After years, Cassidy has everything she wanted. She hasn't spoken to the boys since she graduated from high school. Just when she's finally moved from her past, the past decided to reappear in front of her, she finally faces those boys, who are now...
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iii | party
a long chapter for disappearing for weeks. -
"I'm boreedd."
"Shouldn't you be somewhere? Like working on your job?"
"I quit last week."
"Vanessa!"
"Don't start getting all stern with me, C!"
"This is the third time you've done this!"
"It's not my fault! They were being complete assholes!"
"Why don't you just work with your dad?"
"You know why," Nirvana sighs, throwing herself back onto the floor, "I'm Danny Grant's daughter! That's all I'm known for. Becoming a producer is hard without that title."
"I'm sure you'll be a great producer even if you work under or along with your dad," I tell her, "Also, do you think this is good?"
"Look, I'm not gonna help ya when you're not suppose to be working on your album," She tells me, typing away on her phone, "Not gonna get in trouble with the big man."
"Come on!" I cried out loud, "Just one second please!!"
"No."
Sighing, I turn around my chair and looked back at the screen. Maybe I should try to fix on the chords. Or maybe everything.
Mmm-
"Don't. You. Dare. Sigh," Nirvana cuts me off as I inhaled, "I am tired of you sighing this whole time I've been here."
Mumbling sorry, I did my own thing. Trying to make adjusts while Nirvana types on her phone, her nails clicking down on the screen loudly.
"What time are leaving work?"
"4, but I plan on staying late-"
"Great, Alex invited us to a party, and he said you need to rest after touring for months, yadda yadda, but bruh, dude just let loose."
"Oh," I muttered, staring downat my notebook. Maybe I should just let loose.
-
We arrived to the entrance the party, the white mansion was surrounded by people entering, hanging around, or leaving early. You could hear the music from all the way down the block, but as you approached the home, the music grew louder. There was barely any parking, we barely managed to find one. Though I agreed to let loose, I couldnt avoid the knots in my stomach, they were telling me something since Nirvana told me about the party. I choose to ignore it, I said I would let loose, I don't need people to worry about me every second of the day.
Walking into the house, it was packed. We barely managed to move in through the crowd, I don't recall the last time I went to a party. I remember why I stopped going to them, the smell alcoholic and drugs, having to bump into someone and feeling their sweaty body on their skin, and having to see people being intimate one and another left and right.
