Midnight Messages (Connected #2)

PROLOGUE

| Theo at the top! x | *unedited*

If this 21st birthday party had more guys not related to my best amiga then maybe I would be having more fun. Sadly, I don't have the lack of morals required to date Macy's familia.

Which exceedingly limits my options when it comes to dance partners. And this chica really loves to dance - even if it's not the best sight to witness.

"Earth to Ellie." Sam - Macy's twenty-two-year-old cousin - waves a hand in front of my face, "You hearing me?"

My eyes drift away from the crowded hall back to Sam's sky blue eyes, "Yeah..." I grimace, "No actually I didn't, sorry! What were you saying?"

The thing about Sam is that he's attractive but... Not my type and again, he's related to my best amiga. A few years ago, he tried kissing me, admitting he liked me but I pulled away and told him I wasn't interested. I told Macy straight away of course and I do like Sam, but only as a friend. Feeling really bad about not returning his affection, I have since tried to find him a novia. Let's just say that he doesn't make it easy.

"I was saying that Hannah was flirting with me! What do I do? I suck at flirting. Maybe I should just write down my number, throw it at her and run away." Sam suggests, running a hand through his black messy hair.

See what I mean?

Hannah is one of Macy and I's close friends. She's beautiful, smart, funny, quirky, confident and perfect for Sam. However, as you can tell, Sam has little to no game.

I stare at him in awe, "It amazes me how you think that's a buena idea." His eyebrows meet as confusion clouds those puppy dog eyes. "Sorry, I said that it amazes me how you think that's a good idea."

"Damn, what do I do then?" He asks, seemingly stressed about the entire situation.

My hand finds his shoulder as I send him a warm smile, "Just don't overthink anything. Go find her, talk to her, and see where things go. If it goes well then casually ask to trade numbers before you part ways. Just keep your cool, Dude."

His head nods and a wide grin is suddenly plastered on his face, "Thanks, Ellie!" And just like that, I'm alone. I sigh quietly and notice the song playing is kind of slow. I think it's called What A Time by Julia Michaels and some tipo from One Direction - the cute, adorable one who I always forget the name of. 

The DJ is stationed at the back of the hall on the stage, in front of a silver glitter backdrop. Bouncing off the fairy lights tacked all over the place, the glitters sparkles brightly. Macy and I set up the hall earlier today with the help of some of her familia. We're pretty proud of the outcome.

Walking over to the DI, I try to yell over the music but he doesn't hear me. Sighing, I move closer so that I'm right next to him.

"Hey! Can you play 'Who Do You Love' by The Chainsmokers and 5 Seconds of Summer?" I call loudly with a - hopefully - charming smile.

The guy nods.

"And after that can you pretty please play All The Good Girls Go To Hell by Billie Eilish?" This time he seems more hesitant so I add to my request with a laugh, "I'm the birthday girl's best friend if that gets me anywhere."

Just like before, he doesn't verbally respond but replies with the same nod, changing the song to my first request. As the melodious voice of Luke Hemmings bless my ears, I give him a final smile before I start walking through the hall, in search for aforementioned best friend. It doesn't take too long but when I find her, she's talking to two mucho guapo tipos. The first guy who stands directly in front of Macy - who I'm assuming is Oliver, the guy she's been talking to for a few months now - has disheveled black hair, falling around his face. A five o'clock shadow sweeps across his jaw, which leads me to notice that he has perfect olive skin.