer, picking out one of the chilly treats and tossing it over head to Ralley. She turned around just in time to see it hit her in the face.

"Bitch," Ralley muttered, attempting to unwrap the ice cream with her clumsy, sleep-heavy fingers.

"You're welcome," Ava said sweetly, taking a bite of her own ice cream. She was one of those people who could bite straight into popsicles or ice cream without a second thought. Ralley, on the other hand, was trying to tear off a piece of her sandwich with her lips.

In their silence, Ralley's eyes wandered all over the kitchen, landing on the oven's digital clock.

"Ava. It's seven thirty."

"Yeah?" Ava threw her wrapper in the trash, licking the last drops of melted ice cream from her finger tips.

"The party started like half and hour ago!"

"It's called fashionably late," she told Ralley, rolling her eyes.

"It's called rude," Ralley replied, sliding off her stool and hopping over the back of the couch to grab her phone off the coffee table. She had three new texts from Calum.

Haha yeah, i thought so too, which was a reply to the last message she'd sent before falling asleep.

Party tiiiiiiimee ;)

You're coming tonight, right?

Ralley quickly sent a message confirming that they were, indeed, coming and explaining to Calum that Ava was being dumb. She turned around to face her friend, finding that she'd been reading her messages over her shoulder.

"Is that what you're wearing," Ralley asked, looking Ava up and down.

"Yeah," she smiled, putting a hand on her hip, modeling her outfit for Ralley. She was wearing high-waisted denim cut-off shorts and a thin white v-neck that was barely too big on her. It looked good, though, slightly tucked into the front of her shorts. You could see the colors of her floral bikini through it.