Left To Be Free //5SOS

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Callie's POV

"I HATE THESE BLURRED-LINES!" People screamed from the party. Emma and I had finished studying just a little while ago, right before the attractive pizza delivery guy showed up with our pizza. We were watching tv in her basement, but the screaming of lyrics could always be heard.

"Shut up!" I groaned, I hate when people talk during a movie or television show.

"You realize, they can't hear you?" Emma said in a slightly annoyed tone.

"I should get a shock-proof scissors and cut the power lines to the house. That'd shut them up." I joked. A few moments of silence passed by before I spoke again.

"I wonder what it's like."

"What what's like?" Emma asked.

"A high school party." I mused.

"You mean a bunch of sweaty people grinding on each other and trying to hook up because they're drunk?" Emma summed up a party.

"Yes."

A few more moments of silence passed by, due to watching tv.

"Well, we could always find out." Emma spoke up.

"Are you saying...." I trailed off.

"Lets go to the party." Emma said what we were both thinking.

"But wait, we aren't really dressed for a party." I said, looking down at my owl pajamas, fuzzy socks, the part where I'm wearing my glasses and hair is messy.

"You can borrow my clothes." She shrugged. I followed her up the stairs and to her room. She opened her closet, revealing the majority of her clothes.

Emma already knew what she was going to wear, denim shorts and a loosely fitted, black v-neck shirt. She left to go change in the bathroom, leaving me to decide on what I will wear.

But there's a slight problem: you see, Emma is about 5'2", and I am around 5'6".

You see my problem?

I look through the hangers, for any shirt that is longer than the previous. When I come across a light pink crop top with a bow on it and is longer than the others, I pull it off the hanger. As for shorts, well no matter what I wear they're going to be short.

Emma walks out in her party outfit. She stands at 5'2", and because of that her brown hair reaches almost halfway down her back and was straightened. Her make up was kept at a minimum, with mascara and eye liner around her brown eyes.

"Find something?" She asked. I held up the clothes as she walked past me. I left to go into the bathroom and change. The shirt showed a small sliver of my stomach, and I kept tugging at my shorts hoping that they'd magically become two inches longer.

She left her make up on the counter, so I fixed myself up a bit. I re-applied mascara, eye liner, and a touch of brown eye shadow.

"All set" I said, walking out of the bathroom. We went downstairs to put on shoes before walking out of the house.

Outside, there were only few cars lined up. The weather was fairly warm considering it was almost mid-October. Few people were in front of the house, and even those people were just walking into the house.

You could tell the party was organized, not last minute. Furniture was pushed against the wall to create a usable dance floor, nothing of value was on display, nor was anything with a risk of being broken.

A stereo system was resting on the floor, the wires safely tucked behind them. In the kitchen, on the counters, were drinks but no snacks.

A door in the kitchen lead outside to where the majority of people are. Another stereo system was in a kitchen window and facing out the window.