"How did you like the party?" Paris asks putting on her seatbelt.
"It was great." Yeah except for the part when Zayn, Liam and Niall started taking shots and Harry disappeared with Paris for a couple hours. It was great.
"You know Liam had his eyes on you for quite some time O lala."
I can't help but smile at Paris's ridiculousness and the fact the Liam was more focused at the back of me. We drive around with the top down Paris's hair flowing in the wind, mine sort of just there. I haven't really took the time to look at Paris. She is beautiful that's for sure, a made-up beautiful as for naturally not-so-sure. A more rocker girl style, heavy black mascara, fake lashes and bright red lipstick. The city is on the verge of blinding. Flashy Lamborghinis drive around with flashy animal prints, like who does that. Answer; Anyone with money to throw away. Paris reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out a cigarette. Wait no it's a- I know what that is and I want to be far away from it. I lean against the door.
"Paris what the hell are you doing with that."
"Oh yeah want one."
"No!" I yell hitting it onto the floor. Paris curses and picks it up.
"What it kills you? Yeah I know, so does McDonalds." Paris laughs but this is not funny and that- yeah it's illegal.
"WE Can go to jail. Cops. Hello."
She blows smoke out of her nose and I fan it away.
"Babe kids can't go to jail they just say that to scare us." For a Junior she is pretty retarded but there is no way I'm going to jail for her stupidity.
"Oh don't tell me you believe in Santa too."