Sisters before misters... Or so I thought (On hold)

Chapter 1: sisters and boyfriends mix like coke and mentos

Chapter 1: sisters and boyfriends mix like coke and mentos

"Ugh!" I yell, throwing a bundle of clothing on my once clean bedroom floor. I have nothing to wear! I have gone through every article of clothing my wardrobe possesses and still, no luck. I take a big step back, and look at the mess I have created. I sit myself on the edge of my bed as I stare into the back of my wardrobe. That's it! I jump off my bed and rush to the back of my wardrobe, bringing out a cardboard box labelled 'Teddies'. I know what you're thinking, stuffed bears aren't exactly the best things to wear, and you're right. The box actually contains clothes. Things my step-dad Andrew, would NEVER approve of. Andrew isn't very nice to me or my sister, but he keeps my mum happy so I tolerate him. The biggest thing I hate about him, is how controlling he is. Thats why I keep these clothes hidden in a box, because they are clothes I am not allowed to wear. For example, I am not allowed to own, let alone wear; skinny jeans, shirts without sleeves, skirts, dresses, heels, leather or studs. Pretty much anything you'd find in a store aimed at teenage girls. I toss the bears out of the top of the box and admire my stash. Picking through my limited supply, I settle on a pair of black distressed skinny jeans, a white cropped cami and my converse shoes. I toss my leather jacket over my shoulder and check myself in the mirror. Not too shabby Lia. My chocolate brown locks cascade down my shoulders to my elbows. My makeup, a smokey bronze eye with clear lipgloss, and my signature smile. I'm ready. I head towards my screen door and enter onto the patio. Avoiding the loose planks, I sneak down the garden path to the nature strip. A  loud buzzing sound comes my pocket, so much for being sneaky.

ASHA: GURLL GET OVR HEARRRR

ME: drunk already girl? SRSLY?

ASHA: NNO I ONE HAD PORMIISS

Rolling my eyes, I put my phone in my back pocket, not bothering to reply. Damon's red ute comes around the corner pulling up next to me. I jump in the tray, and we head to the house party. Drunken teenagers, here I come. As Damon pulls up outside a trashed house, I feel the nerves get to me. I'm not a huge party girl but we all do things we don't like for our friends right? Slowly I make my way up the path to the front door, digesting the scene laid in front of me. Drunken teens passed out on the grass, music blasting from the house, and litter of every kind, scattered like leaves. My condolences to the host.  My friend Asha stumbles towards me with a red solo cup in her hand. I stare at her lack of decency, knowing those clothes will either be lost, ditched, or ruined by tomorrow.

"What happened to you?" I ask curiously, staring her up and down.

"Nothin' why?" She asked looking down at herself confused.

"You're not wearing much. I thought you might have been ambushed," I smirk.

"Rude." She says with a straight face then breaks into a drunk giggle.

"Alright. I'm going to find Tyson." I make my way into the 'house of horrors' and look for my boyfriend. I wander through the house, down the hallway, past the makeshift bar, into the backyard, and, nothing. I walk back into the living room scanning for his black locks amongst the crowd, still nothing. My eyes catch Damon and I head towards him.

"Have you seen Ty?" I yell over the speakers of some techno music playing. Damon furrows his eyebrows scanning the room, and then looks back down to me.

"I thought he was with you," he yelled back, confused. I shake my head and Damon's eyes go wide with realisation. He grabs me by the shoulders and directs me towards the front door. "I think you should go home Lia," he says, directing me back to the front porch. I plant my feet firmly on the ground and turn to face Damon with a challenging look. He swallows, as his eyes dart around the room.