partynextdoor // a.i

welcome to the party

"The music keeps playing
And your hearts starts jumping
And your head keeps spinning
Cause the bass keeps turning up"

as. ✨

I sat infront of a blank canvas, my shirt across the room as I stared at the bedroom wall. My mind was scrambling with black and white lines as I sat with a paint brush dipped in red paint; the brush being limp in my grasp. I exhaled lowly, running my fingers through my hair before placing my brush on the sheet that was spread out across the floor. I crossed my legs, picking at the loose thread of my socks. I closed my eyes, folding my hands while I began to concentrate on a certain thing or maybe a topic. I was rudely interrupted by music blaring through speakers and slamming of doors. I opened one eye, as my lips formed a thin line.

I heard something smash outside as I stood up, looking out the window just above my bed. I could see many individuals walking around half drunk, laughing loudly and bumping into eachother. This was the third time this week and my nerves were sky high by now. I took my time walking down the stairs, not bothering to put a shirt on as I opened the door. I walked down the sidewalk, anger boiling in my veins as I clenched my fist. I walked up to the party house as the crowds of people filled the front and backyard.

I banged on the door multiple times before someone answered. Smoke was released as I waved my hand around. When I came in contact with a pair of glistening chestnut irises; my breath suddenly got caught in my lungs. I gulped lowly taking in her appearance.

Her curly dark hair framed her subtle high cheeks and the tighten coils brought much attention to her soft features. Her eyes were kind of like Bambi's as she gazed at me. My eyes traveled farther, examining the way her lips were shaped with the Cupid's bow having such a little arch. The light caramelized skin was glowing with a shine under the little porch light. Her body was covered in an all black dress, the fabric fitted, yet comfortable against her curvy body. The slits on the side of legs showed the tattoos that rolled down her thigh. I saw her lean against the door with a red solo cup in her hand as the rings gave a bling under the light.

She cleared her throat as I met her eyes again, my cheeks becoming hot with a flushed feeling. I felt my hands begin to tremble terribly as I stuck them into the pockets of the sweatpants that were swaying against my legs.

"May I help you ?" Her sweet voice flowed into my ears like delicate candy coated syrup.

"Uh-I-you-can-uh I mean-it would be nice-if you don't want to-," I mentally punched myself in the gut when I begin to stumble upon my words.

"Aye, hard of speakin', eh. Ya' know it would be nice if ya' just spit the words out," I could hear a hint of an accent in her voice.

"The music is a little too loud. If you mind turning it down just a little," I stated, a sympathetic smile appearing on my face.

"Sure, gimme a second," I nodded my head as I heard her screaming in another language, probably to the dj. She turned back to me as I gave her a nervous smile before thanking her. I turned on my heel, as I felt some of the dew on my socks. I mentally cursed myself for coming out in no shirt, sweatpants, and a pair of socks.

"Hey!" I turned around, meeting her eye contact," Why don't ya' come inside? Roll up a blunt, get a drink," She smiled before shooting almost a flirtatious wink towards my direction that her cup was pointed towards.

"No, but thanks for the offer," I said, seeing the smile die down on her face.

"Nice to meet ya', then. Have a goodnight," The caramelized woman states lightly, delivering a small wave with her other hand that was occupied by the plastic solo cup.