"I feel drunk already.." Gia mutters in return.
We're parked about half a mile from the party, but anyone could still hear the music from Gia's car.
Lights dance from the house's inside as a thick fog floats from its backyard.
"This should be fun," Kate mutters.
I don't know why we all talk in hushed voices. Probably from the awe we stand in.
"I'm ready if you girls are," I say.
Gia sticks two fingers out flat, exposing her newly manicured hands into the air, "All," she says.
Kate does the same, placing her fingers beside Gia's, "For the," she responds.
I finish the triangle (or it is a hand-hover?) with my index and middle fingers, "Plot." I finish.
Our fingers make a triangle, representing our friendship. Three points, one for each of us.
We begin walking toward our undecided impending doom or impending fun.
Some song I don't know is playing once we reach the door. Red plastic cups decorate the front yard and people's voices echo from the house, basically asking for a noise complaint.
Kate sighs as I open the door.
Immediately, the echo of the music flattens out to its full volume. Its bass bounces from my ears to my body.
Gia yells something, but I'm unable to hear her.
Weed smoke fills the air, it's not as strong as Cirus' so consider me uninterested. At my last school, some guy died from smoking random weed (later found out, NOT weed) at a party.
A series of texts come to my phone.
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9:22pm All For the Plot 89%
Gia
Going to find alcohol.
Kate
Be safe! Meet here at 10!
Vittoria
Kk.
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9:22pm Silas 89%
Silas
When you get here,
come out back.
Vittoria
Alright.
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As I walk through the party scene, I let the energy take over me. I begin to dance.
...
My belly is hurting. From either laughter or booze. Who knows?
I sit on the couch with a group of people. Let's see if I can remember their names, haha!
So we have April (like the month), William (like the prince), Kenna (like...), Darron (like...), and Silas (like...)
I am in between Silas and William, holding my #? red cup. I don't know how much I've had, and I don't know what it is.
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All for the Plot
Romance"Do it. For the plot." - - - - Vittoria St. James is a walking paradox. She is stuck on the outside of her family's inside circle because of her alliance to her parents. She tries distracts herself with the night life but is never happy too...
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