First Love (David & Liza)

Chapter 49, part 1

I may sound like the ultimate nerd, but I would probably never understand what exactly people find fun and amusing in going to parties. Let's be real for a second and go through the few stages of that madness called "partying" -  before, during and after. Or at least what I see them like.

If you have the honor to be one of the lucky people that are chosen to be invited to a party, then congratulations! If you're a girl the first thing you'll have to start with are the clothes and that means it will probably take you at least a couple of days and a good amount of money to find and eventually buy the perfect outfit for the event. Then you'll spend endless hours in front of the mirror trying to make your appearance more than just a pretty one - hair, make-up, nails, etc. I can't speak for the guys, but I'm almost sure that the Universe is also giving them a hard time. Well, not as hard as for the girls, right?!

Finally, after all the torture you deliberately put yourself through, you'll be ready to make your way to the long awaited patry. When you arrive, the place will be already packed, painfully loud music will be blasting from what it seems everywhere and threatening to cause an earthquake or something way worse. It's a party, so you'll decide to have fun and get yourself a drink. But it's a high school party which means that you most likely will end up getting drunk after just one cup, because the host is probably a relative of uncle Scrooge and has provided tons of bad cheap alcohol. Or somebody just spiked your drink.

The embarrassing moments for you are yet to come, but once again you'll have the luck on your side, because the next day you're not going to remember the extremely stupid things you've done the night before. You're just going to have a really, really bad headache and in the worst case scenario dry vomit on your new clothes (sorry for the descriptive image). If I have to sum up the situation it will sound something like this - no memories, no fun, just severe pain in your stupid teenage head.

So, I said it before and I'll say it again: I absolutely don't get the idea of partying. But, and I can't emphasize it enough, there's always a big "but" somewhere in the picture and right now mine is ringing the door bell for a second time.

"What took you so long? You know I hate waiting!" The moment I open the front door, Gabbie welcomes herself inside the house, going straight to my room.

"Well, hello to you too, Gabbie!" I close the door and slowly make my way up the staircase behind her. "It's so nice to see you! Oh, thank you! You look good as well! How am I doing, you ask? Great, just great!"

"Stop muttering under your nose and get your little behind here." She commands from my room. "Let's see what do we have here." She doesn't even bother looking at me when I finally get in. I sit on my bed, staring at her with a stupid smile on my face. She's standing in front of the wide open doors of my closet with hands on her hips, a clear sign that she's thinking and from back here I can almost see how the thousands of wheels in her twisted little head are turning. "Gosh, I've forgotten how this looks like! We have so much work to do." She says, helplessly throwing her hands in the air, a gesture I think is totally unnecessary and honestly, a bit mean. Ah, I've missed her sassiness so much.

"Ouch! That hurts!" I stand up, placing a hand on my chest, but Gabbie is too busy digging in my wardrobe to notice my fake pain. "Did you come all the way over here to mock me for my lack of taste in fashion or to help me pick an outfit?" She surprises me by suddenly turning around, putting her hands on both my shoulders and giving me one of those serious Gabbie-glares that can easily make a grown man cry. Or at least tear up.

"Actually, Liza, I came mostly because I finally have a chance to spend some time with you. Is that too much to ask? We haven't talked for almost six months, if you need a reminder and I'm tired of talking to people that don't get me the way you do. Don't get me wrong, I really do love Zane, but let's say that his mind is somehow always in the gutter. And the rest of the gang are awesome to hang with, but it just wasn't the same without you. On top of all, the fact that I was forced to communicate with the most awful, obnoxious and evil read-haired person in the world made me realize how big part of my life are you." She lets out a loud sigh before she continues speaking again. "You know that I'm not good with these emotional stuff, but I guess what I'm trying to say is... I'm sorry for doubting in you, for believing that picture of you and Zane was real. I really missed our talks, the fact that you were always beside me. I missed you, Liza." Her voice breaks a little, but it's enough for me to pull her into a hug. "You're more than my best friend, Liza. You're my person!" She mumbles in my hair and I know she's crying at this point, because I can feel the wetness on my shoulder.