Story of a Teenage Nothing

Alors On Danse

Lan's car rolled to a stop in front of Laura' Dean's house. It was large and spacious, like I was expecting. We all peered out at the white house with its red shutters. The house was teeming with people from what i could see through the house's windows. I sat back nervously in my seat and Dan turned to look at me.

"Okay. This is it girl. How you feeling?" she questioned me.

"Um...pretty terrified. Like, I'm not used to these kinda things. I doubt I know anyone there." I whined biting my lip.

"Excuse me!" Lan eyed me from the rear-view mirror. "Who was the one determined to come here just a lil while ago? We did not spend all day preparing for this, to turn back now!"

Both Dan and I looked at Lan wide-eyed. Lan usually always keeps her cool.

"I hate to admit it, but Miss. America here is right." Dan said inclining her head towards Lan.

"I guess you guys are right...I mean I'm already here. It might be fun...and if it isn't at least I get to see Steven." 

"That's the ticket! Now get in there and remember to watch your drink!" Danielle grinned. 

I gave her a hi-five, and Lan a smooch on the cheek before leaving the car. I walked a few steps on shaky legs before turning back to see Lan and Dan giving me the thumbs up. I laughed and made my way, a with a bit more pep in my step towards the door. As I neared the entry the faint music became louder. My heart raced, and thumped faster than the beat. I paused and gave myself a once over, giving myself time to gather some courage. Everything was in place. I was wearing a tight fitted ruched burgundy strapless top with a sweetheart neckline. It made my "curves" show according to Lan, and it was for that reason exactly that i never wore it. It was one of my more impulsive buys I daresay. I was also adorned in dark wash skinny jeans. To top it all off, I sported black flats, a matching clutch, (I can't wear heels for shit :p) and peacock feather dangle earrings. With my makeup done by Lan herself, and my hair cared for by Dan, I felt more than ready to face the music. 

I doubted my knocking would be heard and I guessed the door would be open. My assumptions were correct and I finally made my way into Laura's. The first things I was greeted to were sweaty bodies grinding against one another. As I shut the door I grimaced at the blaring music. Voices added to the tumult. It made my teeth chatter and I was sure that I would lose a lil part of my hearing by tonight. I hung back by the door, still uneasy, and wanting to survey what I had gotten myself into. There were a lot of people here- more than I think this abode could handle. Someone was standing in every square inch the house had to offer. I saw familiar faces, and a bunch of unfamiliar ones too. Nearly everyone though was holding those tell-tale red plastic cups. I rolled my eyes. Danielle wouldn't have to worry about me drinking anything cause I highly doubted that this party had apple juice. I began to make my way through the crowd of teenagers sucking face.

I was looking for Steven. I was surprised that he hadn't been waiting just outside the door for me. He hadn't texted me since earlier either. But in all this hubbub it's easy to get distracted I guessed.The house was large and every room I searched in was teeming with people. The dim multi-colored lighting didn't help me pick out a face either. I avoided groping hands and leering eyes as I continued my search. I was getting frustrated though. I had been at this for nearly ten minutes, and if I was shoved by one more drunken slut I was gonna go ballistic. I paused and noticed that there was an outdoor patio and decided to take a looksie. The cool air was a welcome and it was definitely calmer outside. There were a couple of people mingling about, and canoodling. There was no sign of Steven however and I was about to give up till I saw glimmer of mocha skin. I headed in that direction and as I got closer realized that it was indeed he. Steven was lounging on a bench with his arms around some provocatively dressed girl. With a beer in hand he was taking a swig while a couple of other guys chatted to him. I hesitated for a bit unsure of what was going on here, but decided that it was just some friendly conversation. I slowed my pace till I was standing a little ways away from him. One of his pals, someone I couldn't quite put a name to, nudged him. "Kim?" Steven said startled as he sprang up.