Saving a School (boyxboy)

We Haven't Changed 2

Daniel POV

Kim's house wasn't really a house. Not by my standards. It was bordering on being a mansion, with three floors, a giant pool and patio. It was rich and gorgeous and already filled with people. There were three thousand kids in our school and I think a quarter of them were here now.

The street was littered with cars, but we still drove up to the house. There was a kid, probably freshman year, standing in the driveway and directing arriving cars. He had an acne filled face, a big smile and a valets vest. Once he saw the Jag, he stepped aside and pointed to a spot on the driveway which was left for us. It was our welcome party after all.

A lot of people were welcoming us, screaming our names when we arrived. Made me feel kinda special even. They didn't even mind when we laced our fingers together as soon as we were out of the car. The line on the front lawn parted.

There was a bouncer at the door. I'm pretty sure he was a professional, as he was at least a decade older, looked mean and had a walky-talky on his hip.

"Names?" he asked, looking down at a clipboard. He didn't seem to like us cutting the line, but since the kids didn't complain neither did he. Damn, Kim was really going all out.

"Dan and Ash," I told him.

"Full names."

"Oh, sorry. Daniel Morris and Ashton White."

He checked his list, said something into the walky-talky, but didn't open the door.

"Are you shitting us?" Ash asked, looking shocked. "Is Kim shitting us?"

The man didn't talk, and after a minute or two, when Ash was really starting to get angry, the music that was making the windows rattle stopped and Kim answered the door.

"Guys, you're here!" she was slightly wasted, but smiling widely at the sight of us. "God, you look good! And not sharing, this girl is gonna cry!"

Kim ushered us in and the crowd whooped. Seems we had to wait by the door for some formal introduction. Kim tried to say a few heartfelt words, but the DJ already sounded a track ten times more upbeat than the last and screamed "Let's get this party started!" into the mic, making people chant along. Kim gave up with a smile, dragging us toward the dancefloor.

When I say me and Ash have been to some wild house parties, I mean it. But the poor folks back home don't really party like the rich in LA. This was practically a rave.

Ross came up to us, smiling and bringing something in red cups. They weren't normal solo cups though, but some reusable environment friendly ones. Not even that party tradition, honoured by all underage drinkers in US, was sacred here.

We were here to enjoy, that much was true, but me and Ash also had another holy mission. To bring tolerance to poor children of Rock West High, through the sacrifice of two straight dudes dry humping each other at a party. That one of the straight dudes was secretly, in a very small and not actually important corner of his mind, looking forward to that, would stay unmentioned.

We walked through the house, admiring the interior and Kim's courage in letting a bunch of drunk teenagers loose here. As we walked, we were greeted and offered drinks whenever we ran out. They were being much friendlier than at school, but alcohol does that to you.

At some point, when I was already getting tipsy, a slim hand grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards the dance floor. I didn't let go of Ash, taking him with me. It was so packed with bodies you couldn't really dance, just jump up and down or grind on other people. That, or step from foot to foot like a middle aged white dude.