Are You Dead?

2-Party Prep

Summer really has begun. After that night in the yard, it got hotter and Luke was over every single day. Sometimes he was at my house before I've even woken up. But of course, my mom let him in. My mom loved him so much. She knew all about his mom's cougar habits, so she took him in. He's like a son to her, except for the fact that he calls he by her first name, "Janice".

Ugh. Thanks mom... thanks for letting him into my room, I thought.

"Ariiiii!!!!" his voice cracked once he reached the "eee" sound. I couldn't help but smile a little at the face he made. It was like he had just seen something disgusting, like that scrunched up face people make. He hated when his voice cracked, but I thought it was hilarious.

"Ugh, what?!" my voice was groggy and my head was throbbing.

"Janice says to get up and clean your room, or no party at the beach house!"

"Alright, alri-" I stopped talking and sat up in bed. My expression made him chuckle as I slowly turned my head to look at him. "She said we could have the party?! My mom. The Janice Grant. The strict, business tight, fun hati-"

"YES!!!" He cut me off, getting slightly frustrated with my ongoing description of my mother's personality.

I jumped out of bed and hugged him. He hugged me back but pulled away almost instantly. Motioning to the mess on my floor and desk, he nudged me forward and started helping me clean.

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It took us three hours to clean my room, but only because we would stop and eat every twenty minutes. After that, we went to the mall. He hated shopping, but I liked bringing him along for his honest opinions on what I pick out.

"I don't like the way that one fits you," he said, referring to the raspberry colored maxi-skirt I had tried on.

"Well," I said as I unlocked the dressing room door. "What about this?"

He glanced at me and didn't answer. He waved his hand at me as if telling me to stop bothering him. He went back to his iPhone and I got a little aggravated. All I needed was for him to tell me that I had chosen a good outfit, and we both like it.

"Luke?!"

He glanced over again, but this time he took a double take and he looked. He really looked. His jaw just about hit the floor and it looked like he was trying to talk.

"Umm.." I was concerned when he started to say that. "Ari.. you... you look... Wow."

I blushed and just looked down at the outfit then back at him. His eyes scanned over me, from top to bottom. He stared at my chest. My boobs were very enhanced with the strapless, white, lacy, tight, crop top. I saw him examining the mini blueberry colored tube skirt. He motioned for me to spin around, and I literally felt him staring at my ass. Satisfied with his reaction, I bought the outfit and a pair of matching black, open-toed stilettos. 

Here was Luke's favorite part of the shopping. Alcohol and snacks. We entered the grocery store and Luke began searching for his fake ID. When he finally found it, we split up and he went off for drinks. I on the other hand had snack duty.

He had the harder job. I lazily made me way to the "snack aisle" all the way on the other side of the store. When I got there, I grabbed almost evrey type of chips, cookies, and dips. Good thing I had a cart. Moving on, I went to the frozen food aisle and grabbed some taquitos, baby pizzas, and chicken nuggets. That was about all we needed food wise, so I headed towards the alcohol and found Luke as stood there with only one bottle of Jack Daniels brand whiskey.

"Are you serious Luke?" He just looked at me with a blank stare. I shook my head and grabbed some bottles off the shelf. When we got in line, I started thinking. What if his ID doesn't work, I thought to myself. 

"Ari, don't worry." Luke said, as if he read my mind. "We've done this a million times. You know we'll be fine."

And we were. We got into my car with bags of snacks and alcohol. One of the bags was filled with straight vodka. We had Grey Goose, Russian Standard,  and Smirnoff. I'm so glad my mom doesn't care if I drink. I guess that's not the best thing, but it has its perks.