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The calm before the storm

        As soon as the door to my house slammed I heard my mother calling for me from the kitchen. I mumbled back a quick "Can't, i'm busy" and scurried upstairs, only to find my younger sister Cassie sorting through the lump that used to be my neat pile of clothes.

        "Hi Cassie, how the fuck may I help you?" I shot at her. She quickly turned around revealing that she not only was she wearing my favorite lace brallette, but she also had in hand one of my favorite white see-through tops.

        "Uhhh, didn't notice you come in." She responded.

        "Well clearly." I rolled my eyes, "Why didn't you come to school with me this morning?" I asked, remembering her absense from my passenger seat on my way to school at 7. 

        "Oh," she chuckled, "Josh gave me a ride." Cassie blushed, which meant only one thing; they were back together. My little sister, only a sophomore, has already been hooking up with seniors since freshman year. Last month it was Derek, and now for the last couple weeks she's been on and off again with some guy named Josh. All I knew about him was that he was in my grade, kid in my AP English, average intellegence. And as far as I was concerned, that's all I wanted to know. 

        "Ooo, Josh. So are you like totalllyyy in love yet? Like oh my god, have you guys like... kissed and everything?" I asked, immitating my best white girl voice.

        "Obviously, we've kissed you idiot. We've even--" 

        "Nope! NO thanks, you obviously didn't get my complete sarcasm and utter disinterest in your love life." I interrupted, to which she rolled her eyes and exited to room. "And you better give me back my fucking top in mint condition or I'll skin you... I know where you sleep" I shouted. To which she replied with a "Yeah, whatever." Little miss fucking sunshine.

        After settling my clothed back to their proper position, I decided to change into my sweats and plop down on my bed. I unlocked my phone to find a text from Kathy reading:

Ok so Kat told me you saw Mike today ((i know, her mouth doesn't get any bigger)) but I was wondering how you were doing? And if you wanted to talk about it i'm here for you and your supposed "non crush" related issues.

        Mike. As soon as I forgot this morning's incident, it was brought up again. But no, not this time. My crush had gone on for seven years too long, it was time to get out of this shlump. So I quickly came up with a reply for Kathy:

That's sweet of you, but really i'm completely ok. And yeah, she does have a huge mouth. I'm sure Mr. Italy was pretty pleased about it hahah... You know what I could reealllyyy use though? A good ass party. This friday? You, me and Kat. Another legenderary story on it's way. 

After prompltly hitting send I opened up twitter, scrolled for a few minutes, and finding nothing of real interest besides Evan Peters tweeting from Emma's account, I closed the app. A few minutes later I received an answer from Kathy:

You?! Emma, wanting to get fucked up?? This is unheard of, I am planning as we speak. I heard of a huugeee private school party just a couple minutes out of town and you know they're loaded so there's bound to be a TON of booze, spliff and cute preppy boys at your selection. This saturday, t's a date!

        She wasn't wrong, I usually wasn't one to want to get fucked up. Don't get me wrong I LOVED parties, the dancing, music, everything. I just never liked the idea of not remembering what had happened, but now that was exactly what I needed. A night to get away from it all; school, my slutty sister, and most importantly Mike. 

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        Friday night arrived and the twins and I left school for the usual party routine. I took them home from school to their houses to grab their bags they prepared the night before, and headed to my house. They would both sleep over the day before so the day of the party we had the whole day to get ready, and that night we would go back to my house since both my mom and dad are always away the whole weekend. The thing I really liked about my parent's jobs is that they worked together on the weekends. During the week my mom would stay home and dad go to his office, and from Friday to Sunday afternoon, they would head off to their office down in Miami, which is about an hour away from where I lived, and enjoyed some quality time while they were there. It had been that way ever since I was old enough to take care of Cassie, and it was great how they balanced out family and alone time. So anyways, my sister was almost never home on the weekends as well and when she was she would stay up with the twins and I Friday nights, sharing stories and watching scary movies.         

        We arrived at my house around half an hour later than we were supposed to on account of Kathy spending a full fifteen minutes looking for her Sephora Mascara. As soon as we arrived at my house I was pleasently surprised to see some flowers waiting at my door step. Could it be? I thought to myself, and before I could even open my mouth Kat said exactly what I was thinking; "Do you think those could be from Mike?" I highly doubted it, but inside of me there was that one small speck of hop-- no. Don't even think about it. I slowly reached for the card attatched to the flowers and held it up to my chest for dramatic effect. I glanced down at it and hid it once more against my chest.

        "No!" I gasped, over dramaticizing, "It CAnnot BE!" 

        "You drama queen!" the twins yelled, clearly not understanding how much of a joke this was to me. "Just tell us! Who's it from?!" They chimed in, it was soo creepy when they spoke at the same time like that. 

        "Dear.." I went on, their eyes lighting with emotion, "... Dear Cassie," I looked up at them as i began to burst with laughter at their sudden change in facial expression. They rolled their eyes at me and went inside clearly annoyed with me, but hey that's what best friends did. 

        Two hours later my friends and I were fully suited in our last year's christmas onsies and dancing around to the 1975, Lana Del Rey and of course some Arctic Monkeys. Suddenly, the door slammed open Jason, the next door neighbor stumbled in barely able to walk. 

        "Jase, its 6pm on a Friday and you're already drunk? Really?" Kathy asked. 

        "Well asyuknoo, my parents are out of town ! again! And I came ov'r because I just hatteeeeee drinking alone." Jase managed to slur, gesturing his open bottle of Pinnacle Vodka at us. Kathy and I as we watched Jason easing his way towards Kat.

        "Come on Babe. Just'a tinyy lil' sip." Until finally Kat said "You know what? Fuck it!" and tipped her head back chugging the ice cold beverage. Immidiately she began to sway around to the music as Jason chanted 'fuck it! fuck it!' Before I knew it all three of them were sliding around my house in socks, underwear and t-shirts. Jason was always one to pull this kind of shit, and I adored him for it. He moved into the neighborhood about a year ago and since has been known to throw the most reckless parties since his parents are always out. The only bad thing about the kid is that he's never knew how to deal with his abandoment issues so he spends his daws wallowing around drunk, and we've tried countless amount of times to get him to stop drinking but they were all to no avail. So now we just join him whenever we can in order to make the experience less lonesome. I, of course, could almost never join since the drinking was mostly at my house and I had to baby sit these three babies. As usual, Jason was trying his usual pick up line on the girls.

        "Oh wow, I didn't know God had a copy machine when he created angels." He said as he wiggled his eyebrows flirtasiously at them.

        "Jason, I can't 'member how many times you've used that on us." Laughed a druken Kat.

        "And not one of those time 'aveyu managed to look at us in the eyes! Stop starin' at our tits you pig!" Giggled Kathy.

        "And here I was about to say your faces were the two prettiest things in the room!" responded Jason, to which we all laughed once more. I watched them dance around my kitchen and living room as I lighted a spliff and puffed out the smoke in O's. Pretty great Friday night if you ask me.