Crazy Beautiful Life // Ke$ha (This is probably the best Ke$ha song ever.)
WEDNESDAY: Since we thankfully haven't been given loads of homework yet, Ben is hosting a huge party at his house because his parents are away... but then again, they're never there anyway. The house will be supplied, naturally, with alcohol to quench our teenage thirst, and little snacks to munch on when you're not dancing.
Okay, Emily, breathe. You can do this. Just have fun. They sense awkwardness. I exhaled and rang the doorbell. As I waited, I flashed a wary grin to Spencer, who drove me here. Although we haven’t talked much this past year, once I talked to her, we instantly reconnected again. It was wonderful getting back to normal. I readjusted my top, which was twisted around a little.
Then, the door swung open and Ben greeted us. My hand flew back down to my side. “Hi Ben,” Spencer and I said in unison.
“Glad you guys came, come in.” He didn’t hesitate to slam the door shut again once we were inside, since it was chillingly cold outside. Not that strange considering it was a rainy late September night.
The place was dim, with cups and beer bottles hanging around on every tangible surface, even the freaking ceiling fan. What the hell? I dismissed this sight, because if I had said something about it, everyone would ostracize me and send me back where I belong—home. I tried dancing with people that I knew, but that quickly got boring.
I struck conversations with guys that were familiar and in my class, but I guess it was me who was boring. They left after I said see you later to them, and I never saw them again that night. At 11, I spotted Spencer again and mazed through the crowds of sweaty, half-naked girls. I can’t say I didn’t like it. I blushed and hid that fact that I was kind of turned on.
She twirled around, “Oh hey, what’s going on? You having fun yet?”
“Yeah, it’s great,” I lied, “I just decided I’d hang out with you for a bit.”
“Sure, I was just talking to Hanna, but she left to hang with Moan-ahh!” She rolled her eyes and laughed. I could tell she had a drink or two.
“Hey, let’s see what’s upstairs. I wonder if people are up there.”
“Chyeah, probably doing it up the butt,” she leaned an elbow on a small half-table.
I laughed, “Let’s go bust ‘em them!”
We trudged up the steps. I was careful that Spencer didn’t trip and fall down. There were no people in the hallway. We opened the closest door and peered in. No one was in there either.
“Oh hey, look! Ben has The Kooks albums! Sweet, I love them,” I went over to them and looked at the rest of his album collection. Pretty solid stuff I’d say. I dropped one album and when I picked it up, I saw a strange metallic object obtruding through his closet door. It reflected the moonlight from the window so I couldn’t miss it. “Hey Spence, come here.”
She suddenly got sober again, “What is it?” She pulled the object out and examined it. It was mirror with a note attached to it. “Oh my god.”
“What does it say?!” I read it over her shoulder. It said: “Look at you two. I can just see the secrets right through you. Spencer, I can’t wait until you blow up at Mona, it’s going to be a great show! And Emily, I knew you’d like those girls downstairs. xx A.”
I gasped and snatched the note and tore it into little pieces. “Who’s there?” I screamed out, demanding who wrote that note. Ali didn’t even know I was gay, let alone Spencer.
“What did that note mean about you?” she asked, worried.
“Nothing,” I reassured her, but it was far from nothing.
Comment with “mirror, mirror” if you read.
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