Not Possible

Chapter Twelve: The Blowout Bash (2)

I'm biting down on my tongue, keeping my mouth shut from saying any vulgar profanities. Obviously he didn't care for Emily like how I cared for her. So deeply, too. It sends a small chill up my spine just thinking of it. I can't quite put it into words, but I felt as if it was my sole duty to protect this girl with everything within me. Hopefully I'll gain the honor of being something better than a friend or old-time crush, but for now her safety is my concern.

I need to find out this secret and fast!

Dylan pounced in the room with an ecstatic attitude. "The decorations are up and the party's in tee-minus twenty minutes."

There was no use in spooning out the information with Dylan around. His intrusion messed up everything, but he finished decorating so I gave him a firm and thankful nod. The little man looked like he was ready to squeal from excitement. He's a party lover. We all are. That's why everyone was coming to my shindig. To let loose and get crazy.

We won't be young forever, but I already got scientist to work on a youth elixir. Oops, I've said too much!

A horrible funk fanned up my nostrils and I flinched back in horror. Was that smell coming from the corners of my body? I need a nice shower if this is the case. I can't smell putrid around my visitors.

"I'm going to get ready. I advise you do the same." I said and both Dylan and Michael stood up to salute me. Idiots.

My feet magically made its way to the bathroom and in the shower.

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Emily~

"Ugh, why is my hair so long?" I complained while yanking my head back. My knots had knots and each tangle turned into a big clump of hairy mess. 

Consider going as a lion. Your hairdo is set. I joked. Is it weird that I laughed to my own joke? Eh, I've been this way since birth. Either you love it or leave it.

I clasped one hand in my hair, brushing the strands into one until finally the top of my head had a neat, tight, and almost painful bun. I already caught a massive headache. Pride kills no pain. It kills no pain. Beauty doesn't come easy folks, always remember that.

I peered at my peach halter dress from the help of my full body mirror. I added a silver chain and charm bracelet to complete my ensemble. An outfit is never complete with accessories. Not with me. It brings the whole piece together. I learned that from Kenner.

A small silver heeled shoes was supporting my weight as I strutted down the stairs for everyone to see. Nearly every person in the room had their jaw drop to the floor at my supposedly amazing appearance. I guess I looked better then I thought. Then again, I never found myself to be called beautiful. Call it insecure if you will, but I don't see any part of me to be stunning. I was just plain in my eyes.

Mom looked at me questionably, "Your definition of a costume is far from mine." She laughed, sarcasm seeping through her words. I looked towards Jules dressed in her black, leathery jumpsuit and midnight dark mask. Her waist had to have grown an inch wider because her figure was out of this world! She was an ultra-super model! It was in her from the very first day we met.

Mother darted her eyes to Brad who couldn't find the right words to say. "Uh...flur-turdle-dur-hurdle-urh?" I think he asked us. I don't know how he expected us to assist him in gibberish. We don't talk idiot.

Kenner then joined the Mom train in questioning my lack of comical outfits. "What Brad is trying to say is; Don't you think you're too overdressed for the party? We're not going to dine with the President, Ems." She teased.