Chapter Seven: House Party
Beatrice entered her home with red cheeks and an uneven breathing pattern. From what Beatrice could see, the house was empty, but it was cleaner than the usual clothes sputtered around the floor. For some reason, there was a pleasant smell of a local McDonald's meal and just by smelling the pleasant odor, it triggered a mild hunger.
She lunged for the kitchen placed right beside the front door (the apartment was very small, but the girls got around) and her eyes bolted to every crook and cranny looking for the mystery meal. Finally, her blue irises set upon the greasy lunch bag, the famous 'M' placed sloppily on the front, and quickly snatched the bag in her hands. Inside was a small cheeseburger and a tiny box of fries, beside the resting spot of the bag was a soda and a letter.
Hesitantly setting the bag on the counter, she picked up the crinkled letter and examined it. The handwriting was somewhat neat meaning it was, in fact, from Lilian herself. The corners of the paper were worn and torn and on the back of the page was the order placed on the couter - it was the receipt from the restaraunt.
"Classy," Beatrice muttered, turning the paper back over so she could read what the actual letter had to say.
Dear Bea,
Taylor and I went to the store to get some party essentials. Btw, we're having a party tonight. Hope you aren't mad so I got you Micky D's. Enjoy xx
Beatrice cursed under her breath, crumpled the note, and took the bag of food with her into the livingroom. Of course this meal itself will probably gain her a few pounds or so, but there was a thing called stress eating and she might have just plummeted into it.
She didn't know how to feel and any stranger could sense that every time she pulled at her lilac strands. She had just come to sense that she had been talking to a major celebrity and the fact that he hadn't told her only made her feel more of a fool.
So, as her mouth sunk into the heavenly (fattening) food, her mind seemed to have wandered off the topic of Hayes and unto the thought of how she was going to lose so much weight. Thoughts of going to the gym sometimes evacuated her head, but she didn't like the thought of waking up so early only to be at the place for an hour or so. Yoga wouldn't help, but it would relax her muscles and maybe that was what she needed.
She finished up the burger and ate a couple fries, sipped her drink and threw the trash away. What was she going to do now? Her house was clean and it's already eight or so in the morning so the stars aren't out.
An idea popped into her head and she flew into her room, running to the computer table, and opened her laptop hurriedly. Maybe it wasn't a good idea for her to look up the Hayes Grier, but she needed to learn what she had gotten herself into and what he was actually famous for.
Turns out, Hayes Grier came from a small social media app called 'Vine' with his brother Nash at somewhat of a young age. Being thirteen and famous blew her mind, so she continued down the Wikipedia page. When his carreer blew up, he went as a guest on a tour his brother was on called 'Magcon' and since then, he's made history. Recieving a few grammies and starring in a lot of movies was a huge deal for him and maybe he did need a friend that wasn't known so she could bring him back down to Earth.
But it was she who blew up and walked away so she couldn't be the one to blame him anymore.
The rest of the page was information about his family and hometown; both of which Hayes had mentioned before. His mom and dad were married and everyone looked happy in the family portrait.
Beatrice scowled at the picture, closing the laptop eagerly, and trudged herself to bed. It was tidier than she had left it; her pajamas were no where to be seen on the floor, her brush that was on her bed made it's way to her make-up box, and more stars were pleated unto the ceiling.
She didn't know where they came from or why there was more than she intended, but she didn't argue as she examined the beautiful work of art.
The door to the apartment swung open and giggles erupted the silenced home. Bags crunched with every movement and steps seemed to be getting louder and louder. "Bea, you home?" Lilian called, stepping into the livingroom before turning into Bea's bedroom.
A smile appeared on Bea's face as she examined her best friend. She seemed to be way happier that she was when she wasn't having a steady relationship. "Hey," Beatrice said enthusiastically. Beatrice hopped off the bed and attacked her friend in a hug; the crazy emotions she felt were completely gone and she was happy to have her best friend to talk to. "Did you put more stars up there?" She used her frail index finger to point to the glow-in-the-dark stars above her bed.
"Yeah, it looked too plain. Do you like them?" Lilian bit at her bottom lip as her eyebrows brought themelves together. She was anxiously waiting for an answer, but she was scared to retrieve one.
"I love it," Bea once again grabbed her friend in a hug. Lily had wiggled he way out of the grip and skipped into the main room - where Taylor had settled on the couch.
"Beatrice!" She shouted, sitting beside Taylor on the comfortable couch.
Beatrice rolled her eyes, but nonetheless entered the room with a gigantic smile plastered on her pale face, "yes, Lilian?"
Lily scowled, her eyes glaring holes through Beatrice, "don't call me that." She fixed her legs so they sat comfortably across Taylor's lap. He smiled and set his arms on her thin, long legs; it made Beatrice gag at the amount of happiness they seemed to have given eachother. "We have a party tonight, right? We need to tidy up this place."
Beatrice's eyebrows pulled together as she looked around the clean house confusedly. Lilian had OCD, so the house was almost always clear (all except for Beatrice's room when she was too tired to clean after a full night outside). "Are you crazy? There's literally nothing to clean, you geek."
Lilian giggled, Taylor's eyes watching her smile intently, a smile of his own overcoming his face. "Come on! We still have to dust and vaccuum and I'm not sure what else but we're going to do those too."
"You're a loser," Taylor muttered playfully.
Lilian smirked, "but I win at life so who's the loser now?"
Beatrice rolled her eyes once again, disgust making her nose crinkle right at the bridge, "nope. You're still the loser."
Lily gasped and tackled Beatrice playfully, pinning her to the floor quickly. She handled Bea's hands over her head and pinned her legs to the floor with all the weight she had. "Isn't if funny? We met fighting and yet you still haven't learned your lesson and continue to think you'll win?"
"That made almost no sense. Get off of me!" Bea wiggled under Lily, eventually throwing her off, "go clean the already-clean-house."
The two girls swapped a high-five and dispersed to different sides of the house, music blaring from the television Taylor had turned on when the two were wrestling. Beatrice went to her room to clean and get ready while Taylor and Lilian danced around the house with a mop in his hand and spray with a wash cloth in hers.
"This is going to be fun," Bea muttered, moving clothes every which way in the closet.
Hey my favorite readers :-) I'm sorry for being so inactive lately but school started and it's a hassle. Anyways, to make up for it, i'm double updating tonight :-) And I have a story ideas book out if you wanna read ;-) love ya lots!
