Underage

[42] Girl's Night Out

[42] Girl's Night Out

"Come on Thea, please."

Grace uttered the words, girls night out, early this morning with a large smile and wide eyes. It's all she's been talking about this morning. Her words ramble about clothes and shoes and where we will go. About inviting Dela and Pyro. About finally having some girl time, with no boyfriends.

Honestly, I wanted nothing to do with the entire plan. I didn't want to get dressed up and actually leave the house. I just want to get out of my clothes and into pajamas before curling up in bed and sleeping for the next twenty-four hours.

"Don't let her take me," I say to Ethan, who only rolls his eyes in response. "What happened to wanting to spend more time with me?"

"I need my Cooper time too."

I raise my eyebrows and look at Cooper. He shrugs his shoulders at me. "And I need my Ethan time. You two have taken all my time away from him."

"You poor babies," Grace says. "What are you guys going to do?"

"We'll figure something out," says Ethan.

"What are you going going to do?" Coop asks, directing his question solely at his girlfriend.

"We'll figure something out." She sends her boyfriend a reprimanding look. Obviously he hasn't been paying attention to her ramblings since we've been sitting here. Considering she hasn't spoken about anything else but her excitement for tonight.

Kyle's social media accounts for the shop have helped, mostly bringing in younger groups of people. Some just need a quiet place to read and others use it as an escape from the outside heat. Miss Annie was proud to say the least. It's only been a week and already there's such a difference in the atmosphere.

"No boys," Ethan says. "No alcohol."

"Just taking all the fun out of girl's night out aren't you?" Her voice is sarcastic. Like we would go partying without our boys with us. They wouldn't let us out of their sight all night. Not that that's a bad thing.

"I haven't even said I would go." I tell her, although I know it's pretty pointless fighting it. The boys are having their night and Grace really wants this. I wonder if I could get away with inviting Trevor.

"You are if you don't want Dela to beat your ass."

"You already told them?"

My best friend nods her head. "Pyro can't wait."

Kyle suddenly sits up from his spot lying across the tables. "You guys have a friend named Pyro?"

"That's not her real name."

"What is it then?"

Grace looks at me with her eyebrows raised and a confused look on her face. I can see the gears turning behind her eyes. She's trying to figure out if Pyro has ever mentioned it before. I think back, not remembering a single moment in which someone called her anything but Pyro.

I shake my head when Grace tilts her head, her silent way of asking me if I know. Everyone at Misfit Lane always calls her Pyro, even Miss Kannle. She used it very little, but the redhead was never called anything else.

"No idea," I say.

It bothers me for the rest of the time we sit in the coffee shop and even as Grace and I get ready. I don't know what she has planned, where we're going, or how long we're going to be out. So, I dress in a plain pair of jeans and a simple shirt, courtesy of Grace's duffel bag filled with clothes she conveniently brought with her. Grace does my makeup and picks out a gray pair of converse for me to wear and double checking to make sure I'm wearing socks.