So this is the first time i've ever posted a story chapter online. I'm new to this and just want to try out this story because it's been in the back of my mind for a while. please message me or comment with any helpful hints. Thank you i hope you enjoy the little bit i'm posting.
~Micky
Party scene part 1
“It's nothing high class you don't need a dress and heels. Just put on some jeans and a tank top.” Jason's deep voice echoed through-out the house I'm sure with that annoyed tone. “It was your idea for us to go out in the first place.” My idea for this Saturday night was to just watch movies and order Chinese food, but no Jason decided I'm not allowed to mope around this weekend.
See this past week i've only been arguing nonstop with my boyfriend, well now ex-boyfriend, I wasted 10 months on a guy that i'm not sure if I was happy with in the first place. He was the guy that always looked nice and didn't like it when I didn't look good next to him. His parents paid for his brand new BMW and all the gas and other stuff he put into it. Why I got with him in the first place now that I think about it is a big blank in my mind.
Oh well, now you know i'm one of those heart dragged through the dirt girls, I don't feel pretty with my average looks, I stand at an average height of 5'6'' with my average dirty blonde hair that stays up in a pony tail or messy bun, with average blue eyes with my average freckles, and have an average name of Michelle.
I figure i'm not trying to impress anyone tonight and just pull on some boot cut jeans and a red tank top, pulling on my old work boots since Jason drove his dads mud truck, meaning its a back wood party.
My best friend Jason, is anything but average. He is 6'3'', with almost silver eyes, bleach blonde hair, and the muscles of a starting linebacker that has worked for everything he has with the dark natural tan to go with it. I knew him when he was that little plump boy that would always play video games but then he got into his trucks and he never turned back.
We get in his truck close to an hour after I was ready because he had to eat or he would just starve, he is a bigger drama queen then a lot of girls I know. So this party we are going to is your typical down home, country road party. With me expecting bonfire, beer pong, half naked girls sitting on tail gates, and me sitting in corner. What actually happened is we pull up at a little house that has a story to it but is still cute and is only around a 10 minute drive from my house.
“I knew you weren't in the mood to put up with a lot of people and I also know you don't need to just sit around at your house and mope,” Jason knows me all to well “, but you will get your little but inside this house and I will bring out the old Mich with some beer pong.” Rolling my eyes at him and all of his strange antics. “You know I don't like you right now.” I roll my eyes as I get out to him yelling at the top of his lungs in a girl voice “You don't like me anymore?! What did I do we can make it work I promise.” I just walk into the house that seems to be shaking with the music blaring from a unseen PA system, with Jason right behind me pushing me more inside and him saying hey to all his friends.
After an hour or so of me talking to some of my old friends and a couple beers later I feel a lot better than I have in almost a year. “Mich were on for beer pong and don't worry we are crashing here tonight” This is all I heard as I was thrown over jason's shoulder and carried through the small house and into a back yard that seemed bigger than the house with a lot of old beat up patio furniture surrounding two dug out fire pits that are roaring. Being put down on my butt I had to keep from giggling up at the three boys setting up another round of beer pong. “Game on, I have my girl now I know we will win.”
After two games of beer-pong with us winning and me starting to sober up I go sit down next to one of the fire's, out of the 50 people that were originally here when we showed up only 20 or so are left so I have a old couch patio to myself sipping on a coke I got out of the cooler and just staring into the fire thinking a little to much about the one person I shouldn't be.
"You look like someone ran over your cat there Michelle" i was so zoned out i didn't even realize that someone had sat down next to me. "No noone hit my cat just one of those weeks" He looked really familiar but with only seeing his profile the side toward me which is shadowed with the light from the fire, i could see the blonde hair, and how tight his shirt fit him with a tattoo going down his arm it was the name Tristan written in black script.
Yeah i know how that is, he takes a long swig of a beer before throwing it into the fire and leaning back "hows your family been lately?" "Good i guess, why do you ask?" Even with him directly looking at me i can't place where i know him from. now that he is facing me though i can see that he has a small patch of peach fuzz on his chin and very peircing blue/silver eyes that i can't look away from. "You don't remember me do you?" "no i can't say that i do should i?" "Yeah you dated me for couple months, your still talk to my mom at least once a week.." He looks at me waiting for it to click but i can't remember wait! "Gauge? Gauge Tykes?" he just smirks at me and i know it's him by that little gesture because his dimples are their.
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Am i doing good so far?
