The Good Ones

Lorenzo's party pt.1

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       "Ok guys, you can keep playing, but we got to go get ready for a party," Mikey says as he begins to drag me to his room by the base of my hand.

       I don't think he noticed where his hand was, but I definitely did. Where the skin of our hands met, a blissful burning sensation followed.

       Before he was able to completely get me to his room again, I had craned my neck back towards the two young boys and thanked them for letting me play with them as I continued to avoid being completely dragged on the floor, attempting to keep up the same fast pace Mikey was going.

       "Thanks for letting me play guys. It was nice meeting you."

       I smiled warmly at them and they both gave me a big toothy grin in return, which caused me to chuckle at the boys' adorableness.

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       "So have you ever been to a party before?" Mikey asks me as he stifles through his closet while he picks out what he's gonna wear to the party and his swim trunks.

       "No, nothing like this. I went to birthday parties when I was younger, but that's pretty much it. How 'bout you?"

       "Just one, last summer," he said as he had found what he had been looking for; a white, long sleeve button up to go along with his colorful geometric swim trunks. He nonchalantly changes his shirt without a second thought, folding the sleeves up to just below his elbows, then he proceeds to button it up, though leaving a few buttons undone, giving it a more casual and laid back look.

       "Oh so you're the expert then. At least out of the two of us. So, what should I bring exactly?" I ask.

       "I don't know, maybe a drink if you want one, it is a highschool party so there will probably be a lot of alcohol and spiked drinks there."

       "Um, ok, yea thanks," I stutter as anxiety for the night ahead begins to build up and boil over.

       Mikey sees my nervousness and tries to reassure me as truthfully as he can, "It'll be fine, usually only about half of the people there end up drinking anyways, at least that's how I remember it being at the other party,"

       "I've only ever really seen the perception of the red solo cup parties in movies and stuff, so I don't know what is real and what is just TV cliches."

       "Don't worry, I'll be there too," Mikey smiles warmly at me, sending the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. "You can change and stuff in the bathroom if you want, I'll get ready in my room."

       Everything went relatively smoothly, when the two of you are getting ready, although a little bit of a... blip, when you forgot your flannel back in Mikey's room, which is kind of the only way your comfortable with wearing a crop top at all in the first place, because the flannel gives you some of that needed coverage and modesty.

       "Hey Mikey, I'm sorry, I forgot my flannel in your room, Could you maybe hand it to me please?" You open the bathroom door, stick your head out and call Mikey who had his back turned to you.

       He turns his body so he is directly facing you and looking into your eyes and replies, "Yeah, sure, where is it?"

       "Just draping over the chair over by your desk."

       He grabs it and walks to you in the bathroom handing it to you, and while you reach out the door opens wider, showing much more of your frame now. His hand is extended, holding your flannel in his clenched fist. Mikey is slightly dazed as he unconsciously looks up and down over your frame in just your skirt and crop top, not in an inappropriate way, he didn't seem to even realize he was/had done it. This was his first time seeing you without the flannel on, in fact it was the first time any schoolmate had seen you in something relatively revailing without your flannel covering the majority of it.

       You quickly notice his gaze, and grab the article of clothing with a very red face, shutting the door fairly quickly in Mikey's face. Unintentionally of course. You turn around and grip either side of the sink in frustration at yourself and your awkwardness. You just hoped Mikey didn't think you were like a total bitch or something after that.

       You both finish up, you are wearing your strapless black bikini under your outfit from earlier and Mikey is wearing his swim trunks and with his white button up, also bringing along another pair of regular shorts to change into after swimming.

       And with that, you and Mikey both begin to head on your way walking with each other to the party making light conversation.

       "So are you gonna swim?"

       "Um, I'm not sure, maybe." You say.

       Just like too many other girls in this world, you aren't entirely comfortable in your own skin, although you do sometimes would consider yourself more comfortable with your body than some others. You knew that if Mikey wasn't going to be there, you would have no problem with swimming around in the pool in just a bikini, probably at least. But that's the thing, you knew he was going to be there with you, so that changes everything.

       You and Mikey decide to walk to Lorenzo's house because it isn't that far, having your flannel with you as a replacement for a light jacket for the trip back to Mikey's house and then home.

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*time skip*
- that night, Lorenzo's house, 8:30 p.m.-

       The party was under way and the rap music was turned up so loud that you could feel every beat and bass drop in your core. You could only partially hear what was being said on the track, the sound of all the other kids voices easily drowned it out.

       You being the shy and naive person you are, you have never been to a party before, at the very least, not one like this, so you really didn't know what to expect other than what you had heard from Mikey. You hadn't expected the party to be this big or this loud or this crowded. You'd thought it was just gonna be the kids in Mr. Iglesias' class.

       Boy were you wrong, it seemed like all of the student body was there, grade 9-12, and then some.

       Mikey has looked over to check on you, you had practically been silent ever since you walked in the door. He saw how your face slightly paled, how you took in only short breaths and your hands shaking.

       He started to make his way to you when he got lost in the crowd of dancing teenagers. Some of them are still sober, some just a little tipsy and just starting to feel the alcohol, and then some who were full out drunk. Mikey pushed and pulled his way trying to get to you, only to find that you were no longer where he last saw you...

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