His Touch || Daniel Seavey story

the party

three days later. one month of planning, a very long list of people coming, drinks, games, music, food, and drinks.

happy fourth of july everyone.

four years in a row, this party was the biggest fourth of july party in Ridgefield, everyone came, everyone danced till they dropped, drank till they couldn't walk, and partied till they couldn't stand anymore.

everyone was welcome, whether you were the smartest and least popular kid in school, or the boy every girl wanted to be with. you were here, you were apart of something special and fun.

even if it was for one night.

we don't set ourselves apart from others, we don't try to fit in.

this was even a night where me and my friends were ourselves, locked away from the monarchy of high school. the labels were gone.

the party.
starts.
now.

let the fun begin.

zach was the bartender .. of course.
kiara was the DJ, her line of expertise.
johnny likes to call himself the bouncer.
and me and olivia, well let's just say we took an hourly search of the upstairs for any "lost" guests.

"hey liv, there's a bunch of people outside waiting to get in, and a lot of hot girls may i add."

zach looks out the windows every five seconds to see and memorize what the hottest girl looks like, and what she's wearing.

told ya.. fuckboy.

"oh poor zachary.. still don't care, cause the party doesn't start for another hour, they're gonna have to wait." i snap back.

"daniels out there" zachs face is painted with disgust.

"liv. either you let him in, or i will".

"wow olivia you're more invested in my love life then i am." i laugh.

"fine, i gotta go get charlie away from those partycrashers anyway, maybe i'll just get daniel myself" olivia spoke. seriously of course.

"knock yourself out, or maybe he'll do it for you with an ax" i teased.

"oh right, JOHNNY LETS GO WERE ON A MISSION" olivia basically bursted my eardrum after that.

"why do i always have to go on your stupid missions"

while they were in mission 'get through the crazy mob of people to go get daniel and charlie' let me introduce charlie to you all.

charlie stakis
he's about as local as they come.
lives just off of clearwater bridge, on the other side of town.
light skin, curly hair, caramel eyes.
6'1 wrestler, and star lacrosse player.
oh, and olivia boyfriend of three years.

he's cool, doesn't have much time to hangout with the group, he's either training, working, or taking olivia out on dates.. planned by me of course.

him and olivia met at a wrestling tournament hosted at his school annually, her being a scaredy cat, made me go get his number for her.

me and him have been friends ever since, and they have been dating since i planned their first date a couple weeks after.

moving on...

i make my way up to my room, to start getting ready, and walk in to zach laying on my bed. phone in his hand, and list on his phone ready.

believe it or not, zach is kind of like my personal stylist. a bestfriend, makeup critique, and wardrobe aficionado.

"i say smokey eye, with a cut crease, and non dramatic lashes, not to heavy on the highlight, or bronzer, but just enough to see it in the disco lights. brow gel not pomade for sure, curled hair, wait scratch that, french braid."

wow, i guess him watching me do my makeup so much has paid off.

let me elaborate.

in the sixth grade, i got really into makeup, i would come home every day and instead of doing my homework. would make zach watch makeup videos with me and watch me attempt them.. funny right.

"ok ok got it, you really know stuff" i laugh.

"just did whatever i thought would make you look beautiful." what a gentlemen.

"well i feel way more beautiful with just lashes and eyebrows, maybe some lipgloss, sound good?" i'm not in the mood for that much makeup tonight.

"ah i was afraid you would say that but i prepared a new outfit for it, cause you are bipolar"

"zachary liam, you do not call a lady bipolar."

"whoops." he gets kind of scared of me.

let's just say he ran downstairs to make sure he was alive for the party.

i finished my makeup not long after zach left the room. braided my hair just like he said, and put on the outfit he picked out.

not exactly my style. red cropped tank, high waisted shorts, red scrunchie, and air force 1's. but if my stylist picked it, it is my duty to wear it.

i make my way downstairs, to make sure everything is in place for the party. i also got my aunt to pick up some more stuff we were low on.

i'll see you all at the party ;)

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tbc :)