Life With Mr. Malik (ON HOLD)

Chapter 21: Party Ideas

The next morning, Wimpy, Dave (yes, Dave) and I were in our dorm room, discussing party ideas. Wimpy used to freak out every time Dave was in close proximity but this time, she was too absorbed in the topic to even notice their knees sometimes brushed against each other.

At first, Dave's presence made me cringe, remembering what happened the day before. But then, he blurted out a sweet apology about respecting my relationship and thinking how stupid he was to try and ruin it and a bunch of other things.

Plus, he gave me a cool Star Wars sweatshirt so apology accepted! What? It's not everyday you receive a Hans Solo sweatshirt for free!

"I was thinking I'd go for a tribal theme. Like Tahiti and bonfires kind of thing." Wimpy said and began scribbling furiously on her butterfly notepad, occasionally pausing to ponder on the subject. "What do you think?"

"I think you're going way too overboard." I said honestly. "Wimpy, remember that you want to throw a party University students would want to go to."

Dave nodded. "I'm with Miles on this one. The people you're inviting aren't middle schoolers. They're not going to be so obedient to themes and will most likely only care about how much booze there is."

Wimpy tossed the notepad aside and plunked headfirst onto a pillow, groaning into it. Dave reached a hand out and rubbed her back and miraculously enough, Wimpy didn't go unconscious at his touch.

But that's probably because she didn't know who was comforting her.

"I remember my first College party. It was surreal." Dave said with a reminiscent smile. "I woke up with Tic Tac Toe marks written in Sharpie all over my body."

His story made me go back to the night of my first party in High School without Austin. I vaguely remembered pretending pineapple juice was piña colada because I didn't want to get wasted and wake up the next morning with a baby bump.

And it wasn't just because I was scared of what my parents and everyone I knew would think.

It was also because I didn't know the first thing about childcare and my child would probably be a lot safer in the jungle under the care of a family of gorillas than be on my watch.

Trust me on this.

Connor and Elliot had much too many accidents when they were younger because I got easily distracted.

"What do you think the party theme should be about then?" Wimpy asked, turning to face us.

I shrugged. "Why not hold a party for no reason?"

"But we have a reason: to help me be more social." Wimpy pointed out and I had to keep myself from slapping her for being so technical all the damn time.

Dave's voice broke my train of dark thoughts. "I think what Miles meant was that you shouldn't have a theme. Let people come in whatever get-up."

"You mean if someone showed up unclothed, I should just let them?"

This made Dave laugh. "No one's going to have the guts to do that, but in the unlikely circumstance that it does happen, I say let it be."

"Let it be, let it be," I sang The Beatles' song.

"Okay, Celine Dion. You can stop singing now." Dave said, covering my lips in mockery.

Wow, I'm so bad at singing, three people have asked me to quit with no tinge of hesitation at all evident. Austin, Zayn and Dave. This is a fabulous life, folks!

Fabulous life!

Or maybe it has something to do with their ears? Maybe males are born with ears unable to recognize a great singer when they hear one. Either that or I'm just a really bad singer (which isn't the case, let's be real).