Crash My Party

Seven || Fancy? Me?

      »FANCY? ME? | 

"We have to be on our best behavior, we have to dress up nice..." My frown grew deeper as I read each sentence. With an agitated sigh, I threw the letter down on the table. "I don't really give a damn!" I huffed. "I don't get it." I looked over at Jessica.

She and I were both cleaning up Jake's house, well, we were supposed to be. I, on the other hand, was busy reading his mail. 

"What don't you get?" Jessica asked turning around. When she saw Jake's mail in my hands she sucked her teeth and placed a hand on her hip. "Really?" She exclaimed gesturing at me. "I turn my back for 3 seconds and you're searching through Jake's mail?" 

I pouted when she snatched the mail from my fingers. "Oh, come on Jessica, it's not like he's complaining, he ain't here!" I pointed out. "He probably doesn't even know that we're cleaning his house, and I was saying that I don't get this" I plucked the letter with the golden floral designs on it from Jessica's hands. I honestly couldn't believe that anyone would think that Jake would actually want to get dressed up and go to some fancy party. Only to hear people ramble on about flowers, dresses and just how much money they can spend on something.

Jessica snatched the letter back and quickly scanned it over. "They think that Jake of all people can actually dress up and go to one of those parties?" She questioned, looking up at me. "Maybe they're just tricking him, like what those people do."

I shrugged. "Jake isn't someone that gets tricked, you know." I said walking into the kitchen. I scrunched up my nose as I looked around. I mean, honestly, how can he live in this pigsty? I groaned and leaned against the refrigerator as Jessica walked in. "Do you think we could just grab everything and like, throw it outside or downstairs in the basement maybe?" I questioned, eyeing the sink full of dishes. I wasn't exactly up for cleaning today. 

Jessica sighed and leaned back next to me. "I wish, Jake would just put everything right back where it was." Then she nudged me. "Did you know that the living room walls were white?"

I laughed and shook my head. I could've sworn they were brown. I wasn't sure where Jake was, but he was probably going to be out for a long time. "Jake doesn't exactly seem to understand the definition of 'clean'." I laughed. 

After Jessica and I finally cleaned up Jake's house, I headed back to the shop. I was off today, but I just wanted to check up on it. To my surprise, Luke's truck was in the parking lot.

He's literally everywhere. 

I groaned as I walked into the shop, seeing Luke and Jake both talking near the back. They both paused when they saw me walk in. Jake gave me a confused half smile. "What are you doing here?" he asked. 

"Why can't I be?" I questioned walking toward them. I smiled at Luke and then smiled at Jake.

"No reason, just wonderin' why." He shrugged. "Can't stay away from work or something?" He asked.

I nodded and smiled. I was actually a bit of a workaholic, I couldn't stand being away from work longer than a day. I loved it, I loved being busy. Bad habit, I guess.

"You know me." I inched my way closer to Luke until I was standing next to him, which he responded with a warm smile. 

"Sadly I do," Suddenly, Jake's eyes lit up. "How about instead of wasting your time looking for something to do you can just come to a party!" he grinned at me.  "You'll have fun, you can drink, dance, but you have to dress up!" 

The grin I was beginning to develop disappeared as soon as the words "dress up" came out of his mouth. I rolled my eyes and breathed out an annoyed sigh. I knew that I was going to have to wear a bright colored dress with flowers on it or something. I felt sick just thinking about it. There is no way in heck that I'm going.

"Luke and I are both going." 

I widened my eyes and glanced at Luke. Ok, so, maybe going to the party isn't such a bad idea. I'm sure it wouldn't absolutely kill me to wear a stupid dress. "I'll think about it," I answered finally. "But you know that Niki isn't a fan of parties." I reminded him. Again, I wasn't entirely sure if I was really up for a party, but it would be better than running around the house looking for something to do. 

"If you want, Jake and I can drive you two there." Luke offered, smiling as always.

"That would be nice, but I have to talk it over with her first." I said. Then I lightly punched Jake's arm. "You ask Jessica if she wants to go, too." I suggested. "She might want to come!"

"Fine, I'll invite her to come as well," Jake agreed. "But you and Niki better be there! It wouldn't be a party without either of you!" he said. 

"Yeah I know." I said, while shrugging. Luke laughed and I beamed. "I'll just see you guys later then." I waved and turned towards the exit. Luke quickly caught up to me and pulled open the door, flashing me that dazzling smile. "Uhh...thank you." I said, feeling incredibly awkward. He nodded and followed me outside, his hands shoved in his pockets. 

When we stood in front of my truck, I looked up at him, unsure of what to say. Should I bring up what happened at the lake? Does he think it meant something? "I..." Luke crinkled his eyebrows, waiting for me to continue. After a while, I just shook my head and cleared my throat. "I'll see you at that party Luke," I said. "I might just save you a dance!" I winked at him as I got inside my truck.

Luke gave me a knowing smirk, as if he knew I didn't say what I wanted to. Then he chuckled and waved. "I'll see you later, Brook." He bidded goodbye as he turned and entered the shop. 

I cursed and hit the steering wheel. "I'll save you a dance"? Who says that? I have no idea why I would say something so cheesy like that, but I haven't been myself ever since I met him. I didn't even know him that well, and yet here I was falling--and falling hard--for him. I hit the steering wheel again and started the truck.

I just wish that I could get him out of my head, but it was like he was branded into my brain. It was the way he smiled, the way he looked at me that kept me so attached. I can never find the right words to say whenever I'm around him and I can't even seem to think straight. I'm never in the right state of mind around him.

But then again, am I ever?