Oh how she likes to party

It’s evening now. There’s a black pole fence circling the pool and stringed lights wrapped around each rung. Some, that crystal yellow and others forming a multicolored mirage.

She hadn’t wanted to come to the party. Her day was a cycle of events that spiraled down like the driveways of this white suburbia. She had sat in her car, contemplating. She had thrown up on some stranger’s lawn and rinsed it off with the plastic water bottle that rested on her dusty dashboard.

Should I go. Or should I just go home. I will go for her.

She drove through the construction on the busy street, watching her speed this time because she didn’t want to seem eager with arriving early.

Her smile was too big for her face when she greeted her at the gate but she liked that.

And she was the first one to be there, but it was alright. She showed her her crystals that jangled in their pouch in her room. Once everyone else arrived at her doorstep, she slowly began to feel like she was disappearing. She sat in her room with her swimsuit in her hand, wondering if she should just leave. Would she even notice.

But she had begged her to get in the pool, no one else would, so she had to be the one. She drug her in and rested her small body on her back. They dunked under water and she wished that their hair would swirl over their faces so they could kiss under the limelight of the pool. But everyone was watching.

She got out and she begged for her to come back. But it was too much. She had to make sure no one would get suspicious.

She went back into the safety of her room so she could smell her and see her clothes piled in heaps in her closet.

But she followed her.

She looped her arms around her waist playfully and placed the needle on the Rocky Horror record with her light blue acrylic nails.

They danced to Janet’s song, tossing their wet, stringy hair and not missing a single wordCreature of the Night. But they had to join everyone else at the party outside.

No one could know.

She sat at the bonfire with another group to let her eyes tell the flames how she felt. Her goosebumps from the pool slowly went away as the blue and orange light danced across her skin. A song she had shown her came on again and again over the speaker of her phone and each time, they glanced at each other but didn’t smile.

Then she came over to sit right beside her.

Sorry, I’m too lazy to pull up a chair so I’ll just share your’s with you.

Their legs overlapped and their fingers danced on each other’s thighs and stomachs.

Someone snapchatted a video of the party, but the two of them happened to be in a couple seconds of it, sitting like they were.

What if someone sees. Someone always does. We’re just close friends.

She scooped her some rainbow sorbet and they watched each other eat while they listened to people’s stories. But they weren’t really listening.

Why can’t we be alone in your room again.

But I know I won’t do anything.

We’ll just become silently awkward like we always do. Pretending that the summer heat was getting to us. We just have to be in our panties and oh, I have to show you this cute bralette I got.

Then our eyes would linger just a bit too long.

That time, or all of those times we ditched class to eat lunch together and be at your house when no one else was home. To get high and watch Netflix together.

Grab more blankets, it’s cold.

Oh, you’re ticklish there.

Let me hold your hand during the scary parts.

She would play with her hair and she would rest into her chest.

Could she ever hear how fast her heart was beating.

We danced on each other and I kissed you at prom even though my date was someone else but it was all too much. There was too many other people around us. I’m sorry.

Then we fell asleep entangled together after that other party. You kissed me so sweetly and innocently like we were an aging couple that had been married for decades. Kissing each other good night.

Now we’re back at the party and I don’t know what to do again.

I know there will be many more, but how many will it take.

We always party together.

Can you come this Friday. Can you come Saturday.

You’re so scared. And how can I lie, I am too.

But I want to party with you.