Lucy was kind enough to take me shopping for this outdoor party tonight, but as it turns out this small town had so few shops for clothing. Apparently frequenting bigger towns for any other or further needs or necessities was a common thing. I’m just glad ordering online was still a possibility otherwise I’d have withdrawals from buying makeup. On the other hand I need to cut back.
“What do you think of this one?” Lucy asked Katya, a friend of hers since they were babies.
“I don’t know,” Katya replied, scrunching her nose and twirling her long brown hair. She had likeness to Chloe except Chloe cut all her hair off. “It seems a bit poufy.”
“Anna?” Lucy turned her head.
“Uhh…” she was wearing her signature overalls over a crop top. “I thought you were going to pick out a dress or something.”
“Oh, it’s not that kind of party.”
Katya laughed. “Definitely not. It’s super casual.”
“I can do casual.”
“You’re a city girl,” Katya said. I shrugged. “City girls don’t know how to do casual.”
“What are you talking about? It’s not like a skill.”
“It’s just the difference between casual and casual-sexy,” Lucy said. “Not that it’s bad.”
“Yeah,” Katya agreed, “it’s just…city.”
I couldn’t be that far off could I?
“Aren’t you going to pick out anything?” Lucy asked.
I shrugged. “I’m thinking of this playsuit I have that I could wear with ankle boots and some chains. I think I’ll be fine.”
“See,” Katya nodded, “city girl.”
I rolled my eyes playfully. This whole town knows me as this city girl and I was hoping that didn’t come with me appearing pompous. Michael always said I was pompous and I hear it now as a dig more than a joke. Oh, and Chloe is taking her own sweet time replying to me. I keep worrying that she’s mad at me and on top of the deadline I have with this new job, I’m beginning to feel like a ball of stress. I want to loosen up at the party but to be known as the drunk city girl would be the cherry on top of the cake.
When they said it was an outdoor party, I was picturing a rooftop bar under artificial twinkling lights with pumping Billboard Top 100 music. Instead, it was located in the middle of nowhere. I literally had no clue where we were. The twinkling lights were the stars (which was amazing, I’ll admit that!), and the music was a mix of songs like Magic by Olympic Ayres, What Once Was by Her’s, Everyone is Falling in Love by King Neptune and other various alternative grungy-type artists. It was nice, but it definitely was a change of scenery. Lucy and Katya were right about this being the type of low-key party. I was so dolled up it wasn’t even funny. I felt so out of place that I wrapped my arms around myself self-consciously, and I never do that.
“Relax,” Lucy leaned in to whisper and then pulled back, “the drinks have got to be the same, right?”
I smiled. She was so sweet trying to make me feel at home and everything. “They better be.”
“And hey, they’re free over here.”
I nodded, impressed. “Bonus.”
She laughed. “I’ll be back.”
Lucy and Katya drifted into the sea of flannel shirts and jeans (of course, not everyone was a clone of stereotypical country town) and I was left with myself desperate for some alcohol to calm my insides like an addict. At least I was wearing a jacket (?).
“Beer for you,” Lucy said, handing me a bottle I eagerly began drinking.
“Whoa,” Katya chuckled, “Slow down there.”
I laughed, nearly spilling out of my beer. “Sorry.”
“Are you nervous?” Katya asked, dumbfounded.
I reddened, of course. “A little.” Who the hell gets nervous at parties!?
“Don’t be,” Katya demanded. “You are hot. Hot girls don’t get nervous.”
“Umm, thanks?” I said, confusedly.
“I think Katya might have been drunk already,” Lucy said.
“She’s a lightweight,” Lucy winked. “We better watch out for this one. Or better yet—” I chugged as she spoke— “I better watch out for the both of you.”
I was distracted by a buzz from my cell from Chloe: ‘What seems to be the problem?’
‘Omg Chloe, I thought you’d never text me back :’(‘
‘Because I thought you’d be mad at me forever and ever.’
‘Nah, only for a bit. You’re still my best friend.’
Ugh, I could’ve just died right there and then. ‘I don’t know what I’m doing.’
‘Don’t be so mopey! You changed your whole life and now you’re having second thoughts?’
‘I changed it for this job and now I got nothing. Nothing’s happened; nothing’s happening.’
‘Make. Something. Happen. Make anything happen!’ She sent me a gif of Shia LaBeouf with the caption of ‘just do it’ flashing on the screen.
Her encouragement made my heart race in search for something—anything—to make a story out of. From across the field (?) I met eyes with a handsome blurred out man that came to be clear the closer I got to him. He turned around and grinned as I strode towards him, I flushed as his friends watched, and out of nowhere I threw my arms over him and pushed my lips up against his. I was confused at the gasps but I expected the laughter.