I Wanna Feel Weightless
I'm Gonna Party Like It's My Civil Right
I just got off the phone with Jack. I should probably start getting ready for the party. I'm not going to do anything special with my outfit.
I walk over to my closet and grab my usual black skinny jeans with holes in the knees and a Blink shirt. Now to tame my hair.
About 15 minutes later I have styled my hair to perfection and did my signature winged eyeliner and put on some mascara. I don't like foundation and shit. It feels weird on my face and I don't like the way it looks on me. I run downstairs and pull on my converse and throw on a beanie right as the doorbell rings.
"Hey" I smiled at Jack once I opened the door.
"Hey. You ready party?"
"Yeah. Just let me grab my phone" I run back upstairs to my room and grab my phone shoving it into my pocket. I pass by my mom in the hallway. I run over to her and give her a hug.
"Bye mom"
"Bye NikNik. Call me if you're staying the night over there and don't drink to much" My mom winked as I pulled away. My mom's not a strict mom.
I ran back downstairs and to the front door where Jack was waiting.
"Now let's go partayyyy" I laughed. God that boy is hyper. This party should be fun. For the first time in a while I'm actually excited to go somewhere and do something fun.
Notes
Sorry it's short. I wanted to write the party into a separate chapter. I have an idea for the next chapter and you're going to meet some new people.
Get well soon Bree!!! Being sick is never fun. Here. Have a cookie -gives cookie-
Title credit: I Feel Like Dancin~All Time Low
<3 Kayla
@aweirdkindofyellow
It's such a good story and if you look at the comments the most recent ones are me which I find hilarious
5/25/18