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FORTUNATELY FOR US, DANIEL finally blinked after a few more hours. None of us were there to witness it obviously, but our friend is fine and doing amazing. He's back to his "normal" self and hopefully ready to drive us to Zach's annual New Year's Eve/Birthday party tonight.
Even though he definitely acts like he accidentally does illegal drugs most of the time.
Parties haven't always been my forte, but due to my outgoing and lively friends I'm always dragged along. Sadly, I've been to way more than I could count. I do end up having a great time mostly, other than the one get-together in Sophomore year where I had to drive Daniel to the Emergency Room.
My friend-group has a completely different personality than me, as you can most likely tell.
I'm wishing I end up having more fun than usual since Louis is coming in company with us. At first I didn't want to tag along. But, whenever Louis seemed excited about it I figured I should go. In 2021 I'm hoping to step outside of the box and out of my comfort zone more. Which means attending more gatherings and even meeting more people, maybe.
Zach's party starts around 9, 9:30, from what I've heard from my peers. I've attended every single one he's thrown, starting with the most "iconic" one in Freshman year. His parents are always out of town, mostly since they're deadbeats that don't care about their son's birthday, and his whole home is free to us. Most of Vincent Valley High attends, even some from other schools in our district do as well.
I have around 2 1/2 hours to get ready. It's more than enough for me, but I have absolutely no clue what to wear. Wearing a dress tonight sounds tiring and wearing just jeans is too casual. I have no idea what Mariah or Ivy is wearing either, so that isn't much help.
Maybe, go in between and wear a skirt? I don't know, maybe Louis can help once he arrives. I stood in my closet doors with my index tapping against my chin, my eyes puzzled to every square inch of my clothing.
