The Messy Months [EDITING]

October - 2

After several days of careful consideration, Marcy had made her choice on her costume. And she pretty much knew she was going to regret it.

She'd chosen to go as a genie. But not just any genie. A risque genie. The outfit was complete with a golden top that resembled a bra and sheer teal pants that had—what Marcy would say was underwear—shorts underneath. Putting it on actually made her feel just a little itty bit hot.

It scared her.

"Alright, I'm headed to the party," she said, stumbling through the kitchen on her way toward the front door. Thankfully, it was empty. "Guys? Hello? Where is everyone?" She found a note on the counter from Charlie, informing her that everyone basically had their own plans tonight. As she continued to read, she realized that they assumed she'd chicken out of going to the party and stay home to eat stale ramen all by herself.

She was going to enjoy proving them wrong.

She made sure she had her phone and wallet inside her genie lamp wristlet before leaving the house, walking down the street in the direction Bailey had earlier informed her to go.

The night was cool but she braved it anyway by continuing on without a jacket. She didn't want to cover up. She wanted Trym to see she was brave. And she also wanted to prove that to herself. But she was quivering by the time she walked up to the host's house.

When she arrived, the party was going on full blast. Loud but not too loud music was playing. People were relaxing all around. Some danced while others touched. Marcy could see everyone was drinking out of classic red cups and assumed it wasn't Kool-aid, though that's what the giant drink cooler on the kitchen counter said.

Everyone was decked out in crazy costumes, some more creative than others. There were pirates and fairies, magicians and their assistants. One boy even wore the classic "This is a costume" shirt, making Marcy smile.

She spotted Charlie and Adam in the corner, their faces very close together. Marcy didn't want to bother them, but didn't want to keep wandering around aimlessly, searching for her target. She wasn't here to waste this moment.

When she talked up, the boys broke away. "Ooh, hey Marcy." Charlie ran his fingers through his hair. "Um, whoa. You came."

Marcy giggled and smiled, feeling almost uncomfortable. Seeing her cleavage was a first time for them both. "Yep. Is Trym here?"

"I think he's in the backyard," Adam spoke up, his cheeks partially pink. "Said he needed some air."

Marcy nodded, turning toward the open back door. "Alright. Thank you. You two can go back to teasing each other now."

Marcy took a deep breath, clearing Adam and Charlie from her mind. If she was going to do this, she needed to be level headed. She closed the screen door behind her, stepping out onto the patio.

"You're brave," she told herself under her breath. "You're brave brave brave."

Only a few people lingered about on the yard. A mummy was walking around to the front of the house, and two people—both dressed as Harry Potter characters—were carrying on a hushed conversation.

Marcy's gaze scanned the backyard, running over the pool. There were two twined bodies within it and she tried her best not to peek at their moment. Hm. No Trym.

Someone snickered, and she turned to see one of the Harry Potter fans pressing a button on the side of the house. The pool lit up and all of Marcy's courage evaporated from her body in the form of a gasp.

There, standing in the pool lit with rainbow colors, was Trym. His arms encompassed another girl, their faces smashed together in a passionate, open-mouthed embrace. To Marcy it looked like they were trying to swallow each other's tongues.