They Don't Know About Us

Why Don't We Go There

*Sammy's POV*

*BEFORE THE PARTY*

I pulled out my phone, texting Jerome to ask what time he was picking me up.

(S: Sammy, J: Jerome)

S: Hey babe

J: Hey! Wazzup?

S: Just wanted to know when you're getting me

J: 7:45ish?

I glanced at the clock. 7:06. Just enough time.

S: Perfect! See ya then!

J: See ya later babe

I walked downstairs to talk to Mitch.

"Hey. You going to Mat's party?" I asked him. I knew Jerome had told Becca that she couldn't go, but Mitch kinda ignored the fact that I was invited, knowing I'd just go anyways.

"Nah, I'm not feeling too well," He said, coughing.

"Alright, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going with one of my guy friends, you don't know him," I told him. He'd kill me if he knew who I was going with...

"Whatever, as long as I don't have a niece or nephew anytime soon," Mitch said, not taking his eyes off of his phone.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna go get ready, he's getting me in about a half an hour," I said, walking upstairs.

"Have fun, try not to get too turnt!" Mitch yelled after me.

I chuckled at his way of telling me not to get drunk. I ran to my closet, pulling out a handful of dresses.

I went through them, deciding on which ones were suitable for a party and which ones were for formal occasions.

When I was done sorting through the dresses, I was left with two that I liked.

One was strapless and purple with a sparkly band around the waist. It went to just below mid thigh.

The other was greenish blue, also strapless, and it went just above my knees, but it always went up when I sat down.

I decided on the greenish blue one, picking out black dangly earrings and black heels that were about 3 inches tall. I put them on, going to the bathroom to straighten my hair. When I was done with my hair, it was 7:30 and I still needed to do my makeup. I put some dark grey eyeshadow on with heavy eyeliner and mascara. As I ran down the steps, my black handbag in hand, I put on shimmery lipgloss, hollering a quick goodbye to Mitch and running out the door.

(THAT ENTIRE PARAGRAPH SCARES ME BC THE ONLY REASON THAT I KNOW ABOUT WHAT HALF OF THAT STUFF LOOKS LIKE IS BC OF BEING IN PLAYS)

Jerome was just pulling in, a smile growing on his face when he saw me. I returned the smile, running to his car and climbing in the passenger seat.

"You look beautiful," Jerome said, backing out of the driveway.

"Not too shabby yourself," I teased, turning up the radio.

"JEROME WHY DO YOU HAVE A ONE DIRECTION CD IN YOUR CAR?!" I asked, horrified. I love One Direction, but the fact that my boyfriend has one of their CDs is a bit wierd.

"I dunno, probably because Bacca keeps it in the car and there was no good music on the radio, so I put it in," Jerome said, shrugging his shoulders.

"That doesn't matter anymore. What matters is the fact that this is my jam!" I yelled, turning it up even higher.

"I DON'T WANT YOU TO BE, THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY, I WANNA GET ADDICTED TO YOU YEAH!" I scream-sang, knowing I was entertaining Jerome. "YOU'RE RUSHING THROUGH MY MIND, I WANNA FEEL THAT HIGH, I WANNA GET ADDICTED, DON'T SAY NOOOOOOO JUST LET GOOOOO!"