The Confessions of Andora and Kai

Andora

Confession #8: Parties were too unconventional.

They were loud, they were angry, sexual little events that were created to gather chaos.

"Can you get us some drinks?" Zoey smiled up at me as she ran a hand through Kai's hair. She didn't question the fact that we weren't talking to each other. In fact, the mere presence of both us refusing to stare at each other seemed to bring her great pleasure.

It had been a whole month since Kai and I stopped talking to each other. There was never any lingering eye contact and text messages rooted with concern. Kai strictly came over to watch Zoey's favorite show Riverdale with her and it was completely a challenge to decipher whether he told Zoey about his selfish actions. Nonetheless the conflicted part of me hoped he had broke up our friendship for a specified reason. In order to think that though I would have to be completely forgetting about the arrogance and pride he held when he wanted to prove someone wrong.

"Sure," I feigned a smile. Zoey and I had become a bit closer after Kai and I's final disagreement, but even through that I felt the overwhelming amount of disgrace by even accepting to come to the party. "Preferences?"

"Tequila and pineapple juice," Zoey called out.

"Tequila, I didn't know you--"

"Yes," She cut me off with a grin. Zoey wasn't very much a party person either, but for some reason today she wanted to show off.

"Alright then."

"I'll take a beer," Kai's eyes glazed over me.

"Ok so I guess I'm the designated driver."

I was always the designated driver. And when I did come to these parties I usually had Kai by my side to ease the anxiety that came with these things. But since we were no longer on speaking terms that was no longer the case. I knew exactly why I was here--for Zoey's disposal of course.

"I'll give you a nice big tip," Zoey laughed.

The house was big like most of the houses in the neighborhood. I had no idea whose house it even was but I could positively conclude they at least went to my school. What always astonished me though was the scale of the party that the kids at my school could throw. And how their parents could be away for a stretch of weeks without worrying about their kids often declaring trust in their sixteen year old teenager. Zoey's parents had a bit faith in us. They definitely weren't completely oblivious to what we did, but they did expect us to be responsible enough to not get into reckless situations.

After five minutes of searching I found the kitchen which was chaotic as I imagined. Cups and random drinks everywhere with people randomly picking up anything they found on the cluttered counters. I could barely squeeze in to the room, most of the kids clinging to the cupboards unreasonably choosing to sturdy themselves in the kitchen to babble about their soft hardships.

You're going to be ok.

When I was finally able to find alcohol that was actually untouched I grabbed a wine cooler from a unknown cupboard closet and a beer out the other.

"Andora!" I banged my head around the top of the wooden storage space. "Oh shit! I didn't mean to scare you."

I rubbed my head as I pulled myself out of the compartent on the floor and looked up at Aaron's smiling face. He was grinning down sleazily with a beer in his hand looking the most comfortable I'd ever seen him.

"Aaron?" I stood up in confusion. "You go to these things?"

"Takes a little edge off the accumulation of shitty and stressful strings of schoolwork. I should really be asking why you are here. This doesn't seem like your place of consolation."

"Isn't, just here for Zoey. I'm the designated driver."

"Ah!" He nodded. "Isn't that Kai's job?"

"Well Kai wants to get drunk too so," I threw my hands into a shrug.

He let my statement hang in the wild and roudy air before transforming back into his focused and emotionless usual form. Aaron enjoyed fixing things that had nothing to do with them especially if he knew they difficult to repair.

"So you guys aren't--"

"Nope, I mean it's probably better this way."

"Right," He nodded slowly.

"Aaron! Come we got the table set up lets get this going," A obonxious blonde hair kid yelled for Aaron from the dining room.

"That's my cue," Aaron chuckled. "Wanna join me? We're playing beer pong."

"I'm fine," I fiegned my second smile of the day. "I'm going to go find Zoey. But have fun."

You're going to be ok.

Aaron nodded his head and walked in the opposite direction leaving me alone in the cramped in sweaty kitchen. Once I was finally able to breathe I conviently ran into Kai who once again was standing before me omitting his high. His green eyes were darker than usual as he stared at me with uneasy tension.

"Kai," I handed him his beer immediately. "Where's Zoey?"

"Somewhere around here, she went to go talk to one of her friends," He stared down at my hands as I forgot there was wine cooler in my hand. "I can take her drink."

"Oh yeah this, I couldn't find her any tequilla so I--"

"It's fine," He abruptly cut me off. "Thanks."

He was brief and short and it kind of hurt. Most of are conversations were like this now not reaching deeper than the outcome of thanks and no problem.

"No problem," I nodded slowly noticing a red and blue spot under his left eye. "So you guys just text me when you guys are ready to go."

"Got it," He nodded back reciprocating the same heartless stare.

I nodded again with a slight smile and walked away feeling a bit weak.

Angry. Sad. Frustrated.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

You're going to be ok.

Oh fuck.

A/N Triple update hope you enjoyed this!