Blue Howard (boyxboy)

7up and 7down part 2

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Chapter 6 – 7up and 7down part 2

We’re on the balcony when the first group of people arrive. It’s still early, but those are the ones who are supposed to transport the kegs to Jocelyn’s house. They have a food trolley that they are pushing, inside it are two kegs. “Where the fuck did they steal those?” Jocelyn mutters, there’s a frown upon her face. I chuckle, sitting on the edge of the balcony, swinging my feet. And I see the first trolley is followed by another, but the dude pushing it is having some trouble, because the road is a bit bumpy.

“So, where’s the party?” A girl stops a few feet away from the steps that lead to the balcony. Her hand is on her hip, and the expression she’s giving is cocky. I glance at Jocelyn who is wearing a big smirk like it’s the accessory, Swarovski crystals and all.

“I am the party,” Jocelyn says and chortles. She pushes herself up from the chair and walks elegantly to the steps. Even though she’s wearing jean shorts and a T-shirt, everything else about her is like she’s stepped off the red carpet – she’s got the aura of an Oscar winner. “And if you want the party, you have to be nice.” She then smiles kindly, and the girl drops her hand from her hip.

“If that’s the case,” she starts and walks up the steps to meet Jocelyn. She reaches out her hand, and says, “I’m Lorie.” And from that moment, I know that they are going to be great friends, or if something goes wrong, the best enemies.

When I go inside, I see Anton who has started his party earlier. There are empty beer bottles on the floor. I shake my head and pick them up. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, staring at the floor. His eyes are glassy and I’m pretty sure he’s thinking about Clarice.

I leave Anton be, and instead try to help Jocelyn. I know I have to be a good friend, but sometimes it’s best to leave the person be and feel whatever he’s feeling, so he could get over it.

After an hour, more people have gathered, and most of them are outside because of the nice weather. That makes Jocelyn more than grateful; it means her closest group of friends can go upstairs and play spin the bottle. I don’t understand why she loves that game so much, but I guess what’s important is she being happy.

“Come on, guys!” she yells and waves the green bottle. All these people are strangers, and she hasn’t invited Lorie to join us. Part of me is glad I’m invited; otherwise I’d feel left out. I gulp down some beer, because I feel tense, and I don’t want to worry about school, or family, or my past. This is the perfect opportunity to let go, and start fresh.

My eyes search for Anton, but I don’t see him on the couch, where he was minutes ago. Jocelyn is on the stairs, gesturing for me to hurry. Then I hear the familiar voice coming from upstairs, Anton’s. I smile to myself and rush up the stairs, following Jocelyn into a master bedroom which has a walk-in closet.

We scatter around the floor, which is covered in beige carpet, and it’s certain that this carpet won’t stay clean after that party; whether it’s the drop of beer, or wine, or something else.

I look at the strangers, and feel like the odd boy out. I’m not wearing my usual all-black clothes, but I know I still seem like the sad emo dude. There are more boys than girls: six smirking faces, and three giggling and one who holds the bottle, Jocelyn.

The room is dim, with only two night lamps lighting the room. But it feels cosy, and I start to relax muscle by muscle. Anton is next to me, his head resting on my shoulder. Jocelyn looks at me and winks. I frown, but then she turns to look at the others. “So I assume everybody’s ready?”