Dj Danger
The Party.
Today was a Saturday.
The party was happening today and I was actually going.
I was stoked. Just thinking about it made me feel all giddy.
I had a good 5 hours left till the said event. Looking for a decent outfit to wear, I rummaged through my messy closet though I didn't have a hint on what outfit was best to wear especially at a party. You can't blame me, I've never been to partied before. Well, not at least these kind of parties. I held onto the different outfits I had found (surprisingly), in my boring closet.
Hm, maybe I'll wear this one?
Nah, too flashy.
This one?
Nah, too showy.
Or maybe this one?
No. Just no.
"Gah!" I finally gave up.
God, what am I doing? I haven't got a dash of good fashion sense in me. I couldn't even tell which was good or bad.
Whatever. Today was a Saturday. A Saturday I had been anticipating for days. The Saturday wherein I would be able to grasp freedom yet again.
"Bree! Come here."
And also, did I forget to mention that today is a Saturday. And Saturdays mean dad was on his day off from work. A Saturday wherein I would be constraint and constantly reminded of my limitations.
I immediately got up from my bed and head to dad's room.
"Yes, dad?" I asked.
As I opened the door to dad's room, I saw him lying down on the bed; he looked a bit pale, and he was sweating all over. He looked vulnerable; a side I had never seen of him up until now. His stressful workload might have caused his current state.
"Dad! Are you okay?" I ran to him and touched his forehead. He was burning.
"Bree.. head to the drugstore and buy me some medicine." He ordered, his voice sounded weaker than usual.
"Okay." I nodded.
"If you don't come back in 30 minutes, I'm going to have to go after you." He reminded me.
"I'll be back soon, dad. Don't worry." I needed to assure him as I can't let him go after me in this current state of his.
I immediately went outside of dad's room, and head downstairs as I needed to hurry. Wearing my pea coat, I opened the door and the cool winter-like breeze tickled my face.
Winter was probably coming.
* * * *
I went to the nearest drugstore I could find, though a long line welcomed me as I entered the store. Great.
I still lined up anyway. Dad needed this, after all. I decided to text dad about the current situation so as I would not make him worry, or worse, even angry.
To: Dad
Dad, the line is really long. Hope you can wait a bit.
There were about a dozen people ahead of me. Crossing my arms, I waited patiently for my turn. I felt like I could doze off any minute with all this waiting. I was never the patient kind, but I had to do this for dad.
It felt as if I waited for years until it was finally my turn. Or was it because I was really just impatient?
As soon as I had bought the medicine dad needed, I immediately went outside of the store, running with all my energy. I had 13 minutes before dad would go after me.
"Ow!" I yelled as someone hit me on the shoulder, causing me to drop the medicine I had just bought.
"Shit. Sorry" A man in a beanie said and bent down to pick up the medicine. He looked like he was in a hurry.
I looked up at the man. "It's okay. Thanks." I said. The man looked really familiar. It took me quite a while to ponder before I recognized him. If I'm not mistaken, he was the man I had seen with Harry at the club the first time we met. Jack, was it?
"You're--" My sentence was left unfinished as he ran away as fast as he could, as if someone was chasing him. What was happening?
Well, whatever. There were more important things I had to think about, like the party. He was non of my business after all.
Beeeeep
I felt my phone vibrate. Shit. It must be dad. With no hesitation, I quickly grabbed it from inside of my pocket.
From: Harry
Can we talk?
Seeing this message, I immediately deleted it. I don't need this right now.
* * * *
"So, you ready for the party?" Lydia asked from the other end of the line.
"Not quite. I don't know what to wear!" I groaned.
"Are you kidding me? Wear something fun!" She suggested.
I didn't really exactly know what she meant by "fun". Lydia's definition of fun was definitely different from mine.
"Fine. This will do." I grabbed a dress I haven't worn before. It was a birthday present from my aunt, though I've never took an interest in it.
"Hope that's good!" Lydia giggled.
"Not sure. Well, my--"
"Bree!" My dad's voice interrupted Lydia and I's conversation.
"Bye, Bree. See you at the party" I whispered.
I then went outside of my room, and went inside dad's. "Yeah, dad?"
"I haven't been feeling better. I'm afraid I can't drive you to Lydia's tonight." He said. He looked quite frustrated by the fact.
But I wasn't. This was what I wanted. Oh my god, yes! Finally, I can go by myself!
Dad continued. "So I called Mrs.Campbell to pick you up since I knew she wouldn't decline my requests."
Oh. So I'm not going to Lydia's house by myself. Oh okay.
*At the party*
"Thanks, Mrs. Campbell! I owe you a lot!" I smiled as I got off Mrs. Campbell's car.
"Anytime, Bree!" She puckered her lips and gave me a flying kiss. What was strange was, she wasn't getting out of the car. Wait, I thought she was staying with us in the party to watch us?
"Mrs. Campbell, aren't you going to--"
"Oh, no, Bree. I wouldn't want to be a party pooper! Enjoy the night!" She giggled, and drove away from the house.
Lydia's mom was so cool.
"BREEEE!" Lydia, and a few other bunch of people yelled from behind me.
"Told you she'll be coming!" Lydia told the others. "They wouldn't believe me!" She whispered to me and giggled.
* * * *
"WOOOOOOO!" The crowd screamed as the pumping music engulfed Lydia's house. Everyone at the party was having such a good time. As for me, I was easily drained from all the dancing and screaming as I was not quite used to this, though I had to admit that this was really FUN.
"BREEE!" Lydia wrapped her arms around me. Her breath smelled like alcohol. She was drunk alright. "Have some Tequila" She mumbled.
"No, I really shouldn't. I'm fine with--"
"Oh, c'mon! You're going to be 18 in a few days, a little drink won't hurt!" She pouted.
I hesitated for a while, but I drank it anyway. I'm sure a shot of tequila wouldn't be that bad.
I was wrong. It tasted horrible. "I need to go to the--" I said as I pushed my way through the crowd and head to the sink. I felt like I was going to puke. Luckily, I didn't.
The night was filled with laughter, awkward dancing and a little bit of tequila. I had never felt so free before. This was what it actually felt to be a normal and free teenager.
"Isn't the DJ great?" Lydia giggled as she jumped on the sofa with me. Boy was she drunk. And boy, was I exhausted. "But I'm sure you'd be more enthralled if Harry was the DJ" She cooed. I had the sudden urge to get pissed at Lydia, but then, I had to remind myself that she was drunk. I ignored her.
"So Bree, do you have any birthday presents you want?" She asked, furrowing her brows.
"None in particular. I'm fine with anything, Lyd." I tapped her on the shoulder.
"Mmmmkaaay. Moving on.." She giggled. I can see that she was still a tiny bit drunk. "how are things between you and Harry?" She winked.
She had to bring it back.
"I've never talked to him since." I said.
"But whyyyy?" She tilted her head.
"I'm.. scared." I barely whispered.
"Of what?" She asked.
"Him." I replied.
"But whyyyy?" She repeated herself.
"The man got drunk and kissed me and he fucking followed me home like he was some creep. Now tell me why I shouldn't be scared?" I muttered.
"Are you sure it's him that you're scared of?" She continued, "Or are you afraid of something else?"
What does she mean by "something else?"
"Ha! I knew it! You're afraid of the possibility of you falling in love with him!" She pointed her finer at me.
What?
"LIES." I groaned and checked my watch. It was already getting late. I needed to go. Dad would be furious.
"I'm off, Lyd. Bye." Lydia nodded with her eyes closed. Was she that drunk?
I got my things and head outside. Before I could step put of the house, I was rather taken aback as a familiar figure stood there in front of me, a motorcycle was parked beside him. It took me a while to decipher the person.
And when I finally did, I gasped.
"Hey.." His raspy tone gushed.
Why was Harry here? And more importantly how did he know I was here?
"Is my advanced birthday present already there?" Lydia yelled from inside the house.
What the fuck did Lydia just do and how come I didn't know any of this.
"I came to pick you up." He smiled.
The party was happening today and I was actually going.
I was stoked. Just thinking about it made me feel all giddy.
I had a good 5 hours left till the said event. Looking for a decent outfit to wear, I rummaged through my messy closet though I didn't have a hint on what outfit was best to wear especially at a party. You can't blame me, I've never been to partied before. Well, not at least these kind of parties. I held onto the different outfits I had found (surprisingly), in my boring closet.
Hm, maybe I'll wear this one?
Nah, too flashy.
This one?
Nah, too showy.
Or maybe this one?
No. Just no.
"Gah!" I finally gave up.
God, what am I doing? I haven't got a dash of good fashion sense in me. I couldn't even tell which was good or bad.
Whatever. Today was a Saturday. A Saturday I had been anticipating for days. The Saturday wherein I would be able to grasp freedom yet again.
"Bree! Come here."
And also, did I forget to mention that today is a Saturday. And Saturdays mean dad was on his day off from work. A Saturday wherein I would be constraint and constantly reminded of my limitations.
I immediately got up from my bed and head to dad's room.
"Yes, dad?" I asked.
As I opened the door to dad's room, I saw him lying down on the bed; he looked a bit pale, and he was sweating all over. He looked vulnerable; a side I had never seen of him up until now. His stressful workload might have caused his current state.
"Dad! Are you okay?" I ran to him and touched his forehead. He was burning.
"Bree.. head to the drugstore and buy me some medicine." He ordered, his voice sounded weaker than usual.
"Okay." I nodded.
"If you don't come back in 30 minutes, I'm going to have to go after you." He reminded me.
"I'll be back soon, dad. Don't worry." I needed to assure him as I can't let him go after me in this current state of his.
I immediately went outside of dad's room, and head downstairs as I needed to hurry. Wearing my pea coat, I opened the door and the cool winter-like breeze tickled my face.
Winter was probably coming.
* * * *
I went to the nearest drugstore I could find, though a long line welcomed me as I entered the store. Great.
I still lined up anyway. Dad needed this, after all. I decided to text dad about the current situation so as I would not make him worry, or worse, even angry.
To: Dad
Dad, the line is really long. Hope you can wait a bit.
There were about a dozen people ahead of me. Crossing my arms, I waited patiently for my turn. I felt like I could doze off any minute with all this waiting. I was never the patient kind, but I had to do this for dad.
It felt as if I waited for years until it was finally my turn. Or was it because I was really just impatient?
As soon as I had bought the medicine dad needed, I immediately went outside of the store, running with all my energy. I had 13 minutes before dad would go after me.
"Ow!" I yelled as someone hit me on the shoulder, causing me to drop the medicine I had just bought.
"Shit. Sorry" A man in a beanie said and bent down to pick up the medicine. He looked like he was in a hurry.
I looked up at the man. "It's okay. Thanks." I said. The man looked really familiar. It took me quite a while to ponder before I recognized him. If I'm not mistaken, he was the man I had seen with Harry at the club the first time we met. Jack, was it?
"You're--" My sentence was left unfinished as he ran away as fast as he could, as if someone was chasing him. What was happening?
Well, whatever. There were more important things I had to think about, like the party. He was non of my business after all.
Beeeeep
I felt my phone vibrate. Shit. It must be dad. With no hesitation, I quickly grabbed it from inside of my pocket.
From: Harry
Can we talk?
Seeing this message, I immediately deleted it. I don't need this right now.
* * * *
"So, you ready for the party?" Lydia asked from the other end of the line.
"Not quite. I don't know what to wear!" I groaned.
"Are you kidding me? Wear something fun!" She suggested.
I didn't really exactly know what she meant by "fun". Lydia's definition of fun was definitely different from mine.
"Fine. This will do." I grabbed a dress I haven't worn before. It was a birthday present from my aunt, though I've never took an interest in it.
"Hope that's good!" Lydia giggled.
"Not sure. Well, my--"
"Bree!" My dad's voice interrupted Lydia and I's conversation.
"Bye, Bree. See you at the party" I whispered.
I then went outside of my room, and went inside dad's. "Yeah, dad?"
"I haven't been feeling better. I'm afraid I can't drive you to Lydia's tonight." He said. He looked quite frustrated by the fact.
But I wasn't. This was what I wanted. Oh my god, yes! Finally, I can go by myself!
Dad continued. "So I called Mrs.Campbell to pick you up since I knew she wouldn't decline my requests."
Oh. So I'm not going to Lydia's house by myself. Oh okay.
*At the party*
"Thanks, Mrs. Campbell! I owe you a lot!" I smiled as I got off Mrs. Campbell's car.
"Anytime, Bree!" She puckered her lips and gave me a flying kiss. What was strange was, she wasn't getting out of the car. Wait, I thought she was staying with us in the party to watch us?
"Mrs. Campbell, aren't you going to--"
"Oh, no, Bree. I wouldn't want to be a party pooper! Enjoy the night!" She giggled, and drove away from the house.
Lydia's mom was so cool.
"BREEEE!" Lydia, and a few other bunch of people yelled from behind me.
"Told you she'll be coming!" Lydia told the others. "They wouldn't believe me!" She whispered to me and giggled.
* * * *
"WOOOOOOO!" The crowd screamed as the pumping music engulfed Lydia's house. Everyone at the party was having such a good time. As for me, I was easily drained from all the dancing and screaming as I was not quite used to this, though I had to admit that this was really FUN.
"BREEE!" Lydia wrapped her arms around me. Her breath smelled like alcohol. She was drunk alright. "Have some Tequila" She mumbled.
"No, I really shouldn't. I'm fine with--"
"Oh, c'mon! You're going to be 18 in a few days, a little drink won't hurt!" She pouted.
I hesitated for a while, but I drank it anyway. I'm sure a shot of tequila wouldn't be that bad.
I was wrong. It tasted horrible. "I need to go to the--" I said as I pushed my way through the crowd and head to the sink. I felt like I was going to puke. Luckily, I didn't.
The night was filled with laughter, awkward dancing and a little bit of tequila. I had never felt so free before. This was what it actually felt to be a normal and free teenager.
"Isn't the DJ great?" Lydia giggled as she jumped on the sofa with me. Boy was she drunk. And boy, was I exhausted. "But I'm sure you'd be more enthralled if Harry was the DJ" She cooed. I had the sudden urge to get pissed at Lydia, but then, I had to remind myself that she was drunk. I ignored her.
"So Bree, do you have any birthday presents you want?" She asked, furrowing her brows.
"None in particular. I'm fine with anything, Lyd." I tapped her on the shoulder.
"Mmmmkaaay. Moving on.." She giggled. I can see that she was still a tiny bit drunk. "how are things between you and Harry?" She winked.
She had to bring it back.
"I've never talked to him since." I said.
"But whyyyy?" She tilted her head.
"I'm.. scared." I barely whispered.
"Of what?" She asked.
"Him." I replied.
"But whyyyy?" She repeated herself.
"The man got drunk and kissed me and he fucking followed me home like he was some creep. Now tell me why I shouldn't be scared?" I muttered.
"Are you sure it's him that you're scared of?" She continued, "Or are you afraid of something else?"
What does she mean by "something else?"
"Ha! I knew it! You're afraid of the possibility of you falling in love with him!" She pointed her finer at me.
What?
"LIES." I groaned and checked my watch. It was already getting late. I needed to go. Dad would be furious.
"I'm off, Lyd. Bye." Lydia nodded with her eyes closed. Was she that drunk?
I got my things and head outside. Before I could step put of the house, I was rather taken aback as a familiar figure stood there in front of me, a motorcycle was parked beside him. It took me a while to decipher the person.
And when I finally did, I gasped.
"Hey.." His raspy tone gushed.
Why was Harry here? And more importantly how did he know I was here?
"Is my advanced birthday present already there?" Lydia yelled from inside the house.
What the fuck did Lydia just do and how come I didn't know any of this.
"I came to pick you up." He smiled.
9/18/13