Strum

Strum: Trois

Trois

There was a knock at the door and Laurel quickly ran downstairs to answer it. I stalked after her, holding my dress up on the way down the stairs in case I ripped it. My best friend pulled the front door open and gazed up at the handsome looking guy standing under her porch light. "You are Laurel McQuillian, right? Or have I gotten the wrong house number," he says nervously, staring at my breath taken best friend.

"Y-Yes Daz, it's me," she stuttered, stepping aside to invite him inside. "Come in."

"You just look so amazing, I could barely recognize you," he smiles at her sliding his arms around her waist. She runs her fingertips up his arms smiling at him. I coughed a little, standing at the bottom of the staircase watching the two lovebirds.

"Oh! Sorry Morgan, Daz this is Morgan, and Morgan this is obviously Daz," Laurel smirks.

"It's lovely to meet you, Morgan."

"Fuck around with my best friend and you'll have nothing left to fuck with," I smile at him and step forward to shake his hand. He looks a bit taken back by my attitude, but I just had to set things straight before things get serious and Laurel ends up rotting in her bed gaining calories on ice-cream.

"I'll try not to," he chuckles, shaking my hand back. Laurel frowns at him and slaps his upper arm, obviously not liking his reply.

"So, where's this friend of yours?" Laurel asks him, raising an eyebrow.

"In the car," he smiles at her and kisses her forehead. "We should get going, our reservation is for seven thirty."

"Lets roll," I demand. Laurel and I quickly put our high heels on and follow Daz to his car. He opens the back door for us and the lights inside the car light up. I scoff as I catch a quick glimpse of the guy in the passenger seat- my date.

I knew well enough by a quick glimpse that it was Andrew from Six Strings.

Fantastic.

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"String girl?" Andrew asks, a cheeky smirk on his face as he looks in the rear view mirror and looks right at me. I stick the middle finger up at him and smile back at him. "Feisty, I like her."

I scoff, "You don't even know me."

"I know you well enough," he states, looking away. I do the same and look out of the car window at the waves crashing down on the white sand in the darkness as we drive along the beachfront. The moonshine was dripping over the waves, the stars reflecting against the water. It was beautiful. I wind the window down and carefully hang my arm out of the window, feeling the cool breeze against my fingertips. It's a shame my happiness would end in exactly 10 hours.

Fucking dad.

Fucking sisters.

I moved my eyes back to Andrew and realised he was watching me. I smiled. This dress really was sexy enough.

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"We're here," Daz states, turning off the engine and stepping out of the car. I watch as Andrew gets out as well and stretches. Although I couldn't see much but his waist, his body was pretty hot.

"Come on Morgan!" Laurel distracted me from my thoughts and I realised I was the only one left in the car. What an idiot. I opened the car door and stepped out, slamming it shut after me. I looked up at the building in front of us. It looked like an extremely fancy restaurant.

"Lets get inside, it's pretty cold out here," Andrew stated. Laurel and Daz wrapped each others arms around each other and Andrew and I walked behind them, not even making eye contact. Tonight was going to be a drag if it continued this way.

"Hello, and welcome to Parisido. How can I assist you?" a lady in her mid thirties smiled at us, the boys in particular, and handed us four menus.

"We have a table booked for four under the name Roin," Daz stated, holding the menus in one hand and keeping his other wrapped around Laurel's waist. I smiled at them, I mean, they were pretty cute after all.

The lady led us to a table right next to a window and pulled the chairs out for us, "Raise your table number when you're ready to order."

The four of us watched her walk away and sat in silence for a moment. I opened my menu and decided on a small bowl of chips and a Coke. I didn't want to eat a lot and look fat in this dress, especially considering Andrew won't stop checking me out. "I'll have a small bowl of chips and a Coke," I state, closing my menu.

"We're not drinking Coke tonight, Morgs," Laurel smiles at me apologetically. I raise my eyebrows at her.

"So what are we drinking?"

"Vodka," Andrew smiles, staring right at my boobs. I glare at him, which he of course doesn't notice.

"My eyes are up here, Andrew," I snap, feeling quite uncomfortable.

"Sorry," he mumbles, looking in the opposite direction awkwardly. I look at Laurel and Daz and see Daz's arm stretched across to Laurel. I quickly flick my napkin on the floor and pretend to lean down to pick it up. I look under the table and see Daz's fingers creeping along Laurel's panties. This is why I wore a long dress.

I sit back up and slump back in my chair, folding my arms over my chest. Andrew looks at me again and notices my boredom. "Maybe we should skip dinner," he says, looking at Daz.

"Dude, I paid thirty bucks to get a reservation here," Daz complains.

"Tough shit, we're leaving," Andrew says. He stands up and grabs my hand pulling me along with him.

"What the fuck?" I whisper-yell, trying to pull away from his grip.

"I'm saving you from biting those pretty nails of yours."

"I don't bite my-"

"Guys, wait up!" I turn around and see Laurel and Daz speed walking towards us, holding hands. Andrew slides his arm around my waist and the four of us start walking down the road, leaving the car in the parking lot.

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"A-Andrew, stop!" I squeal, running away from him. My feet keep sinking into the soft sand, much to my disappointment, and he manages to catch up. He wraps his arms around me from behind and squeezes me tightly.

"Ooh la la!" Laurel calls out. I look up at the little hill that leads you towards some beachfront stores and see Daz and my best friend walking down the bank, Laurel holding her high heels in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. Andrew quickly lets go of me and grabs my hand, pulling me towards them.

"What have you two bought?" I ask suspiciously, eyeing the bag Laurel was holding in her right hand.

"Vodka," Daz shrugs. He looks at Andrew and smirks, "and Everclear."

I frown at them and pull the bag out of Laurel's hand and inspect the bag. Just like Daz said, there's Vodka and Everclear. Two bottles of each. "We're not even old enough to drink yet," I state.

"And who's going to mistake you two for underage drinkers?"

"The police," I add in an obvious tone.

"Oh please," Laurel scoffs. "We look eighteen."

"I don't know guys..." I look at the alcohol again and lick my lips slightly. It does look tasty.

"Come on Morgan, loosen up for a night," Andrew smiles. I cautiously slide my hand into the shopping bag and pull out one of the Vodka bottles. I drop the bag onto the sand and unscrew the lid of the Vodka and start chugging it. It burnt my chest to an extreme amount, but I didn't care.

Fuck it all.

This is my night.