Senior Year

One

" What did I say you guys! Wasn't a party the perfect way to start of senior year?!"

Screaming was the only way to communicate in the living room, and in any other room in the house for that matter. The music was so loud that houses three blocks away surely heard. Philip Price once said" If the music didn't hurt your ears it isn't a real party." an even Elliot Hamilton agreed to that statement.

"Hey Adam! You know that all of us aren't seniors right!"

" Yeah, yeah of course Clay!"

After Kevin Nelson graduated the fraternity was handed over to Adam Hunter. Philip Price and Elliot Hamilton; the other two seniors in the small fraternity didn't put up a fight when Kevin chose Adam as the head. Which the main reason was because Adam, Philip and Elliot were best mates.

" This is going to be the last year with me here with you lads. Please promise me not to cry yourself to sleep every night after I'm gone." Philip shouted at the top of his lungs. The boy kept on rambling about how much everyone at UCF were going to miss him after graduation. Elliot grew tired quite fast of the Irish nonsense. Deciding to blame his upcoming absence on his empty cup, he slowly makes his way to the kitchen. After Elliot's last three years in college he'd learned a lot about mixing different drinks. A quick look around for his options, he decides on a simple rum and coke. If he really wanted to, he could put effort in a search around the house for a bottle of his favourite wine, it wouldn't be worth squishing in between sweaty teenagers for.

With drink in hand he leaned back against the fridge. Letting his gace wander around the thrashed kitchen he sighed heavily through his nostrils. Thinking of a plan to escape the cleaning up the morning after, Elliot declared that pretending to be sick, running off or act dead were the best option. If he didn't manage to pretend being sick, running off or act dead Elliot would much rather clean up the living room or the yard, because getting the stanki stank out of the kitchen would need help from those cleaning ladies on the telly. The ones that help hoarders out to get rid of all their unnecessary shit. The ladies would have to bring all of their lemon and baking soda stuff.

"Well, the smell is never going away from in here, I guess. Because there are for sure no ladies here, or clean at least." Elliot thought to himself.

Cleaning the bedroom equalled cleaning up other's sex mess. That's almost even worse than the literal shit and vomit in the bathrooms. After Elliot really thought about it, cleaning the yard were going to be hell to. Even more vomit and shit. Taking a rain check on cleaning were all Elliot could think about in this moment. Enjoying the party wasn't on his mind at all. Elliot felt weird about it since he usually loved to party. He really didn't like to host parties because of the after math's. It was Philip and Tyrone's idea to throw this thing, so he feels its kind of unfair that they are going to drag him down with the cleaning.

"There were at least fifth teen other gatherings around campus, so why wouldn't we just go to one of those? No responsibility's, just going getting wasted and leave when you were bored."

Elliot's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sudden start of music coming from the backyard. He couldn't tell what song was playing since the music inside the house clashed together and just created noise. Walking outside to tell them off because Elliot swore that the neighbours were already pissed, Josh scratchy voice startled him.

"Hey Elliot! Come and hang with us!" He yelled. After Elliot had come close enough to not have to scream, he said.

"You really have to turn that off."

"Tell that to Hanna, she's the DJ."

A girl behind loads of people in the far corner waved her hand with a phone in it. Elliot grouted out loud and thought

"That explains the Justin Bieber."

Hanna, please turn it off. There's music inside and if you guys play out here as well the neighbours will kill us even slower than they've already planned." He felt like a bitchy party pooper, but he seems to be the only responsible one here at the moment.

"Well if you put it like that..." and the music stopped, except the one coming from inside the house.

Josh and the guys had started a campfire on the right corner of the yard and people were packed around it. Elliot couldn't figure out what all these people were doing here at their lame party and not at any of the other ones.

"You already know my DJ girlfriend Hanna." Josh presented her with a swirly hand and a bow. The and gesture was one of those ones that you make when presenting something fancy, like a lobster at a restaurant before you will chomp down on it like it was your last meal on earth.

Josh then took her hand and kissed it, causing Hanna to blush. Her friends sat on the ground behind her and they were whispering about something that was probably very important. They looked exactly like what teenage girls look like in the movies when their friends were flirting with someone. What could he expect though? That was what were precisely what was going on. Now Elliot knew what he could expect from now on since Josh continued to introduce him to all of the girls.

"This is Olivia, and this is Pheobe and Nicole." He wriggled his but down in between the Pheobe and Nicole girls.

Both of them smiled widely at Elliot and Elliot smiles back. The two of them were actually very beautiful. Long wavy ash brown hair with big blue eyes, but nothing to gush about.

The right one that Elliot was pretty sure were Phobe, didn't stop staring at him for the rest of Josh's introduction.

"This in the four V's. Veronica, Valerie and Wilma." The three of them were practically The Heather's. Valerie was Heather McNamara, because she looked like she was loaded. Willma was Heather Duke, even though she didn't seem to have that big of a breast, but definitely had some work done. And at last Heather Chandler. That role went to Veronica. Even though her name was Veronica there were no way that she could be 'The' Veronica.

"Hold up, you said 'the four V's' there's only three of them." Elliot said with a confused look at his face.

"See, Wilma here" Josh pointed at her with a lazy finger while his face screamed 'duh'.

"Her name is spelled with a double W, sooo... The four V's makes the most sense, ei?"

"Oh my God I can't believe that I didn't get that." Elliot answers with a very sarcastic voice and even did a face palm to make everything even more dramatic.

"So, where did you take the inspiration from to come up with 'The four V's'? GossipGirl?" He gave them a look that suggested that they were stupid. Elliot had a hard time reading their faces, but he was joking even though it came out a little harsh he hoped that they wouldn't come for him.

"No wait... Mean Girls, right?" This time his tone was better than the time before. He did decide not to say anything else since they kind of started looking a little mad.

A sudden oink sound came from the right side of Elliot, causing him to take his eyes of the four V's and move his gace over to Pheobe. Once again, a pig like sound came out of her.

"She's so cute when she laughs like that." Elliot thought to himself. As he kept staring at her she continued to laugh, Elliot couldn't help but to laugh with her. The sound wasn't the most pleasant in the whole world but the way she gasped for air in between every oink was so wholesome and there was no way for her glistening eyes not to stain Elliot's with the same shine.