Daughter of Kellin Quinn

Whiskey Hands

*Copeland's POV*

I spent the next couple hours planning out how I wanted my day to go. I made a list and I'm bringing it with me to the party. I will check them off as I go, or at least, if I remember to.

-pick outfit

-do hair

-do makeup

-extras???

-get dropped off

-help Bryan decorate

-talk w/ him?

-have fun at party (try not to drink too much)

-go home happy(:

It was now five pm. I had two hours before I left the house. I pulled out my list; pick out outfit. That took about a half hour of my time. Shit. Not good. I checked it off. I pulled from my closet a plain pink top with black skinnies and my pink Vans. I also grabbed my black leather jacket just in case it would get cold at night. It's blazing hot during the day and I don't like the feeling of wearing shorts too often because I hate my legs. I'm pretty tall. I'm just like Andy Biersack. I have giselle legs. Speaking of him, I met him and he's pretty cool. Kind of a douche, but cool. He also has the prettiest eyes, if I may bring it up. They're so blue, no joke!

Anywho, back to my plan!

For my hair, all I did was straighten it. It didn't need to be fancy and all. Check. I applied my makeup and accessories. Check.

It was now 6:50 pm. I was so ready for this party and I looked amazing, I wasn't gonna lie. I went downstairs, shoving Bryan's address and my list in the pocket of my jacket.

"Ooooooh," Jesse pointed at the sight of me, saying "ooooh" in his high-pitched voice.

My dad turned around and went wide eyed. "Wow Copeland, you look beautiful, baby," he said flashing me a smile.

"Thanks, dad." I looked down at my outfit, making sure there were no stains because Jesse, being the weirdo that he is, kept staring down at me. It was kind of creeping me out. I looked at Jesse. "Umm...Jesse?"

He shot his head up. "Yeah?"

I spun my finger around in a circular motion towards my face. "I...I'm up..here."

"Oh yeah, I knew that."

Yeah, I'm sure ya did. "Well I'm ready to go."

"Yeah, about that," my dad paused for a brief second. "I don't think I can take you. I, too, have plans with the band later."

You have got to be kidding me! "So what does that mean? I can't go?"

"No, it just means that you have to find a ride."

"I can get Mike to take me? He won't mind." As long as he doesn't try to come down with me and ask for a drink, it's all good.

"Alright, have fun, baby. Don't come home too late! I'm warning you."

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"So there's going to be douche bags, drinking, chicks, chicks in bikinis, smoking, chicks, loud music, chicks-"

"Yes, Michael Christopher! There will be chicks!" I shouted as he turned into Sebring Court. "So you can't say anything to my dad because I told him that it's a senior's party for only girls. That's why he's letting me go. If he knew that there are going to be boys, he'd kill me."

"I won't breath a word."

"Don't even breath," I mumbled under my breath.

"I fucking heard you, ya know," he spat out.