Eve Arethousa
the student greeting party had came quicker then I had thought. That morning I got ready, taking a nice warm shower in the small bathroom attatched to the bedroom. I tried my best to be quiet, Cameron could be cranky if woken up too early.
So, hair dripping, just a towel wrapped around me, I tiptoed over to my dresser. I pulled out my undergarments and slipped them on. The small slivers of morning sun felt good on my fresh skin. I glanced up at through my pale peach curtains over the balcony door, seeing the clear blue sky. I smiled, loving the fact that it was such a beautiful day.
I turned to the bed, hearing Cameron adjusting under the covers. I let out a soft sigh, before getting up and setting out my outfit. It was still too early too get ready completely, so I through on one of Cameron's t-shirts and slipped into bed, pulling my macbook onto my lap. The party didnt start until noon, so I decided to waste some time on tumblr and shopping online. As the time rolled passed I could hear some voices downstairs, and I figured people had began arriving early.
Cameron woke up at around 10, slumping off to take a shower himself. I finished eating cereal and watching an episode of Merlin before going to straighten my hair to get the frizz and wave out of it. With some music playing from my laptop I brushed out my hair, sitting in front of my vanity mirror. Cameron came out of the bathroom, a towel on his hips. He came over, blonde hair dripping, and gave me a warm kiss on the cheeks. I gently pushed him away, giggling.
“your going to get my hair wet.” I said inbetween laughter. He laughed, putting on some clothes. I continued putting on some light make up, pulling up the side of my hair, clipping it with a bow. I was fairly excited to meet some of the students that I might be sharing a class with in just two days. I was glad too get out and mingle. It was getting difficult only spending time with Cameron. I loved him, immensely, but in SaltLake I had a whole cheersquad that were my best friends. I was always out with them if I wasnt with Cameron. We went to movies, went shopping, had huge sleepovers. It was strange being away from them. I looked at my phone, no new messages. With a disappointed sigh I finished putting on my mascara.
I didnt know what I was expecting. None of my friends were trying to contact me or answering me since I left. It was hurtful, but what could I do? I guess the friendship wasnt really as important as I thought. My eyes misted just at the thought. I shook it away, getting up and taking off the t-shirt. I slipped on my sky blue dress, ajusting the bow that sat on my bust.
Cameron put on his black converse, and threw his varsity jacket over his white t-shirt. He stepped over too me, just as I tied the laces of my blue tennis shoes. He pulled me into a hug, and kissed the top of my hair.
“you look wonderful.” he said just as I wrapped my arms around his waist. I let out a little giggle,
“your sweet Cameron.” I said softly, burring my face in his chest. I was grateful I still had him with me. Even if he could be a pain or possessive, I was lucky to have him by my side. I slowly pulled away, looking up at his smiling face.
“you ready?” he asked, moving a piece of my hair away from my cheek. I nodded and we headed out our room door, my hand in his. When we got down there music was playing, and the scent of food was wafting out from the kitchen into the entire first floor. People were chatting, and laughing. The front door was opened and there was people on the porch and on the front lawn. The place was packed, it must have been 30-40 people, and every moment that passed by more people showed up.
I wandered over with Cameron, who went outside to hangout with few of his football friends. I was glad he made some new friends. I never knew football players could be so similar. They reminded me of his friends back home. I stood with him a while, half listening to a conversation about game plays, bands, and awkward jokes, all while playing on my cellphone. I kept looking around, smiling at those who looked over, wishing I could get away and go talk to people.
Kat came out, holding a red plastic cup half full of brown liquid, with Arian next to her. She saw me and the two walked over.
“what's up Eve?” she asked, taking a sip. I just shrugged,
“nothing really, just hanging out.” I side glanced at the men laughing with Cameron, she looked around and nodded.
“having fun?” she added, raising her eyebrow. I hesitated, taking a glance at Cameron.
“oh yeah, its a nice party.” I said nodding. Kat and Arian slightly chuckled. Kat motioned to the door,
“why dont you come with me to pick out some music.” she said with a smile. I bit my lip, and looked over at Cameron. He seemed not to really noticed so I nodded, and followed the two inside.
“Cameron's part of the football team?” Kat asked as we walked too the living room. I nodded,
“how did you know?” I wondered, looking over at her.
“i just assumed, since most of the people he was hanging with are in the team. I went to highschool with em'”
“ohh,” I said, as she took another swig of her drink. We wandered over to the stereo. Arian disappeared once we got into the house, and I wondered where he could have walked off too. Kat and I talked about various stuff and picked out some CDs. We had odd stuff in common, and other stuff not even close. But oddly we got along well. I was glad to be talking to someone other then Cameron, but I was disappointed to hear she was in none of my classes.
“occultism?” I asked, as we sat on a leather couch near a front window. She nodded, twisting the rings on her fingers.
“yeah,” she said with a chuckle, “the study of the supernatural, like witches, vampires, stuff like that.” I shifted awkwardly.
“you like that kind of stuff?” she nodded, her smile slightly wavering. “isnt it like satanism stuff?” she frowned,
“no, no not at all. Its just stuff people believe in, like myths or religion.” I looked down at my lap. I've never met anyone so normal who believed in such strange stuff. The only other person I knew who liked things like that was a heroin addicted orphan girl who was in my geometry class sophomore year. She wore just black, never washed her hair, and you could always see bruises on her face or cuts on her arms. I heard she died the summer before senior year.
Everyone I knew before this, went to church on sunday's, prayed every night, and went to church camp. Of course I left my hometown to get away from those people, but still, it was odd to hear someone so openly talk about things like that, and even have a school offer a class in it.
“are you alright?” Kat asked, looking at me strangely. I looked back up at her, nodding.
“yeah, its just back where I came from not many people were into stuff about that. To be honest I dont know much about it other then what my paster said about it being sinful. But he said a lot of things are sins.” she slightly chuckled, covering her mouth with her hands.
“oh honey, everything fun is sinful to pasters.” we both laughed. I guess if I wanted to get away from the way of life I left behind, I was going to have to open my mind a little more. But I wasnt going to go out and pick up a book about vampires and witches, one I wasnt really interested in those things. Plus, it was still pretty scary.
Though I was glad I was making new friends, even if it wasnt a pompom wielding prep star. The more I thought about my old friends, I knew I didnt fit in as much. This was one of the first times I was actually having some fun with someone, even if some of the stuff she talked about I didnt really understand.
I was actually having a good time.