Days went by that we're surprisingly normal, or should I say indifferent than what's already going on.
Thanksgiving break starts tomorrow and the party was being held tonight.
It was all I could think about throughout the evening, where both Mateo and I declined helping one another with homework today for the sake of the party...Work wouldn't be due until after break anyway.
While I began second guessing about going to the party, Sam was excited. She spent most of the evening going through her entire closet.
She spent no time doing homework either. She's been looking forward for this moment.
Our first college party as freshmen.
What also sparked curiosity was that it wasn't like parties where your parents could come and embarrass you.
Teachers love Desiree, they wouldn't do anything to stop it. On top of that, since everyone's families were in other states, tonight was the night to do everything their families most likely raised them up to not do at this age...
"Which one?" Sam questioned, her long curly dark hair was now straight, and it reached by the beginning of her thighs.
There were times where I would become envious of her hair. Not wishing for her hair type, but for it to be easier to go through on wash day. I accepted my hair and it's difference from most of the people at this school, but I sometimes wished it was as easy to untangle, and wash like Sam's.
"Which one?" She urged again, waving around the,. . . Shirts?
"These are pieces of cloth! Literally." I objected, shaking my head. The shirts were nothing but tube tops. No straps, and short.
"Only once. This is the time to let loose break." She persuaded. "I need to have fun. And plus, I would wear a shirt over them. A mesh see through shirt...ya' know what I'm talking about right?"
I nodded once the shirt came to mind. It's not that bad. "Fine."
Yea....Samantha isn't simple at all.
She's highly intelligent, and has an inner wild side that she expresses only when the time is right.
"What are you gonna' wear?" She chirped.
"This." I shrugged, motioning to my fleece cardigan and jeans.
I didn't know much about parties, I've never been to one either. If my mother was here right now, you wouldn't even see me walking by the dorm room where the party would be held.
I would just be staying in my dorm all night.
Well, it's what I actually want to do now...
Sam hesitated before coming up with words. "A-Are you sure?"
"I guess. I'll just not go--"
"You're going. You cannot miss this." She said sternly, stiffly waving her finger.
She then dashed toward my closet, and I watched her manage to reach and go through my clothes.
Once I heard her sigh I tensed up.
I felt kind of embarrassed for not even having the appropriate clothes for going out. . .
"Since I'm shorter," She began, going into her thoughts. My full attention was son her at this point.
"How about you borrow a shirt, and wear one of your jeans?" She smiled. Before I could answer she left into her room.
I stared down at my phone, realizing that I had a missed call from my mother. She left a voicemail.
