How to Breathe

7. in

Friday night, after Sarah left was as quiet as it usually was. My parent like always were gone on a business trip, not finding it necessary to tell me where and when they are coming back. Which is fine, I always found comfort in them trusting me. 

However, I'm not currently finding comfort in the feeling of my scalp being taken off my head. "Ya know that hurts, right?" I whine, gripping my head as Sarah makes one more pass through my hair. 

"It wouldn't hurt so much if you'd stop moving." She remarks as she looks at my freshly combed hair. "Now, what am I gonna do now?"

"Nothing!" I exclaim. "Why can't I just wear my hair up?" I ask, hating the heat my hair is creating on my neck. 

"Because you should look nice, and you do so with your hair down."

"So you're saying that I look ugly everyday with my hair up?" I ask, turning around in my chair so she could see my pout. 

"No you dumbo, you look amazing almost everyday." She remarks. Sarah picks up her phone and says, "Seth is here. I'm going to let him in while you get changed." 

Earlier we picked out an arrangement of clothing for us to wear. We are almost the same size and she always keeps clothes in my closet. Her outfits were usually tighter and shorter while mine kept me warm. Sarah decided to wear a very sparkly dress that would turn into a shirt if she stretches. She paired it with over the knee boots and fishnet tights. 

I, on the other hand, chose a long sleeve, lose fitting black shirt with light wash, barely ripped jeans. I'm forced to wear three inch booties and the fear of falling is evident. I can trip over air on a good or bad day. 

I pull the clothing over my body and glance at myself in the mirror. As normal as I look, I feel out of place with so much makeup on and my hair down. Heat rises to my face when I hear Seth screaming. 

"OH MY GOODNESS, YOU MADE HER LOOK LIKE A FEMALE!!" He squeaks out. "Our baby is growing up." Sarah joins Seth's side and they both pretend to wipe tears from their eyes. 

"Oh calm down!" I say, slapping Seth on the shoulder. "I much rather be in bed watching Netflix. But I'm forced to go." I remind them, grabbing my small black purse that I got last year for Christmas. I grab pepper spray, cherry flavored chap stick, keys and my phone. "Do you really think the pepper spray is necessary?" Sarah asks. 

"You never know when a creep will come by and try some crazy crap on you." 

We head down stairs after I make sure all the lights our off and the windows are shut and locked. Seth and Sarah are waiting at the door by the time I'm done checking everything out. 

"Who's party's is this anyway?" I ask, realizing I never thought about the place we are about to go. "I am the designated driver and it would be helpful to know where we are going." I remind my alcohol loving friends. 

"We know." They both say at the same time. "It's on the west side of town. I'll put it into google maps." Sarah say, pulling out her phone and typing away. 

"So you don't even know who's party it is?" I unlocked the car and got in, turning on the car and putting the heat on blast. 

"No I do, I just don't want to tell you." Sarah smirks. 

"Are we about to go to a serial murders house for fun?" I say, fearful of the growing smirks on my friends face. 

"No of course not, it's just a surprise." Seth says, leaning back in the back seat, a slight smirk still on his face. 

The drive was a twenty minute one, full of turns onto streets I didn't know existed. The Google Maps voice slowly growing annoying with its insistent directive voice, I beg mentally for us to reach our destination.