I Did it For Love (On Hold)

Chapter One | The Party of the Summer

"Fuck him for not letting me go to the party! And you know what, fuck him for also not giving me free reign of the TV after telling me I can't go to the hottest pool party of the summer!" June exclaimed after slamming her bedroom door. America moved a few black t-shirts off of a wooden chair with chipped white paint, before sitting down and slouching over comfortably. "Like, hasn't he seen Luke Guthrie? It's a miracle he even invited me anyway, and now I just don't get to go."

America raised one of her eyebrows before leaning forward and crossing her legs.

"For the record, Luke didn't invite you."

"Yeah, well he was going to wish he did once he saw me in my new shirt," June whined while putting her, now silver, hair back into the tiniest ponytail ever.

"I wouldn't call it a shirt, honey. You might as well just go out in black nipple covers!" She lifted a black leather shirt, that was more like a goth bra, out of the pile of clothes on the ground. America waved it around like a flag. "Since when did you get so scandalous with your clothes anyway?"

"Since I started feeling comfortable with you, and you're everywhere, thus I'm comfortable everywhere," June explained while holding out her hands, signifying that America should toss the shirt over to her. America flung the shirt in her direction. "Speaking of comfortability, are you comfortable with sneaking out to this party?"

"Yep! I'm 100% comfortable with that."

"Awesome. I just have to change." June turned her back to America before taking off her grey crop top. America couldn't help but stare at the freckles that littered her friend's back. She watched as June's muscles contracted as she began to try and put on the shirt, the clips at the back causing a fair bit of trouble. That was when America decided to step in.

"Here let me help." She sighed while finally moving from her position in the comfy chair. She grabbed both sides of the leather shirts clasp and made the effort to fasten it. In the few seconds it took to clasp the shirt shut, America took the opportunity to look over June's shoulder and get a glimpse of her chest. The few seconds that followed, America tried desperately to hold onto the image but in an instant it was gone.

June sauntered over to the other side of the room to grab a large belt, which she looped through her tight, dark, high-waisted denim shorts. On her way back towards the door she stopped to gawk at herself in the vanity mirror. She gestured for America to come closer, in order to catch a glimpse of the outfit in the mirror. Once she was at arm's length, June grabbed her newest best friend by the forearm, pulling her closer. She forced her friend's arms around her waist, causing America to stiffen in shock for a split second.

America's skin burned from the contact made with June's. Her heart rate began to pick up, afraid that if she moved the wrong way, June would leave her. She clearly had a little crush forming but, admitting that would be like admitting defeat and losing the only friend she had. It just didn't seem worth it.

"Can you believe we're doing this?" June's central heterochromic blue-brown eyes, shone slightly in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun.

"What? Hugging?"

"No, gaylord. Sneaking out to a party like the asshole teens we see in all those asshole teen TV shows!"

"The more you dwell on it, the more likely it is to go wrong. Can we get out of here?" America voluntarily let go of June. She made her way to the door, looking back once she got there to see if June was following her. It turned out her scantily clad friend was writing a little note, probably addressing her father in case he happened to stumble upon her room while they weren't home. After scribbling down a last sentence, June follows after America, out of her room and down the stairs to the front door. June slipped on her four inch open-toe boots, while America put on her no-inch high-tops. They slipped out the door as quietly as they could.