Between The Lines

twenty six

        "Jack.....J-Jack?"

        "Damn it Rose! There was room for two!" I yell, throwing my hands in the air once again. Buffy just sits beside me, judging me once again for yelling at the TV. 

       After the phone fight i had with Noah, i went out and back into the living room. Everyone just looked everywhere but at me. I knew they heard it, it was awkward. I silently sat back where i was before on the couch, Grace moving to sit beside me. Mumbling about how he was dumb and how i was so much better then him. Lucas even added how i was doing myself a favor and staying away from him.

        So here i am, sitting on my couch on a Saturday evening. Everyone had planned to go out clubbing tonight. I said i would go, but being around drunk and sexually in balanced young people doesn't sound to charming. Watching Rose being an idoit in the middle of the ocean with a sinking ship... sounds just fine.

        As i was about to restart Titanic and do it all over again, there was a knock on my door. Wrapping the blue blanket tighter around my body i open the door to see Grace in her short purple club dress with Thomas and the others behind.

        "Sophie" Grace sighed, looking me up and down. I give her a small and innocent smile. "Bedroom.Now"

        Lucas leads Thomas into my living room. Tasha giving me a nervous smile, her white turtle neck and black pencil skirt looking almost teacher-ish. Grace grabs my upper arm and drags me into my bed room and forcing me to sit on the bed. She turns and goes to my closet, flicking the light switch. 

        "Gracie" I whine, "I'm sweepy"

        "Shut up" She growled, throwing a small black dress at my face. "Change now"

        I huff and peel off my shirt as she stalks off into my bathroom, probably getting the chi ready. 

        "Gracie" I whine. She stays silent and drags me to stand in front of her in the bathroom. 

        "Sophie" She replies, running the hair straighter thru my hair.

        "I dont know about this" I finally admit, "This isn't me"

        "I know it isnt" She nods, "But sitting on your couch alone isn't healthy Soph, you have to put yourself out there or you will never get over Noah"

        "Yes i will" I say, puffing my chest out, "I just need time"

        "Soph" she begins, "How old are you?"

        "twenty two"

        "And how many times will you be twenty two?"

        I sigh, "Once" 

        "Exactly" She says, "You don't have time to waste. Pretty soon you'll be getting greys"

        I take a lock of  my hair in my fingers. 

        "I have some time" I say.

        "turn" She mutters, i turn.

        "What if i meet someone" I say, "I'm not over Noah"

        "Then meeting someone will help you" She says, "It'll be a good thing"

        "What if they..." I trail off

        "They what?"

        "They want...... it" I say. Grace laughs.

        "Then go with!" She says, "One nighters aren't bad"

        "Said every parent ever" I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

        "Hush" She demands. 

        "Gracie?" Thomas says, walking into the doorway of my bathroom. "You almost ready? It's already seven"

        "Almost done" she says, putting the chi on the counter and grabbing my make up bag. "It'll be another five or so minutes"

        "Alrighty" He says, giving me a smile. After he walks back into the other part of the house, Grace spins me to face her.

        After a few minutes of her telling me to not blink and to hold still, i was ready. I had to admit, Grace could work wonders on me. After watching TV all day, i looked pretty good. 

        "Alright" Grace said, clapping her hands together. "Leggo!"

        Like i said, clubs werent my cup a' tea. Update: They still aren't. Music was bumping, loud and lights flashing around like something in a poorly made pop music video. People swayed and grind-ed, so on and so forth. 

        "Drinks" Thomas said. "Whatcha want Soph?"

        "Water" 

        "Shots" Grace corrects, "Same as i get, babe"

        "Gotcha" Thomas walks off. I sigh and sit at the booth we picked. Tasha looked as if she could cry. She also looked hot. Not in like "Damn gurl you hot" No, i mean like sweating. She was wearing a turtle neck. What is this? 2003?

        "It's.... loud" Lucas says. I clap.

        "Good job, Lu"  I say. He rolls his eyes and chuckles.

        Grace looks around and sits beside me.

        "This is great!" She yells over the current techno mash up blaring in our ears. "Love it!"

        "Yeah" I say, "We know"

        "Shots" Thomas announces, setting the tray on the table. Grace grabs one, then setting on in front of me. Lucas smiles and grabs two, setting one in front of Tasha who looks at it like it might eat her alive. 

        "You drink it" Grace giggles. Tasha gives her a nervous smile.

        "1" Thomas smiles, "2"

        "3" Grace yells, everyone tips their heads back and drinks but Tasha and I

        Lucas yells and puts his hands in the air. 

        "Sophie" Grace says, "Do your shot"

        "Nah" I say, shaking my head. "Not feeling it"

        Tasha's eyes widen and Lucas gives me a nervous laugh. 

        "Y-you might wanna feel it" He says, swallowing.

        I turn around and see satan under the arm of Noah Harper.