The Makeover

Chapter Twelve - You can count on me like 1 2 3, i'll be there

I knew they said Dylan's party was the best party ever. I didn't know they meant craziest also.

When we arrived I saw a guy running around naked, and a girl peeing in the bush. The wonders of alcohol. There are two motives for drinking alcohol; one, you can drink away your pain; the other, you can do crazy shit without your conscience telling you that it's a bad idea.

We lost Alison for a moment as soon as we got inside. Dylan found us and stole her away. Harry got two cups, and handed me one. I looked around me, and saw what I witnessed last week. Couples making out, people dry humping each other, and laughing.

Dylan had a live band playing at the party. The were pretty good, until the lead sing ran out the room to puke. I guess she had a little too much to drink. The music stopped and everyone began to talk amongst each other. Harry and I went to the band, and they look quite upset, and so did Dylan.

"What the hell am I suppose to do now." He said angrily.

"Can't anyone in this room sing?" The drummer of the band asked.

"Ariana can." Alison smiled. I never sang in front of a crowd before.

"Will you do it Ariana?" Dylan asked hopefully. "Please."

I sighed. "Okay." Well that was pretty impulsive of you Ariana.

"Thank you so much." He hugged me.

"Dylan," I said out of breath. "I can't breathe."

"Oh, sorry." He apologized.

"Do you guys know, American girl by Bonnie Mckee?" I asked the guys from the band. They nodded, and I took the microphone from Alison who smiled broadly at me. I walked to the middle of the band, and waited.

The bass guitar started off the song.

(A/N This song is American Girl by Bonnie Mckee. I do not own the lyrics or the song.)

"I fell in love in a 7/11 parking lot sat on the curb drinking slurpees we mixed with alcohol

We talked about all our dreams and how we would show 'em all (whoa oh oh oh)" I sang into the mic look down.

"I told him I got a plan and I'm gonna dominate and I don't need any man to be getting in my way"

"But if you talk with your hands then we can negotiate (whoa oh oh oh)" I sang looking up. Everyone was staring at me in wide eyes. I smirked. That's right I smirked.

"I'll just keep moving my body (yeah,yeah) I'm always ready to party (yeah,yeah)" I sang as I swayed my hips to the beat. "No I don't listen to mommy (yeah,yeah) and I'll never say that I'm sorry." I smiled as I saw everyone starting to dance to the song. That surely boosted my confidence as I belted out the lyrics to the song.

I am American girl

Hot blooded and I'm ready to go

I'm loving taking over the world

Hot blooded, all American girl (Whoa oh oh oh )

I was raised by a television

Every day is a competition

Put the key in my ignition (Oh-way-oh)

I wanna see all the stars and everything in between

I wanna buy a new heart out of a vending machine

'Cause It's a free country so baby we can do anything (Whoa oh oh)