Now that we finished the job, we decided to put our shovels back up and head over to the party. We walked back to the shed and put our shovels up. As we headed over to the party, we were kind of tired and our hands hurt so we decided to get in the hot tub. We didn't have our swimsuits, so we got in, in our clothes. The water felt so good! It was hot and steamy. We were enjoying the hot water and fabulous view of the party. The party guests were having a grand time. The DJ was playing "All I Do is Win" and everyone was clapping and dancing and jumping up and down.
My skin was getting pruney and we decided to get out of the hot tub and change clothes. We walked into his bedroom.
I sat down and said,"You know we haven't really enjoyed this party. Have we?"
Mike stopped in the middle of taking off his shirt and said," You're right. We haven't."
"We kept getting.. interrupted."
"Yeah... Well, there's no one here now."
I bite my lip and sat back in his chair. He kept his shirt off and walked over to me. He leaned over me and started kissing me. We were both wet so it felt weird. I pulled up on his shirt and soon we were both standing up kissing, his bed inches away. I walked backwards, still kissing him, and I sat on the bed. He was now on top of me taking off my dress, when all of a sudden the door bell rings.
We stop kissing and both of our heads shoot up, like "whoa, what just happened?" the bell rings again and we figure we should probably answer the door. We huridely put on our wet clothes and rush to the door. Mike and I opes the door.
"Hello?"
"Hello. I'm officer Murphy."
We look scared and worried. "Hello." I say
"Have you seen Trevar McCoy?"
YOU ARE READING
The Party Murderers
Storie d'amoreIn this short story, Trevar spreads a fresh rumor about two teens, Mike and Emily, at Mike's summer party. When Emily and Mike find about this rumor they go straight to murder. But what are the consenquenses of murder?
