Getting Over You

(1) Party

I rushed around my living room, throwing any trash into the bin as quickly as I could. Taking a good five hours, I finally completely cleaned my house so it was spotless. The house of course wasn't absolutely disgusting, it just needed wiped down and swept a bit. You may be wondering why I am cleaning so frantically in the first place. Well, let me answer that question for you.

"Y/N! You have to let me! Come on, it will be fun!" Holland pleaded into the phone as I sighed.

"I don't know Holland... you know i'm not a big party person." I argued, even though the idea did seem kind of fun.

"I have people expecting a party Y/N, and regardless of how much you don't want it, we are going to party!" she paused to catch her breath. "I'll buy the snacks and drinks babe; just get the place set up and good looking." She giggled and ended the call, not even allowing me to protest.

I dropped my head into my hands. There was no way of avoiding this now. Oh how Holland is lucky that she is my best friend.

Now, completely exhausted, I slumped against the couch and waited for Holland to show up. It's been a good six hours since I was forced to prepare a party, so now I just wait. I wasn't even fully sure who was coming, I just figured a bunch of people she knew. I've never really been the social type, so the whole idea wasn't very fun to me.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door. I stood up and stretched my limbs, awkwardly limping to the door. I gripped the knob and turned, and before I could fully open it Holland shoved it with her arm and came stumbling in. I stumbled back and hit my head against the wall behind me. Rubbing the spot that I had just hit, I looked over to see her walking to my kitchen with a couple cases of beer.

"There is still a lot left in the car. Tyler and Dylan are here to help carry it in." She giggled and ripped one of the boxes open, placing the beers in the fridge and coolers I set out.

I sighed and walked down to her car, spotting the two boys she spoke of previously. Tyler bear hugged me and Dylan waved. I giggled and tightly hugged Tyler back, since I haven't seem him in a couple years. He's changed a lot, not that that's a bad thing of course.

"I haven't seen you in months and all you do is wave? Get your ass over here." I said and pulled Dylan towards me by his forearm. He stumbled and awkwardly fell into me. I laughed and hugged him like a normal person, him returning that hug. He tucked his head into the crook of my neck and laughed. I pulled away after that and reached for a couple of bags from the trunk of the car. There was various types of alcohol, and enough food to last me for a good couple of months. "Jesus, she really went all out on the shopping part." I giggled and grabbed five more bags. It hurt, but I didn't want to take a bunch of trips.

"You got it?" Dylan asked, walking beside me with some cases of beer.

"Yes, actually I do." I grinned, tilted my head up in a snobby playful way and strutted into my house. He laughed and followed, quickly walking past me and stuck his tongue out. Dropping the beer at the table, he walked past me with a wink.

"What was that about?" Tyler asked, sharing a look with Holland.

"I don't know what your talking about Posey." I winked and dropped the bags, walking back out to go get more.

I sat alone on my front porch, smoking a cigarette. I blew the smoke out and looked to my left, where I found a couple of people making out against the fence that separated my yard from my neighbors. I cringed as I could see the couple sticking each other's tongues down the other one's throat. Standing up, I put the bud out and walked back into my house.

As soon as I walked in, about six different people ran in front of me and down the hallway. I peeked my head around the corner to see one of them fall over one of my tables, making the rest of them trip and stumble. I giggled and walked off to the kitchen. Grabbing a beer, I popped off the top and flicked it into the trash bin. I took a long swig and made my way towards my back yard.

"Y/N!" A voice shouted, causing me to stop before I walked out the door. I turned around and Holland gripped my shoulder, breathing heavily. "D-Dylan and Tyler are fighting."