Stacy's Party Is For Lovers: an emo love story

Stacy's Party

Tonight was the night. My best friend, Stacy, is throwing a party. Not just any party, though. Tonight is also prom, but prom is for the preppy kids. The annoying, popular, inconsiderate preppy kids that consistently make our lives hell. There was no way in hell me or any of my friends would set foot in that garbage dump they call a prom, so Stacy's solution was to have a massive party including our whole friend group. That way, we wouldn't have to suffer through a night of trendy pop music and cliché slow dances.

  I was currently getting ready in my bathroom. I had just finished drawing on my thick, black eyeliner, and was about to move onto teasing my hair. I couldn't stop thinking about tonight. My friend Ty was coming, who I had the HUGEST crush on ever since I met him. I had hung out with him a million times, but nothing ever happened. I was too shy to tell him how I felt.

  Finally done with making my hair as huge and poofy as possible, I was ready to head out the door in my Blood on the Dance Floor shirt, purple striped cardigan, black skinny jeans and black converse. I slid on my favorite Asking Alexandria bracelet, and began to walk to Stacy's.

  I knocked on Stacy's door. "HEY GURL!!!" Stacy exclaimed when she opened the door. She was wearing a Black Veil Brides shirt with purple skinny jeans and her knee high black converse, her wrists covered in an abundance of bracelets. Her long brown hair was teased and her bangs were pinned to the side with a bobby pin, showing off her big brown eyes. I had to admit, she looked damn good. It was about an hour before the party was supposed to start, I went early to help her set up. "So.. everyone's gonna be here in an hour?" I asked. "That's the plan! Although I'm sure most people will be fashionably late." Stacy replied. I was excited, a huge party with all my friends, avoiding the gross, overpriced prep fest known as prom, and I got to see Ty. I couldn't stop thinking about Ty, could I ever though? The way his long, jet black hair swept over his eyes, the perfect amount of eyeliner he applied, his cute smile, his septum piercing that made his already cute nose 10x cuter. I imagined what it felt like to kiss his soft, pink lips... "Jenny! Hellooooo! Jenny?" Stacy was snapping her fingers in front of my face. I shook my head, remembering where I was. "Oh, um, sorry." I said, flustered. "Were you thinking about Ty again?" Stacy said, smirking. "Shut up, no." I rolled my eyes. "Yes you were!!! I can tell when you're lying, Y/N," she said. "I don't get why you don't tell him how you feel. Nothings ever going to happen if you don't grow the balls to talk about it!" I shrugged. It wasn't that easy. Ty was light years out of my league, he could get any girl he wanted, so why would he want me? "He doesn't like me back, I know he doesn't. And he probably never will. So just give it a rest, I'll lose feelings eventually." I said solemnly. Truth is, I HOPED I'd lose feelings for Ty eventually. It had been 2 years and my feelings for him hadn't died down, if anything, they grew stronger. Regardless, there was no way I was going to tell him how I feel. Stacy rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Jenny. Guess you'll keep living a dickless life," she teased. "Now help me put out cups."