Thomas Brodie-Sangster Imagines

The Party Boy

The Party Boy.

"C'mon it'll be fun!" My best friend pesters me as she sits down on my bed, "When do you ever go to a party?"

"Never."

"Exactly!" She looks at me with her puppy dog eyes and I just can't say no, plus I don't want her going home with some creep tonight.

She thanks me one hundred times and then leaves, exclaiming that she'll pick me up at 8:45. I didn't even ask where the party is. Or whose party it is. Damn it. For all I know it could be like a 60 year old creep who throws random, alluring parties for people and then turns into an alien and eats everyone and- I watch too many old si-fi movies. Now, that's why I  never go to parties: I'm just too weird.

I get up from my bed and look at the time, I have an hour until she picks me up. So not prepared. I quickly take a shower and towel dry my hair before choosing what to wear. I open up my wardrobe and all of my drawers and stare at my clothes.

"Boring, old, boring, too casual for a party, onesie, boring, boring..." I flick through my whole wardrobe until my eyes land on the one thing I swore I'd never wear: a party dress. I got it as a present last year for my birthday and I made myself a rule that I'd never wear it because I'd never be one of those girly girls who went to parties...I guess I'm breaking that rule tonight. I pull on the red and white dress and look at myself in the mirror, the hem at the bottom finishes halfway down my thigh - I am so going to regret this later tonight. To make myself feel less of a girly girl I pull on some skin coloured tights and shove on my red converse. Typical me.

I look at the time and notice it's nearly half past eight, where did the time go? I quickly do my make up and look at my hair, it'll be okay to just leave down; I hope. Grabbing my small black bag, I pull my phone out of the charger.

One new message:

Be ready in ten minutes, ly! x

Brilliant. Okay, I can do this. It's just a party, I'm not going to die if I step out into the real world instead of staying at home and reading. I'll be fine. Great, now I'm talking to myself!

With a start I realise a car horn beeps in front of my flat, my best friend has just arrived. I lock the door and walk down the stairs, shivering as I enter the cold outside. I quickly jump in her car and she starts to drive,

"So whose party is this? The one we're going to?" I ask,

"Just a friends. You remember the guy I was flirting with? The one who, yeah, you know? The hot one? Well it's his party. Look, don't worry. I'm sure there will be a guy for you too!" She giggles as the traffic lights turn red.

'That's not what I was worried about. Anyway, what's happening with you and this guy?!"

"I'll tell you later, it's very...detailed," she looks at me and winks, "Look, we're here!"

I turn my attention back to the front of the car and see a posh house, bursting with loud music and bright lights, "Okay then," I say, "lets get this over and done with, shall we?"

The house is as I imagined it: packed with sweaty people, booze and loud dance music. I look around the house and feel way to overdressed, some girls look like they're only wearing a bra and disco pants, ew.

"I'm going to find Jackson, he'll be around here somewhere. Have fun!" My best friend calls to me and skips off, dodging bodies to go find the boy that I'm guessing is her new boyfriend. Honestly, I don't know how she's my best friend; I'm socially awkward and have never had a boyfriend and she's way too outgoing and always has a boyfriend... yet I couldn't imagine another best friend, ever.