It's complicated

3. They're off limits

After I get back downstairs again after I had earlier decided to put a tiny bit of make up on and put my spray and perfume on as well. Since I forgot. I jump up onto the kitchen counter going through my Facebook. I had already checked Snapchat and Instagram before I came down this time.

I was waiting for Willow to come down the stairs and it's not too long before she does. So we could head to the party. When I see her come down the steps I look at her outfit and she was wearing light blue ripped skinny jeans rolled up a little at the bottom, a black crop top with Dallas written in bold white writing, below in bigger bold white writing was '94.' Lastly with adidas original superstar shoes.

She had her hair down naturally, I then get off the counter and put my phone in my back pocket. I had some money in there just in case as well.

She smiles at me and I return it and she says to me, "I like your outfit Ron, it looks really nice." I smile at her again and say, "thanks I like yours too. Especially that top your man would like it!"

She laughs at me and says, "I only got it because I liked it, not because it's his shirt. Besides it's not like he's going to be there tonight anyways." I laugh and jokingly say, "he might be!?"

She stopped what she was doing with a worried look on her face. "I hope not! It would be awkward, considering I'm wearing his shirt!" I laugh at her and say, "it's gonna be funny if he is!"

"Shut up! I bet Jacks gonna like your outfit though!!" She says after rolling her eyes at me, I give her a dead pan look, "wow that's so funny!"

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Standing at their front door, we do our usual rock, paper, scissors match to see who would be the designated driver. We don't stick to it, but we do it every time. It's a normal thing when we go to a party.

We would either stay here for the night or we would catch a cab home. We'll see how the night goes.

We turn to each other counting from one to three, before both choosing paper. It was a draw and we were forced to do it again, we count up from one to three together again. This time instead of both choosing paper we both chose rock.

We laugh and do the same thing again but instead of choosing the same I chose scissors while Willow chooses rock. I groan when I realise I lost and that made me the designated driver.

She laughs at me before knocking on the door and it is soon pulled open by Aaron Carpenter. I have to admit he doesn't look too bad. What am I saying? Wait this is good I can start liking him and stop liking jack!

He was wearing black skinny jeans and a red magcon top. He has a red bandana wrapped around his head his hair sticking out everywhere because of it. He wore a smirk on his face, I hear Starbucks clear her throat and I quickly look away from him at her.

"Are you gonna let us in?!" Willow asks gesturing inside looking at him, he looks at her for a second with his mouth slightly parted, before saying. "Oh yeah come in!" He moves to the side letting us into the house.

We walk in and the music gets even louder, I hear the door close behind us. I feel Starbucks, tap me on the shoulder whispering/yelling into my ear, "let's go to the bar." I nod and follow her to the bar which was in the kitchen.

It was straight up on the right it was a pretty big kitchen. The cupboards were white, the table tops where black marble. He has one of those flash silver double door fridges with a water and ice dispenser.