A nice neighbor of Keith's is throwing a party and his mom insists he goes in favor of making new friends and living like the young and adolescent teen he is.
Keith reluctantly agrees to go, but plays it safe until a certain someone blabs about how...
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"I think you should go to that party."
"I really don't want to."
"It'll be good for you. You can make new friends and break out of that phase you're in." Keith's mom said as she dried the pan she had just washed. Keith sat at the kitchen table, doodling on his homework paper. "Maybe you'll meet a cute guy while you're there. You could get his number?~"
"No. Mom, I don't want to go to some cracked up, teen-filled high school party at a neighbor's house that I've never been to because we're. not. Friends." Keith huffed, glaring at his mom across the counter.
"That's exactly why I think you should go. You were invited, and you know what?" His mom looked at him with faked surprise. "I think you're going." She sneered at him through a fake smile. "It's part of the teenage experience, Keith. I don't like you being cooped up in this house all day. You need to learn how to loosen up and have some fun once in a while." She walked past him and whipped him lightly with a cloth.
Keith groaned and dropped his head on the table. Fantastic.
The party was tonight. He only had an hour before his mom would be shoving him out of the comforts of his home to meet a bunch of wild and irrational teens on a Friday night with no curfew. It's not like he hasn't been to one of these before, it's that he has been and it didn't quite end well.
