Our Secret Dream

Parties In LA

I've just been picked up from the airport by Quinn my best friend from high school. Who's decided now is the perfect time to attend an early-hours party that she has been invited too, someone called Tristan. I recognise the name but don't dwell on remembering why it's so familiar. She has also said that I have to attend too and that I don't have any other option. In her defence I had said I wanted to kick start the summer with fun, sunshine and parties. She has given me the kindness of showering and getting changed before we head out.

I've showered, curled my hair and put on some make up, all that's left is an outfit. I rummage through my suitcase, pulling out a skin-tight red dress that stops mid-thigh and strapless. I pair it with some black stiletto heels and my small Channel black clutch purse. I leave my room and wait for Quinn. While in the Uber I try to press Quinn for more information about this Tristan guy, all she has told be is he's a creator from LA who is hosting a party with a few friends and it's very elite. Only 60 people get added and she's friends with him. We pull up in the Uber and the venue is massive it's a bloody mansion. Before we go inside we set some ground rules.

1) Only call the police if we don't hear from the other person in 12 hours.

2) Find your own way home

3) If you hook up with anyone use protection. 

4) Try to message the other if you can to prevent worry.

We enter the house after giving our names to the bouncer, I'm not sure but the house looks familiar like I've seen it before. Before I can try and processes all my thoughts Quinn grabs my hand and leads me deeper into the house, stopping when she's face to face with his blue-eyed guy with dark brown hair. He must be in his late teens, he has a blue baseball shirt on paired with some light blue jeans.

Quinn: Hey Tris, this is Skylar my bestie from the UK. Thanks for letting me bring her tonight, you're going to love her she is amazing.

Tristan steps closet to me pulling me into a hug. I look at Quinn and she just smiles. I never used to be big of hugs, at least I wasn't until I met Quinn she converted me. After a minute Tristan steps back and gives me the look over. Starting from my heels all the way up to my face.

Tristan: So you're from the UK, what brings you here to LA?

Skylar: Graduation, Quinn, Sunshine and Summer fun. I guess you could say I'm here to let loose, have fun and make some memories.

Quinn: I'm glad I made it into the top 4 reasons.

We share a look and both laugh. Tris winks at me and puts his arm across my shoulders.

Tristan: Let me take you to get a drink. Quinn will be fine on her own she pretty much knows the place anyway.

Skylar: A drink sounds good. So tell me about this place? It looks so familiar but I can't put my finger on it.

Before Tristan can answer me we enter the kitchen. Again I am hit by a sense of Deja vu, I have definitely seen this place before but where. I've never been to the US before. That's when all the puzzle pieces slot into place and I know exactly where I am. I mentally slap myself for not putting it together sooner.
All the air in my lungs evaporates and I struggle to catch my breath. The tension in the air is getting thicker and something I haven't identified yet his causing my heart rate to pick up. Looking around the room I tried to take everything in and thats when I see him. The guy that's been consuming my every thought for the past few days. The most handsome man I've ever seen, not to mention dominating. He hasn't seen me yet he's busy talking to some guy, I calm myself down and put back on my game face, the poker face of confidence radiating from me. Looks like our face to face meeting was going to be a lot sooner than planned.