I lied on my sofa in comfort, breathing in the weed. Tonight, I was getting high.
Until.
"Y/n...." I felt a little tug on my arm. I let out a soft moan and rolled over. "Y/n" she said again." I sighed. "Go away she's trying to get high." I could tell Wendy was rolling her eyes. I just knew her like that.
I heard her soft little footsteps patter across the wooden floor. Good, she's gone. I closed my eyes and felt the world around me disappear.
Then came the water.
"AHH!" I screamed. I opened my eyes and found myself soaking wet. Wendy was staring down at me with a bucket. I wiped my eyes. "Fine Wendy. WHAT do YOU want to do tonight?"
She smiled. "Party."
***
I opened my drawer to find the skimpiest, tightest dress I could wear. A black laced romper with tights. Perfect.
I curled my hair into an updo and tried on my red pumps. How does Wendy always convince me to go out?
Oh that's right- water.
I've got to get her back someday. Although, I'm horrible at pranks. I would always hide in the closet as a kid in an attempt to spook my little brother Clyde. He always told me I failed at spooking him because I was a "loud breather." Sure.
Wendy ran into my room with ripped jeans, a neon tank top, and converse. I shook my head. "Wendy you're going out like that?" I said chuckling. She snickered in response. "Me? You look like a trampy porn star!" I rolled my eyes while she continued to laugh hysterically.
***
It was cold, and I was starting to regret not wearing a jacket. Wendy had brought her fuzzy, white coat while I proceeded to suffer.
"Don't worry y/n, we're almost at the club!"
I stopped."club? You said we were partying at a friend's house." She shook her head. "I said we were partying WITH my friends at a club called the house!" We were right in front of "The House" now, and there was no point in going back now.
I opened the doors to reveal the possibly loudest and brightest place I had ever seen. I must've been in heaven.
Or hell- probably hell.
Everyone was matching with Wendy- neon tees and jeans. I was over dressed, and I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Especially hungry perverted men looking for a taste.
I sat in a lounge chair and started to pout. I knew I couldn't leave Wendy here. She was bound to get drunk and I had to be her sober ride home.
"Hey." An unfamiliar voice said to me. I looked up. A tall, maybe 6' 2, muscular man smiled down at me. "Need some company?"
Before I could answer, he scooted his way next to me. "So where are you from?" Mr. mystery man said. I looked away. "I don't mean to be rude sir, but I just don't feel like talking." That only made him scoot closer. "Come on lady, I'm just lookin' for a fun time." His hand caressed my thigh. I slapped it away. He did not give up. "Come on baby, lets have a fun time."
Just then, I felt the man leave. How odd. I looked over to where he was sitting. There he was unconscious with a black eye. I looked up to the man who punched him. The new man just shrugged.
"You said you didn't want to talk."
