StarFall (Completed)

Ch. 1 (part 2)

All the way home, I swooned and pranced about. Caught up in the blinding effect that was Bobby Ferrari.

I perched myself in my room, and stared at the vanity mirror. Makeup laid out, clothes thrown all over the bed.

"Why did I say yes?" I groaned, arms crossed and my forehead pushed against them. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." I bumped my head into my arms.

It was my first high-school party. I had no idea what to wear, or how to do my makeup for a party. And it's not like I could say "Hey, Mom, I need help getting ready for this party I'm sneaking out to tonight" Because that kind of honesty always goes over tremendously.

I scrolled through videos and how-to's online. This wasn't the stone age of the nineties, the internet was a thing. I was a swipe away from learning how to ace this whole "young and rebellious" stage.

I sprawled out on the bed and watched video after video, taking notes. Soon I felt I had acquired enough to start experimenting. Traipsing back over to the vanity, I readied myself. The parents had to work late, so I could get ready in peace.

A little eye shadow here, some lipstick there, a bit of blush, and perfect. I officially looked like a clown. I moaned and grabbed a tissue and wiped away the colorful mess painted across my face.

I decided to just wear a bit of lipstick and blush, and focus on the outfit. Bobby had invited me, so maybe he liked the way I looked. The thought made me smile uncontrollably.

Outfit after outfit was tried on. The first showed too much cleavage, the second didn't show enough. Another made me look miniature, while another added about twenty pounds to my frame.

Why did this have to be so difficult?

I rummaged through the closet, tossing shoes and skirts about. Then, it was found. I stopped my rampage and retreated. Grasped firmly in hand was the outfit.

Black, slimming, a dash of golden flecks shimmering throughout the design. This dress would turn heads, without sending the wrong message. This dress would get Bobby's attention. This dress, for one night only, would make me a star.

I flaunted in front of the full-length mirror. "What? This old thing?" I giggled, and batted my eyelashes. "Oh Bobby, you're so funny," I said, in my best Madison voice.

I posed and sauntered about the room, before dropping back onto the bed and laughing.

It couldn't be held back any longer. My legs lifted into the air and were kicked about as I squealed. "I'm going to Bobby Ferrari's party!" I felt like I'd been waiting all of my high-school life for this moment. There was just one thing standing in my way: The Parents.

I saw the light of my parents car roll up the driveway before blinking out. I threw the covers over my body and laid perfectly still. The bedroom door creaked open and the soft murmurs of my mother could be heard, before the door was once more closed.

Late nights meant passing out in bed with a book in hand, for mom, and either snoring right next to her or conked out on the couch, for dad.

I waited with strong conviction. I would make it to this party. Vehemently I stared at the phone, watching the minutes pile up. It was already 8:30, so only fifteen minutes more, at least. Then I'd sneak out the window, and make my way off into the night.

The seconds turned to minutes, which dragged on. My eyelids were heavy, and the more I fought to keep them open the heavier they grew. Soon I drifted off to sleep. The time was 8:39.

Like a hurried whirlwind I sat up, tossing off the covers and grabbing for the phone. 9:26. How had I fallen asleep? I was failing at this whole "rebellious teen" stage. I jumped out of bed as silent and swift as I could and searched about in the dark for my shoes.

Shoes grabbed off the messy floor of the closet, I stole my way to the window. Careful as I lifted it open, listening for any signs of woken parents.

One leg out and over, then the next. Home-free!

My feet met the ground, and I slipped the shoes on. Only a twenty minute walk--or run--to Bobby's. This would be the first night of the all new Adeline.

The music blared as I neared Bobby's house. It was beautiful. Two stories, three car garage, one of the biggest houses in town. I guess this is what boss money got you. His dad was CEO of some company after all.

Call it nerves, or call it being a wuss, it had been ten minutes since I arrived and I was still creeping around outside, like a stalker. Except this stalker was invited.

"Get a grip, Adeline. They're just high-school kids, you're a high-school kid. See that, something in common already." I rambled on to myself.

A group of drunken boys tripped over themselves as they passed me. "How much...for the sparkles." One of them slurred, pointing to my dress as the friend holding him up winked at me and burped.

"Okay. Maybe not so much in common."

This was it. Behind those doors was my future. This night would change everything. And I'd be on my way to being Mrs. Bobby Ferrari--no, sorry. Getting carried away.

With my head up and held high, I climbed the front stairs. Each step up those stairs was the distance closing in between Bobby and I. Face to face with the large white door, I took a deep breath and opened it. Here goes everything.

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