Her Name is Memory

12| empty void

Despite the house being packed, I felt uneasy in the sea of unfamiliar faces.

"Let me know if you guys need anything. I have to help with making drinks so I will talk to you guys later," Kelsey giggled before waving bye to us. David finds a table of different assortment of drinks and food. He pulled two cups of jello and handed them to me before taking two himself.

"To your first party in Alabama," David toasted, holding his red jello in the air. I grimaced at the toast, uncertainly holding the jello as toast before downing the jello shot in one go. When I finished the second one, I heard David gagged.

"Shit that's spiked."

I placed the empty cups in the nearest table with a chuckle.

"I didn't know David had a weak stomach. Should I offer you chocolate milk instead?" a voice said. I turned slightly to Sabrina waving with a smirk.

David glared at her.

"How long did it take for your pea sized brain to come up with that one?" he smirked.

"You make it too easy," she said with a smile.

I know first hand that them bickering could take a while so I just took a slight step forward to say hi to Sabrina.

"How's the party so far?" I asked Sabrina.

She shrugged, pushing her black hair back and looked around.

"White," she muttered, gesturing to all the Caucasian people at the party. "Glad there's more color in the room." Her eyes fell on me and smirked. "City boy here knows what I'm talking about. Latino parties are better than this. Especially New York City."

I nodded with agreement, looking at the party in front of us. There were couple of Black people, but for the most part, Sabrina was right. I didn't realize how different parties would be. Most people were singing karaoke in the living room, playing beer pong in the back, playing drinking games, and socializing.

My friends and I would dance, eat junk food, drink, and just enjoy partying with our community. There were many drunk memories, but that was just a party. When Mom found out I was going, she said that Latinos knew how to party.

My ears were ringing from the loud, drunk singing of a pop song I never heard of.

She might be right.

"Wait, how did you know I use to live in the city?" I asked her, realizing that I never told her where I was from.

"I heard it from a friend," she said.

"David?" I asked, watching him open a beer and taking a heavy swig.

She shook her head.

"No. Elise," she responded, drinking her beer with a smirk on her face.

My head snapped towards her.

"You know Elise?" I asked with sudden interest.

Sabrina frowned at me, her eyes appearing distant. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to follow the arm back to Angela. She was dressed up more than usual. Instead of a normal shirt and shorts, she was wearing a red romper that cut short at her legs and had a deep V shape in the front, showing off her body nicely. Her hair was curled, falling towards her backside.

"Hey," she said, reaching for a hug.

I hugged back.

"Hi Angela."

"Yeah. Hi Angela," David said a little too cooly.

She peered over and gave a friendly wave to David.