After I escape the hospital my friends surprise me by picking me up. In a party bus. It's very kind of them, yes, but it also brings me a huge amount of unneeded attention. Liam steps out and bows dramatically, gesturing for my hand. I try to flash my best disapproving look but it quickly turns into a smile.
"My lady." He says, helping me into the vehicle. Of course this thing comes with it all; the music, the snacks, the drinks, the chauffeur, and the fancy party lights. And of course everyone is in there and they shout "Surprise!" when I step in. Except there's only two of them so the welcome isn't all that grand. Nevertheless, I accept Tristan's bear hug and laugh.
"You guys! You didn't have to do all of this for me."
"But we did." Liam smirks, ruffling my hair. Presley comes over to me next and kisses me on the cheek before giving me a hug.
"Oh, we missed you so much!" She squeals in excitement.
"You had lunch with me yesterday."
"Yes, but you were stuck in a bed." Tristan counters.
"Besides." Presley starts. "There's champagne!" I look at Liam in astonishment, wondering how he got this bus and managed to have alcohol when we were all under age. He just winks and I shake my head, laughing.
"Tessa, do you want to do the honors?" Tristan asks, handing me a fancy glass bottle. After a small struggle I manage to pop the cork off and watch as the bubbly liquid seeps out of the top.
We manage to complete the forty five minute drive home without any real damage and the guys inform me that Presley is coming inside with me.
"Why aren't you guys too?" I ask the boys, confused. Tristin annoyingly tweaks my nose.
"You'll find out soon Cupcake." Liam hits his arm as Presley and I sneak out
"Dude, you're going to ruin the surprise!" Liam whines.
"Am not, you just made it worse." Presley closes the door in the fire of their argument and motions the driver that he can leave. As we head to my front door I hear the distant shouts from the end of the street.
"Bye Tessa!" I smile and wave back before unlocking my front door and heading inside. The second the door closes I spring over to Presley.
"So what exactly is happening?" I asked, suffering from my "action" withdrawal.
"We're going to a party." She replies simply. "And you are going to love it." My entire demeanor instantly changes.
"But Pres-" She immediately cuts me off.
"No excuses. We are going to have fun. And I don't want to hear anything about what Teen Magazine thinks of our plans either." I close my mouth reluctantly. It's not that I don't like parties, they're usually fun. I just feel so out of place because I am a social outcast. But I know that there are no wins when it comes to Presley Bowland.
"Fine. But this is my 'not gonna have fun' face." I tell her. She just smiles and shrugs.
"Good enough for now."
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After nearly half an hour of going back and forth I finally chose an outfit. Presley eyes me with approval. After all, she does have and I quote the "superior fashion sense." I'm wearing ripped pale blue denim shorts and a strapless wine red top with sleeves that cuff by my wrists. I've paired this with my open-toed brown heels and nude pink lips. I stand in front of my mirror, admiring the three hour process that is me.
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It Would Be My Guilty Pleasure
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