Dancing on Eggshells

This is the part when I go to the most confusing party of my entire life

"I don't know what to wear!" Violet screams into her closet.
"How's about that that pair of jeans"? I suggest.
"I have lots of jeans".
"What about the H&M ones that you wore at the bookstore once with the flower pattern top"?
"That makes my ass look big".
"You have the skinniest ass in the whole damn world".
Winona isn't here yet, so I'm just here trying to help Violet , it's failing.
With faith in her argument ,Violet  even tries them on to prove how big her apparently ass is.
"See!" She yells as she points to her ass. "I look like...one of...like a...I look fat!" She whines.
Sighing, I try to think of a good argument. I finally think of one, but I'm not sure if I should bring it up. Honestly, I don't have any better idea, so I say it:
"Violet, you don't even have a ass...just something you shit out of". I finally say.
She turns around , looking away her closet door which has a long-length mirror stuck to it.
"You really think that"? She says with a sparkle in her eyes as if I just awarded her with a puppy.
I put my arms on her shoulder, stretching them as she Violet is taller than me, like ten feet taller than me.
"You're beautiful, boys will love you no matter what size your ass is! I love you no matter how big your ass is! You could have the biggest ass in the world and Winona and I will love you no matter what".
It's official, I should become a motivational speaker. Especially since my speech works, then there is just the top.
"Hows about the American Eagle one"? I suggest.
"I have lots of things from American Eagle".
It's like dressing a parrot, they come with the same excuses over and over again.
Thank god Winona arrives in the room as Violet is starting to become more difficult.
The same routine happens with the shoes.
"I have lots of pairs of Converse". She argues as Winona suggests ideas.
"You have two!" Winona argues.
"I think that's a lot".
"Stop using the word 'lot'! You have a much better vocabulary  than that". Winona snapped.
Jesus.
Finally, she agrees to wear her white Converses . With my make-up already on, I quickly change into my black Levi jeans, a black tank top and a thin navy , cardigan and my high ankle boots. After I'm dressed, we begin to make our way out of the house.
As we head out,we're forced to lie to Mrs Eskard that we're going to see a movie.
She asks one question: what is the movie?
We tell her the first movie we can think of and easily slip out of the house doors. I know that as I step onto the streets and begin to walk with my best friends that I'm officially a rebel.
I don't know if I like the feeling.

Tonight, I have learnt that when you arrive at a high school party, all you hear is house music , laughing or kids screaming "I just lost my virginity"! or "Woo!" . Either that or you just hear screaming. Not that terrifying screaming like you hear in the horror movies, almost like joyful screams.
Who am I kidding? They're more like irritating screams, not joyful!
Along with all of this ,I feel like a fish out of water. I'm secretly hoping that Winona and Violet are feeling the same exact way and are just better at hiding it.
No one greets us or prevents us from entering the busy house, we just simply walk in. I know for a fact that I won't see Reece or whoever is in charge of this party, there are just too many people.
"This music is terrible!" Winona complains as we enter the house.
I can barely hear Winona complain as we enter, the house music is literally busting my ears.
"I know, all house music is basically the same". Violet yells over the music.
I nod, agreeing as I navigate the house. I also nod because I really don't feel like screaming over this music, I'm honestly too nervous to say almost anything.
"So...what do we do now"? Winona asks, her voice raised to beat the music's insane volume.
As I look around the house, I notice a group of juniors. I don't look at them because I think they're good looking or strange, nothing like that. I look at them because one of them looks familiar. Way too familiar...I know who it is.
"Holy shit!" I yell , not too loudly. I don't think anyone really catches what I say, though. No one turns around or looks at me to show any remarks. I think Winona and Violet just figure out that I yell something in shock.
"What's the matter"? Violet asks.
"Did someone shoot you"? Winona asks.
"Jesus, Winona!" Violet yells, "that is most idiotic question I've heard you ask! If Keoria was shot, she would've screamed so loudly that this whole party would've gone permanently deaf!"
I ignore my friends' stupid argument and instead yell: "Chris is here!" Once I announce that,  I begin stomping towards him.
His brown hair and silver earring is noticeable. He got his left ear  pierced three years ago because of a dare. He barely ever wears it though, I actually forgot his ear was even pierced until now. He wore a hat and beanie for the first two months when he had to keep it in. Mom just thought he was going through a hipster phase and Dad told him he liked his new style. He also has a tattoo on his neck which he has told Mom is temporary for the last three months and he says he keeps putting the same one on.
She'll figure it out soon, I'll tell her soon enough.
Why am I furious that Chris is here, you ask. Mostly because Chris was going to be a good dumbass and make sure Mom doesn't stop at Leslie's house for late coffee and discover that we're not there.
Imagine the conversation.