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                             willow  

"It's already noon!" Isabel whined in my ear. 

"How  did you get in here anyways?" I asked stuffing my pillow in my ear. 

"It's a Saturday and you're gonna waste it in bed?" Isabel asked.

I didn't respond because I  was too busy falling back into a deep sleep. Well that was until her heavy body  sat on my back.

My eyes opened, "Get off I can't breathe."

"Finally!" she said jumping off of me. 

I threw my covers off of me and gave Isabel a death glare. 

"Why are you so happy anyways?" I asked walking towards my bathroom. 

"Because we are going to a party tonight," she exclaimed doing stupid little dances. 

I  peed, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. 

"I'm  hungry," I frowned going through my closet to find something to  wear. 

I pulled out a baby blue sports bra and matching leggings.  

"I wanna do something, I have so much energy," she said jumping up and down.

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, "Save that energy for the party."

She took a deep breathe in and then out, "You're right, diner?"

Craving for some pancakes, I agreed and we headed to our local diner. 

It was busy but we still got a booth in five minutes. 

"Would you ever date Henry?" Isabel asked changing the  topic. 

"Absolutely not, where did this question come from?" I asked. 

"I don't know, you  guys look good together," she said shrugging her shoulders, "Don't you see it?"

Before I could respond, I checked the time. It was already 5 o'clock. 

"We should get back to my place soon," I said  changing the subject. 

"Don't change-"

"You better shut up before I leave you here," I interrupted her sentence, dragging  myself out  of the booth. 

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"Stop giggling," I scolded  Isabel while I was giggling. 

Her face was red, "I can't help it." 

Before we went to the party, we  decided to pregame at my house. Isabel brought over a couple of beers from her dad's hidden stash.  We were obviously already tipsy. 

I got  up from the floor, walking towards my closet shaking my butt to the iCarly theme song. 

"Why does your butt move like that?" Isabel giggled. 

I turned around and frowned, I shook my butt even harder, "Is that better?"

Even I laughed, "No!" Isabel screamed covering her eyes. 

I reached for a clothes hanger and threw at her, "Come on, we have to get ready!" 

We changed into our white shirts with our baby pictures on it. I put on short black, nike shorts underneath. I curled my hair so that my wavy hair was just a little bit more curly. I parted my hair  half up half down. Instead of leaving it in just one ponytail, I separated it making two in the front. I tied the baby blue ribbons around both of them, then I did my makeup and made it look natural. 

I sprayed on perfume and I was ready to go. I stuffed my phone, wallet, and pacifier in my bag.   

"Ready?" I called out to Isabel who was in the bathroom. 

She walked out and she looked great. Her hair was in two low ponytails and she had on similar makeup. 

"We look hot," she said fanning herself. 

I rolled  my eyes, the alcohol already wearing off, "Come on silly girl."

I shut off the lights and called an Uber to the house where the party was going to be at. Even from a block away, I heard the loud bass pumping. Isabel  squealed and I shot her a wide grin. 

We hopped out of the car and headed towards the big, crowded house. People  were even partying outside, a table for beer bong and random red cups were also in the front lawn. 

We managed to get inside the building, sweaty bodies were everywhere. 

"I wanna dance!" Isabel whined, pulling my arm. 

"I think I need another drink before," I said nodding my  head towards the kitchen.  

"Ok, be careful!" she called out before making her way in the center of the dance floor. 

I loved dancing don't get me wrong, but I definitely couldn't be in the right state of mind to do so. I poured myself a shot of Vodka and the liquid burned my throat so I chased it away with sprite. 

"Hi," Henry said, popping out of nowhere. 

I jolted back, "Jeez, you scared me."

He took a shot like it was water, "Just wait till I get you in bed."

I raised a brow,  pouring myself another shot, "So you're telling me that you scare girls when you sleep with them?" 

He nodded his head. 

"Probably because your penis is small," I said laughing at my own joke. 

I smelled his cologne even more, so I opened my eyes and saw that he was inches away from my face. 

"Well maybe you should see for yourself," he smirked, placing a hand on my waist. 

His warm hands shot goosebumps through my entire body. The only thing I could hear was our breathing, and I swear we were both moving our heads closer to each other. 

I'm not sure what but something snapped me out of it. 

"I'm going to go dance," I said pushing his chest away from me. 

I think he woke up too because he shook his head, letting me leave. I left, still a little shocked from that strange encounter. 

I definitely need to get some more shots. 

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"Get it!"  Isabel whooped in my ear. 

I threw my arms into the air and danced like there was no tomorrow. I stopped dancing and I took deep breathes. 

"I think I'm going to take a break," I yelled to Isabel. 

She nodded, "I'm gonna stay here!" 

I gave her a thumbs up, and pushed my way through sweaty bodies. I was so drunk that everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, the walls were dancing, and different colored lights made everything even worse. 

I felt a cool breeze and I practically floated towards it. It led to a backyard where people were either smoking or sucking each other's face off. I found a little spot on the stairs and squatted down. 

"It isn't safe for a hot, young lady to be out here by herself," a familiar voice said  behind me. 

I turned around and saw Dylan, he was smirking and sat down next to me.  

"Am I actually that hot?" I asked looking down at my legs.  

"Yeah," he snarled into my  ear. 

I pushed strands of hair back, guess my hairdo fell out, "Then we should go back to your place." 

"You're drunk baby," he said, playing with my hair. 

I smiled and leaned onto him, "I love it when you call me baby."

I heard him sigh and whisper, "I wish you really meant that"