As soon as our feet hit the porch, you could hear the music blaring from inside. The bass was so loud it shook the whole house. Laughter and voices filled the air as we stood there waiting for someone to answer the door.
"C'mon Claire, loosen up," my best friend Lou said.
Lou was average height. She was thin and her skin was pale. Her hair was always changing, she never settled on one color for more than a few weeks. At the time it was a bright pink and she was wearing matching pink, sparkly makeup that made her look like a fairy.
"Lou, I'm just nervous. This is the bad side of town and, it's late. We don't know anyone here except David."
I was the opposite of Lou. Personality and looks. I was a few inches taller than Lou and a tad bit heavier, though Lou had the body of a model. My skin had a light tan, still glowing from the summer. Unlike Lou, I never died my hair. It was always light brown and during the summer a few blonde highlights would break through.
Lou had this care free attitude that had gotten us both into trouble more than once. I was shy, and timid. I feared anything outside my comfort zone and that included a party across town where I didn't know anyone.
The door opened and David stood there, a red plastic cup in his hand and a smile plastered on his face. "Hello ladies!" he yelled over the music. Lou smiled brightly and sauntered into his arms. He smirked and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Come on in Claire." I followed the two of them into the house where the music was drastically louder. I felt as though I was going to go deaf.
The house lights were turned off and the only light was shone from colored lamps and a disco ball. The living room was crowded with, what felt like, hundred of kids dancing. "Lou, I don't like this," I whimpered. Looking up I realized that she and David had disappeared into the mob of people. "Great," I muttered under my breath.
Pushing my way through the crowd, I finally managed to end up outside, on the back porch. Surprisingly, there were only a few other people there. I could finally breathe. I pulled my phone from my purse and began to furiously type. "I can't believe you just left me there by myself. I'm going home." I sent the message to Lou and realized that she was my ride. I couldn't leave until she left.
I took a seat on the other side of the deck where nobody was sitting and began to cry. This night was a total disaster. At least that's what I thought.
A boy approached me. "Excuse me?" He asked, "may I ask what's wrong?"
He was tall. Taller than me at least. He was thin and fit. His hair was a mess of brown curls that hung in his face. He was sweaty, but for the first time I didn't mind because he was the only one who was nice enough to come ask what was wrong.
So I blurted out the whole story. Just spit it out to a complete stranger.
"Parties are supposed to be fun," he said after I was finished. I stared into his deep blue eyes and gave a shy smile.
"Yeah I know. I guess, I'm just not a party kind of girl," I replied with a sigh.
"Just give it a chance," he exclaimed standing up. He reached out his hand and cocked his head toward the back door.
"I'm not sure..."
"C'mon. Just one dance. If you don't have fun I'll drive you home. I promise."
What harm could one dance do? And, he was willing to take me home. So I took his hand and let him lead me to the living room.