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                             willow  

"I'm  not sure  why you are so set on going  to this party?  You  never care about parties," I commented,  swiping through my closet. 

"Because we need to be known Willow," she said annoyed. 

I drop  the dress in my hand,  "Since when do you care about popularity? On Saturday nights you like to watch Princess and the Frog twenty times, not get drunk." 

"Ok Willow!" she said as if I was her mom bothering about taking out the trash for the fiftieth time. 

We were fine on Tuesday and now it was like she snapped. I didn't do anything though, maybe something at home?

"Is something wrong at home?" I wondered. 

"NO! It's nothing, let's go," she said dryly. She walked out of my closet with my dress and I'm not sure what snapped in me but something did.  How could my best friend act so rude to me while acting like nothing was wrong.  

It made me mad that she is having this random mood swing and treating me like garbage. I  stormed up beside her and snatched the dress out of her hand. She spun around. 

"Get out," I spat at  her pointing to my door. 

"Whatever, fuck this," she said snatching her purse and walking out of my room. 

God what's got her panties in a twist? 

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The next episode of The Office I guess. Netflix asked me if I was still watching and pressed yes and chewed on some more popcorn. Maybe Isabel is on her period and it's heavier than usual...

No it couldn't be. We are always on the same cycle so there's no way. Did I do something? I mean I am her best friend-I should know. Maybe she was diagnosed with some kind of anger management problem and she's angry that she's angry, making her more angry. 

That doesn't make any sense... Ugh, forget her-she'll come around. 

Once the theme song of The Office finished, I heard a knock on my door. It's 9 o'clock at night, who could be at my door? Wait! Maybe it's Isabel coming to apologize!

I spun from the couch and jumped over to turn on the lights, I skipped over to the door with a smile on my face. 

My smile faded real fast when I saw who was standing across from me. 

"Why are you here?" I asked bitterly. 

"There's a party and I want you to go with me," he blatantly said. 

I sighed and let him in, I walked back to my couch and plopped onto it. I normally wouldn't do this, but I missed some human contact. I mean, Michael Scott is great and all but somebody who was really here with me would be even better. 

"What's wrong?" he asked sitting neatly next to me. 

"Isabel," I gave him the vaguest answer. 

Surprisingly he didn't bother me about it and nodded his head. We sat in silence as our eyes were fixed on the tv screen. It was kinda nice having Henry here, and it felt a lot more cozier. His warmth was so strong that it was radiating to me. 

Maybe I should go out. Have some fun you know? Get drunk and not give a care in the world about Isabel and my loneliness. 

"Did you say there was a party?" I interrupted the silence. 

Henry looked over at me with a smirk on his face, "Yes I did, would you like to go?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah, I'll be down soon." 

I ran up the stairs, leaving him in my living room. As fast as I could I pulled out a dress, put light makeup on my face, and left my wavy hair flow down my back. 

My dress was red and it was pretty short, it had the perfect v-neck and thin spaghetti straps. I threw on some white, dirty converses and pulled a clear bomber jacket on. I flew down the stairs and saw Henry waiting for me at the door. He was engaged with his phone so I had to cough in order to let him now that I was ready. 

He looked up at me... and let me tell you - the most awkward moment of my life occurred. He starred at me, looking at me up and down. His eyes were looking at me with complete lust in them. What felt like hours of us staring at each other. 

"Y-you look...great," he swallowed the dry lump in his throat and itched the back of his neck. 

I decided to lighten up the tensed mood, "You look great too," I grinned and opened my front door. 

His iconic Porsche was waiting for us, and we climbed in. The radio played but it sounded like background music as the wind pushed air into my hair. I stared into the moonlit night and breathed it in

It felt-nice. Without noticing how long the ride was, we arrived at the huge house. It was packed and I felt the music pumping already. I quietly sighed thinking about how I was missing a party with my best friend. 

You know what? No. I do not deserve to feel this way. She is the one acting weird and being a bitch, it's my time to celebrate. For all I know, she could be here right now-living it up. 

"You gonna stay in the car?" Henry asked unbuckling his seatbelt. 

I snapped out of my angry daze and nodded my head. I early unbuckled as well and hoped out of his car. Without even caring if Henry was behind me, I sped walked into the house to find the alcohol.  

I found a beer, but I'd rather drink my own pee than drink a bottle of beer. My eyes moved to the huge bottle of Vodka and I gravitated towards it. In a mini red cup, I poured some in and took some shots. And my some I meant eight, I wasn't tipsy yet-but I'm sure it's yet to come. 

As if the alcohol wasn't already making me forget about Isabel, I decided to shake it off even more and dance my heart out. Positively embarrassing myself, I threw my hands in the air and danced like there was no tomorrow. 

Bass pumped throughout my body and the music was so loud that I felt it in my body. Sweaty people were cheering at me, begging for me. So I grinned, walked into the middle of the floor and danced even harder. I shook my butt and twisted my hips. Not too bad since the only training I get it is from the fake concerts I  have in my bathroom. 

I was drunk. Like really drunk, so what felt like days and days worth of dancing, I squirmed my way out of the dance floor and headed to the bathroom. 

I wasn't sure if I had to either puke or pee first, but if I didn't find a bathroom I probably would've been vomiting and urinating  in front of all these people. 

Opening several doors, I finally found a half bathroom. I shut the door behind and vomited all of the alcohol and popcorn from before up. I'm not sure what it was, but I felt more fucked up than I have ever been.  

Ugh, maybe the vodka was expired or something. A pain in my stomach became worse and I clutched onto  it, slowly tipping over. I lied on the cool bathroom ground and stared into the lights shining from the ceiling. 

As the pain got worst, my eyes started to close more and more.