Have you ever felt so happy and giddy that you just want to sing involuntarily about what your life is finally turning out to be? Just like how Disney princesses do in movies. Mike and I have been very close lately and we've been getting to know each other mor, the thought of him just makes me smile. I feel so comfortable around him that I feel like I can tell him everything that comes through my mind without worrying about him judging me. We've been hanging out a lot, at the coffee shop, the park, the mall, and the library. Mike called even me last night and asked me to be his date at their Artists' Ball tonight. Of course I said yes. How could I turn down an offer to be a hottie's date at a cool party? I never get to go to parties like normal people do. The last party I went to is our high school prom, with my cousin as my date. Is prom even considered as a party?
It's been a while since I last wore make up and high heels. In other words, it's been a while since I last dress like a girl. I decided to wear my black dress that I never get to actually wear because I feel that it's too skimpy for the usual events that I get to go: meetings, church services, old geezers' birthdays, seminars, and other snooze fests.
I see Mike park his car at the front of our house from my window. I feel like frolicking down the stairs to a wonderful evening, avoiding my mother's overreaction towards my different girly look. Then I see Mike waiting for me, beside my dramatic mother who is still reminding me how handsome Mike is and how I shouldn't screw this up. I just rolled my eyes at her and just laid them on my date. He looks dashing with his grey coat over his white polo. His brown hair styled into a different but classy look. God, he looks so hot.
"You look beautiful, Joney. Shall we go?" He compliments me with a smile. I literally died inside, ignoring my giggling mother who is probably happy for finally having a daughter who has a face worth noticing by males.
"Have fun, you two!" She yelled out to us as we went outside.
We went inside Mike's car and then we were on our way towards the venue. We went inside the place as soon as we arrived. The hall where the party is held was decorated creatively, with a painted mural on the stage and avant-garde sculptures situated at the sides. Well, what do you expect from a bunch of artists?
"Wait here. I'll get us some drinks." He tells me and I nod as I look around the place. Here, I see people on the dance floor, dancing wildly to the beat of a David Guetta's song. There are others sitting at their tables, talking and drinking beer; and some, making out at the corner of the hall. When I heard that I was going to an Artists' ball, I thought I'd be going to a formal party, not a teenage house party. I just love how these artists are so carefree.
"Hey there." A boy, with the messy brown hair, greets once he approached me. He wore a dirty white polo with his sleeves brought up to his elbows, and some of his buttons were unbuttoned, revealing a bit of his chest. He is carrying a bottle of beer with his left hand and he reeks with alcohol. I can tell he's already drunk but other than that, he looks very handsome.
"Hi." I reply with a tone that tells anyone that I'm not interested. He smirks at me, eyeing me from my face down to my legs. He then took his bottle and gulps down beer but his hazel brown eyes still lays on me as he does. I feel very uncomfortable around him.
"Let me guess. You're a sculptor, right darling?" He asks after drowning himself with alcohol.
"No. Why?" I respond.
"The way your ass was sculpted is... so fine." He slurs and nods with a smirk.
You fucking perverted freak. My jaw literally drops as I move to the side to stop him from looking at my butt; I don't even know how to respond to that. Finally, I see Mike coming, carrying two cups with his two hands. Thank God, he's here!
