Love Truimphs

5

Sophia POV

It's Halloween! Now, Jeremy's hosting a huge party at his house! I'm going as Veronica Sawyer.

Because we're running the party, we'll be early. It's Friday, hangover Saturday is like an annual holiday.

I've accepted that I'm going to walk in on two teenagers having sex.

Despite still being freshman, there are sophomores and juniors coming. I mean, musicals can introduce you to older kids.

And we're generally cool to everyone.

I got to Jeremy's house early and Anais was there, too.

She was wearing a long black jacket, 7-11 slushie in hand. My god. I'm Veronica Sawyer for Halloween.

She's Jason Dean.

Jeremy was in the hall with Michael. Jeremy had a white mask that came down part of his face, with a top hat and cloak. He was phantom of the opera. And white gloves. Michael was Aladdin. Perfect.

Amelia's hair was braided. She had a white dress, and a checkered apron. She was Dorothy.

John was a Newsies paperboy. The Sweets are all theatre kids. We love all kinds of different musicals, but still.

The "Popular theatre kids who compete against the mean kids" doesn't have such a good ring to it.

We all walked out to the balcony that loomed above the decorated yard. There was food lined up on tables against the tall, wood fence.

Teenagers were coming through the gate. It was like a random person generator. There were people with flasks, and every costume imaginable.

One girl came as a sexy mouse. Yeah.

"Who's ready for my Halloween party!" Jeremy shouted with a cackle at the end for emphasis of his costume. The crowd cheered.

Anais POV

This is impossible, right? I'm in an even more crowded place with everyone running around, some people drunk.

And I'm not panicking.

I feel good. Jeremy is like a genius. He rigged a zip line so he could fly down from his balcony on a harness, catch the rigged chandelier, and come pummeling down on it.

How the duck.

According to Michael, the zip line had been there since they were 12, and they just rigged the chandelier to crash into a covered up mattress.

Still, how the duck.

I swear, they're geniuses.

Did I mention I had to teach people to smoke weed? No? Well, nobody was doing it right.

What? I'm French!

Holly POV(Ooo new character)

"You're so short! It's cute!"

"I'm not cute." I crossed my arms.

"Yeah you are!" He put his elbow on my shoulder.

"No. I'm not!" I snapped, turning quickly, causing him to fall.

"Your even cuter when you're flustered."

"Okay. Time to end a man's life." I cracked my knuckles and grabbed a fork.

"Holly, no!" My friend screeched.

"Holly YETH!" I laughed manically. The dude got up and left. "Damn it. I wanted to kill thomeone."

"Okay, just because you're dressed as someone who kills people, doesn't mean you have to kill someone."

"Welcome to the joke. Nith to meet 'ya." I retorted. He rolled his eyes. Ah, Halloween. The day where you don't have to be you.

The day where you can stop being that loser kid no one likes.

The day where you can shove your insecurities deep down.

The day you can forget you're you.

I love this day.

I never talk that much, knowing I'll just embarrass myself with my lisp. Not to mention, I'm so small.

I do have one close friend, Andy. He's blond and has bouncy hair. He's really Sweet.

He doesn't care if I'm a loser, or shy, or small, or sensitive. He doesn't even care about my lisp. He's the best friend ever.

He talks a lot, but still manages to keep my secrets hidden. He's the only person I've come out to. And he's come out to me, he's bi.

There was a white mask over my face, and my hair was temporarily dyed blue. Yeah I'm sally face.

If it weren't for Andy, I wouldn't have even been invited to this party. He forced Jeremy to acknowledge my existence. Like, dude, you didn't have to drag me with you to talk to him.

I pull a lot of stunts, but they're fun! Like zip lining on things that go too fast for me to stop them, or rollerblading in skateparks and doing flips off of half pipes and shit.

I belt musicals when I'm at home, I have a fucking rock wall in my room, it's pretty awesome! My bed is a bunk bed with a slide.

Yeah, I'm childish as fuck. But also, coffee.

Oooo alcohol.

Andy POV

"C'mon, Holly, you're drunk." I dragged my clearly drunk best friend away.

"Okay but conthider thith: eggth." She slurred, waving her hands in front of her face.

"You are very, very, drunk." I lifted her up so I could force her to go home.

I wouldn't use the word heaved, she's really light. Kinda like a puppy. But she will literally gouge my eyes out if I say anything.

I shoved her into my car. "I want weed."

"If you get high and drunk you will literally die." I reminded her.

"All the more reathon." She crossed her arms. Well, fuck. She doesn't joke like that. Ever.

She has like...stages for being drunk? After one beer she gets sensitive, after two, generally angry, three, extremely specific when she talks. Now there's a new level. Four: screeching musical lyrics at the top of her lungs.Now there's a new level.

Five: suicidal.

Her parents are gonna kill her if she's drunk. I'll be a good friend and let her stay at my house. I have a guest bedroom.

Seriously who brings beer to a freshman party?