A party.
Great.
And it's not like I can get out of it either. My best friend Amy was told to bring a friend, so she decided to bring me. I don't hate parties, but they just aren't my scene. Normally I will just sit on a sofa somewhere by myself nursing a beer, watching everyone else have the privilege to 'bump-and-grind' on anyone they find attractive - but I suppose that I can't really do anything about the fact that I'm gay, and I'm as sure as hell that a straight guy wouldn't want me to grab him and start to bump-my-junk on his, I just have to sit back. I don't have much of a problem with it to be fair, it's nice to see Amy having fun with her friends other than myself, it gives her a bit of a boost I guess.
I have about 20 minuets until Amy comes to pick me up, so I need to find something clean to wear. I reluctantly get up and make my way over to my twin door wardrobe. I look through my wide array of band shirts and hoodies, sighing at my lack of variety, and select a white Of Mice & Men Tee, a black leather jacket, a purple hoodie to go underneath that, and a pair of black jeans. I don't bother with a second shower and my hair looks alright, so I decide to just style it. I turn on the hair straightners and sprtiz my hair with heat protectant before turning on my docking station. Music blasted through my room as I got into a more positive mood.
The 'bleeping' of my GHD's brought my bad dancing to a halt and I began to flatten my fringe. My hair is choppy at the back so I can run some gel through it and tease it a little, and my fringe is almost a typical emo-teen fringe, kind of similar to the haircut that Anthony guy from Smosh has but more layered. With my fringe now done I strip down to change my boxers and put on my clean clothes.
I hear a car horn make it's self known outside my window, and it could me none other than Amy. I put on some black and white converse, grabbed my wallet and my phone, then made my way downstairs.
"Mum, Dad, I'm off now. I will message you if I'm staying the night" I yelled out.
"Okay sweetie, stay safe. I love you!" My Mum replied.
"Love you too!"
I stepped outside into the cold, thanked myself for the two jackets, and hopped into Amy's car.
"Hey sweetie, you alright?" Amy greeted, kissing my on the cheek.
"Yeah! Ready for some drink and boys?" I joked, wiggling my eyebrows.
"For sure! I'm sure you're going to turn some heads tonight, you look hot!" I began to blush.
"Well thank you, you're not too bad yourself" I responded, earning a punch to the arm. Amy started the car and we made our way to the party.
