Skins

[Aubs]

“Hello ladies,” a voice spoke out, causing Amara and Jamie to turn back. As they did, a smile formed across Jamie’s face while Amara on the other hand rolled her eyes. He is such a douchebag. Amara thought as she simply stared at the guy, who from the girls turning around had revealed to be Elias.
“Elias, Hi!” Jamie responded in a sing-songy way.
I know this bitch just did not. After we just talked about this dude and everything. I mean damn, she’s my best friend but this girl is almost on the point of desperate at this point. I’mma have to pray for her or something. Amara continued to say nothing to Elias, simply pursing her lips and eyeing him.
“So how are you two doing?” Elias asked, stepping closer to the two girls.
“We’re doing sooo good, how about yourself?”
“Eh, I’ve been better. Can’t complain though, you know?”
Amara folded her arms across her chest. “Oh, we know. We know. You're moody, we get it.” She monotoned sarcastically, as she glanced at Jamie and gave her the I can’t with you, bitch look. “So what exactly made you come over here, El?”
“What do you mean?”
Jamie’s lip quivered. She could feel something coming on. Bracing for dear life, she took a step to the left. “So, what are you wearing to the part-”
“What do you mean, ‘What do I mean?’” Amara barked at Elias, ignoring Jamie’s attempt at trying to maneuver the conversation toward another topic. “It ain’t like we that cool. You never really talked to us outside of the group.” She unfolded her arms as the three of them entered the library and walked up a long flight of steps in the south wing. Passing flight after flight, the three of them climbed stairs until finally getting to a door.

Meanwhile...

“We have to get you a girl, man,” Nate spoke, taking a puff of a rolled up joint. He coughed some, then laughed for no reason at all immediately after. “What else have you lied to me about? You don’t like none of that art shit, do you? You faked it all, huh?” He took another puff before passing it to Cole.
Taking his puff, Cole grimaced. “Stop being a dumb fuck,”
“And who’s to say if I did you’d be telling the truth?” Nate played.
“Ughh..”
Nate grabbed a hold of the lit joint and took a puff of it. “Don’t worry bro, we’ll be getting you laid so soon you won’t even remember about that vcard anymore. I’ll show you the rope and in less than no time you’ll be a made man.”
“I don’t know if I should be worried about that or not.”
“And I don’t know if I should worry that maybe you might be gay after all.”
Cole snatched the joint out of Nate’s hand and put it in his mouth. Then, he playfully shoved his friend as the two boys laughed at each other the way they used to when they were just young boys playing tag on the playground. It seemed that while time had progressed them appearance wise and personality wise, their friendship was still young at heart.

“It’s not like you tried to talk to me either, you know?” Elias finally continued a few minutes later when they were walking down a long dark hallway. “Why should I make the attempt to talk to you if you never did to me?”
“Did it phase yo thick ass skull that maybe I just didn’t like you?”
“Damn, Mar. Harsh, much?” Jamie responded taking a quick look over to her best friend’s direction. She shook her head and said nothing else, opting to take her hiatus from the argument.
“I think that would have been more effective if I actually cared,” Elias admitted as he touched the handle of a large metal door and opened it. After opening it, the three of them walked outside onto what was the rooftop of the school. They each took a few steps and not to their surprise had been Nate and Cole already there.

“Fucking finally!” Amara shouted, almost sprinting over to take her own puffs at the blunt. “I swear if I had to continue listening to Elias whine any more I would have beat his ass.”
As Amara exaggerated over-dramatically, Elias glared at her.
“Boy, boom.”

[Aubs]

Back in the Present..

“Wait, wait, wait..” Nate’s mother spoke aloud, snapping him out of his story. Being removed from the beautiful visual scenery of the rooftop, Nate found himself still trapped inside of his parent’s ride as the three of them drove fast down the highway. Somehow being back in present time brought down a serious hammer on Nate's mood. If he'd been high during that moment, everything certainly would have been ruined at that point.
“Wait what?”
“What does this even have to do with tonight, Nathaniel?” His mother pursed her lips in a, 'You better get down to the facts this very moment' look.
“It has a-”
“We want to hear about TONIGHT, Nate. Not two days ago, not a week ago. Tonight.” His mother looked back at him and glared. “We’re not playing with you, Nate. This is not a game, this is your life. Stop fooling around and get to the damn point!”
Nate rolled his eyes and stared out of the window. “Whatever. I’ll start with tonight then..” He sighed. "So we all met up at Ford's house before his costume party started. We were in his room talking when Ford says-"

Sunday, October 31st, 2010. 8:15 PM

[GnomesAteMyCake]

"Dude, seriously, did we have to walk? If we come across any kids, I'm scared we'll get arrested," Cole muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose with a paint-splattered hand. Whereas he had gone for a costume that reflected himself- denim overalls over a checkered shirt, sleeves rolled up, a cap perched on his head and painting utensils sticking out of his pockets, the entire getup covered in paint- Nate hadn't. Or if he had, then Cole really had to question his friend's sanity.

"Hey! Kids love Pee Wee!" Nate snapped back, giving Cole a slight shove. He'd slicked his dark hair back, donned the red bow tie and grey suit, and was walking with more than a slight swagger. Sighing, Cole removed his cap before carefully replacing it on his head, tweaking his hair slightly so that his fringe hung properly.

"That's my point," he answered back moodily, putting his hands in the overalls pockets as he and his best friend turned to walk up Ford's drive, the sound of music already reaching their ears, the baseline pulsing through them as they got closer and closer to the house. "How many people did he say he'd invited again?" Cole asked, eyeing the cars that lined the street and front lawn. He glanced at Nate, who was grinning as he eyed the siloettes of dancing teens through the thin certains of the downstairs floor.

"Who gives a shit Cole! This is gunna be fucking awesome!" Slapping his friend on the back, Nate raced up to the front door, not bothering to knock. As the music volume increased as the door was pushed open, Cole realised why; no-one would be able to hear them knocking anyway. The dim lights, smell of alcohol, weed and hot teenagers assulted them as the pushed their way in. Man, I hate coming to parties half-way through, Cole thought to himself as Nate dragged him towards the kitchen, in search of someone they knew, or if no-one was around, beer. Either all the good shit is already gone or everyone's too pissed to remember you even arriving. But noooo, Nate had to make an entrance by arriving late....ain't no-one going to even notice us now. Cole moodily accepted the plastic cup of drink his friend handed him, and the boys downed it. Smirking, Nate held up a half-full vodka bottle and beckoned Cole close.

"Better to take this now than come back for it later and have it gone, am I right? Let's track down some drunk girls, my boy; I am not letting you leave this party till you bury your dick in something, and it better be female!" Rolling his eyes again, Cole allowed Nate to lead him into the living room, where the music was the loudest, his eyes peeled for signs of any of their friends.

[Ms.Fiction]

Elias took one last puff of his cigarette before flicking it out into the cool night air. The usual, get drunk, get high, be casual, get fucked parties, were his forte, but dress up parties? Not so much. So he kept it simple. Dressing in all black with a pair of fangs, some eyeliner and white face paint and hair gelled to excellence. The only thing ruining his look was his blackened eye…

” Why can’t you ever do anything right” he screamed at me as I bent down to wipe up the spilled soda on the floor.

“It was an Accident, David, an accident.” I replied to him, through gritted teeth.

“You’ve just been full of accidents since fucking birth, haven’t you?” My father slurred at me as he kicked me in the ribs, flailing me flat on the floor. I let out a cough as I caught my breath.

“Fuck off.” I pulled myself off and walked past him, lightly brushing his shoulder, he grabbed my wrist spinning me around.

“What did you just say to me?” he spat

“I said to fuck off.” He threw a punch, but I ducked just in time. In return he shoved me up against the kitchen wall and held me by my throat.

“Are you going to say something like that to me again?” He asked. With my best attempt I shook my head no.

“Say you’re sorry you worthless piece of shit! Say you’re fucking sorry!” He shook me beneath his grasp. I could feel my head getting light by the lack of oxygen flowing in my body.

“So…Sorr…Sorry.” I finally managed to rasp out.

And that’s when it happened. A full blow punch to the face, and he let go of me. I fell to the floor and curled my knees up to my elbows; I coughed a few times and wiped at the blood spewing from my nose…Dad went back to his usual routine; Sitting on the couch, drinking his whiskey while watching porn and acting like nothing had happened…”

Elias pulled up to Ford’s house and parked, grabbed his wallet and fixed his hair in the rear-view mirror. He paused a moment to touch his blackened eye and swollen parts on the left side of his face.

“All over fucking spilled soda.” He said with his face grimaced and sigh to match. He exited his truck by slamming the door shut and striding his way to the front door.

“ Damn.” He stated as he opened the door; the room was full of people and a smoky haze overflowed the room that smelled of weed and alcohol; a typical Ford party. The only different thing was the multiple Slutty Rabbits and Kinky Fairies prancing around the room hanging over guys and dancing in their slutty manner.

This is what I need. Slutty girls, booze, and some good drugs. Elias thought with a small grin before searching for Ford.

“Hey Elias.” Some girl dressed in a kitten outfit purred at him.

But not this girl. He looked her up and down. Let’s just say the fat hanging out over the top of her jeans was not attractive.

“Hey.” He said pushing past her.

“Wait, where you going?” she purred; wrapping her fingers around his wrist, obviously drunk out of her mind.

“Finding Ford, have you seen him?”

“Who’s Ford? Isn’t that a type of Car?”

“Fuck. Forget it.” He said, tearing her grip from him. Strangely enough, drunken people bothered him when he wasn’t drunk; especially, drunk, slutty, ugly, kitten girls. He caught the back of Nate and Cole’s head and shoved his way through the crowd of people towards them.

“Hey, have you all seen Ford?” Elias asked after he finally caught up with the two.

“No, dude, we just got here.” Cole said; Nate ignored him.

[Aubs]

“Wow, this is actually better than I thought it’d be.” Amara admitted as she and Jamie lounged together in what was one of many living rooms in Ford’s huge house. Both girls sat on a large couch, as many people walked past them. As the kids walked by though their eyes all scanned something new to them all, Amara’s costume.

“I still can’t believe you actually wore that. Mar.” Jamie admitted as she herself stared at Amara’s more than revealing look. For a girl who’d worn baggy clothing every day for the past nine years, this was a totally new thing for the tomboy. She wasn’t sure how everyone was going to perceive her.
“Every girl is allowed to dress slutty at least once in their lives, boo. Halloween is just the excuse girls get to do it and actually be complimented on how much of a ho' they actually are. But if anyone asks, I’m Britney. I’m sure they’ll all believe me anyway.”
Jamie laughed. “Well, she does dress slutty pretty often.”
“Try every day of the week.” Crossing her legs, Amara took a sip of her drink as she slowly turned over to Jamie. Before she could continue talking, she noticed her best friend staring at her as well. This made her rather uncomfortable and an uncomfortable Amara made for an aggressive Amara. “Bitch, damn, is there something you like? Don’t be tryin’ to pull this lesbian shit on me,” She glared and moved an inch over to her right. “I don’t see what the big deal is, what because I decide to dress like this for one night only people are suddenly obsessed with me or something.” Seeing guys eyeing her, Amara stood up. “Damn, let a bitch breathe! Back the fuck up! Actin’ like y’all never seen a girl dressed like this before.”

Jamie grabbed her friend and rushed her into the other room. “Mar, god, what the hell is wrong with you? People admire your body, that’s a compliment. There are people who would kill for your body.”
Amara frowned, but she was finding that it was pretty hard doing so with Jamie dressed as a zombiefied Kelly Osborne. “Yeah, I get what you’re sayin’. I don’t know though.. I probably should've worn this.”
“If you didn’t know and you were so uncomfortable Mar, you wouldn’t have even worn that outfit here in the first place.”

As the two girls walked into the other room, they saw their friends and approached the group when jaws dropped.

“WOW!” Nate spoke out at Amara as he and the two other boys inspected the tomboy. “Who knew Mar was supplying the goods?”
Cole froze in his place. "I- I- didn't."
Elias smiled. "Me either, man."

"Come on, not you three dumbasses too!? I thought this would be funny."
"I told her that it's a compliment that everyone's ogling her, but she doesn't believe me." Jamie chimed in, wanting to get her 'I told you so!' moment.
"It is," Nate responded, attempting to help. "If I would have known you were hot before, I probably wouldn't have gone after all those other girls!" He smirked and then immediately started chucking like a hyena.

"Gee, thanks PeeWee.. or should I say, Little-WEE Herman." Amara pointed down to Nate's bulge in his pants, causing her and Jamie to laugh together in unison. If there was anything funnier than a pun, it was penis jokes.

"So what are you two supposed to be anyway?"
"You don't want to take a guess? I'm the bitch who has you whipped, Britney." Amara struck a pose, similar in fashion of what Britney would have done. "Believe me, it'll only be a matter of time before we're making out in the bathroom."
Nate laughed. "You're killing me, man.. So what about you Jamie?"

[Eva]

"Uh, can't you tell? Ratty, purple-streaked hair? Messy clothes? Dumpy posture? Blood all over my body? I'm a zombie Kelly Osborne!" she said, as if this was something that anyone would find incredibly obvious. "OBVIOUSLY, my character's purpose is to illustrate that the way that the press and society treat rising stars will lead them to self-harm and possibly death. The hair illustrates pride, in one's self or their creations. The blood shows the PAIN, the SUFFERING, the HORROR of Hollywood and the things that come along with a career there!" Jamie exclaimed dramatically, arms flailing.

A few seconds passed.

"R....really?" Cole asked.

"No, not really." Jamie replied, completely blasé. She then looked at the boys, annoyed. Jamiewas the only girl there, that she had seen so far, who didn't have her tits hanging out and her booty flying everywhere. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course. To each her own. It was just frustrating that only NOW were boys paying attention to Amara. It wasn't fair.

"You know, guys, it's not very forward-thinking of you to stand their with your mouths open. Maybe you should be gentlemen and ask us ladies how we're doing." she snapped.

[Aubs]

“Oh!” Cole muttered loudly, after hearing Jamie’s comment about them standing with their mouths practically open and how they should have asked her and Amara how they were doing. While the never did it any time before, seeing as they never really thought of the two as being girls really, he saw where she was coming from. He had to admit though- they never would have ogled Amara that way before but just seeing her that way brought out a different side to her. She was.. a girl. Well, not that was wasn’t any time before. She was what the perception of girl was. Jamie could have at least picked up on that and done the same. “So-uh..” He started awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. He couldn’t have possible went the direct route and said “How are you two doing?” but he figured that there wasn’t exactly any other way to say it. This was truly a dilemma; a real dilemma indeed.
“SO?!” Amara roared, as she hooked her hands against her hips aggressively. She might have been pissed, but who could take her seriously looking so.. hot.
“So- uh..”
“Get to the point, retard.” Nate chimed in, elbowing Cole in the arm. “Does it seriously take that fucking much out of you to ask them how they’re doing?” He looked from Jamie to Amara and vice versa. Sighing, he continued. “Since Painter Cole obviously can’t get over his boner for Amara here, I’ll do him a favor and ask you two how you’re doing.” Always the charmer, Nate smiled his signature shot. It added more notches in his douchebaggery meter.
“But that’s not what it was!” Cole exclaimed. “I just didn’t know what to say!”

“Ugh…I need to get high. This is not working. Where the fuck is Ford at?” Amara shifted her eyes over to Elias, Ford’s best friend. “Isn’t this supposed to be HIS party?”
Elias shrugged. “I was looking for him too, I just got here actually.” He scanned the room some. “I didn’t know I was supposed to be Ford’s guardian and know his every move though,” He sarcastically responded, his eyes flashing at Amara. “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.” He grabbed ahold of a random partier’s arm. “Hey, have you seen Ford?”
“Who?”
“Ford, dumbass! The motherfucker who’s house you’re in right now.”
The random kid shrugged. “Never heard of him-” He snatched his arm from Elias’ grasp. “But tell him this party is banging! Nice place too!” The guy walked off into the large groups of people.
“Well that certainly helped.” Amara commented, wanting to annoy Elias more.
“IT was something.” Jamie spoke out, looking at Elias. “But it really is rude to throw a party and not be in the vicinity of it. Least that’s what my mom says. And we all know how good she is throwing parties.. I wonder where Ford’s at though?”

“Ha! Did you see what Britney is wearing?! I know, she looks a hot mess, right? I almost died of second hand embarrassment! God, she’s such a loser. I feel bad for her.” A girl laughed over her phone, as she made her way past the crowd. She hadn’t been dressed up in costume, well to the average eye she hadn’t, donning a simple white party dress with pearls; her hair up in a fancy bun only people who went to rich dinners wore. But her simplicity in costume and natural gorgeous looks caught Nate’s eye. Wow, Sal’s looking sexy, Hm.. maybe she’ll actually let me get a little taste tonight? Damn, I should have been a vampire tonight! He thought to himself. As he started to walk forward to approach her, he noticed Elias had already been on the prowl way ahead of him. “Damnit..”

“Elias said he’s going over there to ask her if she’s seen Ford. He’s so thoughtful. You guys could learn a thing or two from him.” When Jamie spoke of Elias, her eyes lit up with much enthusiasm. But at that point, of the four people standing next to her, who hadn’t known of her crush on him by now? She talked about it quite frequently. Way too frequently in Amara’s opinion. “Hey, there’s Clyde! Maybe he’s seen Ford? CLYDE! Over here!”
“Bookworm, at a party? You sure it ain’t somebody pretending to be him or somethin’?”

[Gafe]

Clyde's eyes were shifting from the red plastic cup in his hand, half of which he'd already gulped down, and a pack of girls all bare skin and dirty dance moves a short distance away. For someone who so rarely got invited to this sort of social situations, he didn't have much else to do. Sitting down in a couch, next to a couple that was making out, Clyde already cursed his situation. The lower part of his white shirt sported a red stain, a couple of minutes ago someone had -quite cleverly- run at him with a red beverage in his hand. At least the impact hadn't hit him square in the torso. He sighed. A sitting position hid the stain; he didn't want people to notice.

"CLYDE! Over here!” His ears perked up, as did his head. Someone had called his name. Someone had definitely called his name. He unglued his gaze from a passing Salome and scanned around the room. A small group of people were turned towards him. Grateful for a chance of social interaction, he leaped off the couch, slinked around the affectionate couple and joined the guys who'd called his name.

Through the fake blood and purple hair, he recognized Jamie, next to another hot chick Clyde didn't exactly recognize. The painter costume and lanky frame ratted out Cole next to who could only be Nate. God, Nate. One of the people who held Clyde's own reputation way above who he truly was.
"You rang?" He asked the group.
"Yeah, we were wondering if you've seen Ford. We can't seem find him for the life of us." Jamie informed him. In Clyde's opinion, she was the nicest of the bunch.
"Ford?" He didn't feel like giving a negative response to the four pairs of eyes staring intently at him. "I -uhm- I think I saw him headed upstairs when I arrived. No clue where he is right now. Sorry guys."
"Mhm, I think we just discovered the first thing Bookworm doesn't know," A voice all to familiar laughed, followed by a chorus of three other chuckles. Clyde, however, was stunned. The mostly unclothed girl had spoken exactly like Amara Jones.

His eyes visibly widened. She was Amara. If Halloween was all about not being who you usually were, the girl had hit the nail right in the head.

"Nice blotch too. Though my friend here's dressed as the better messy painter." Nate patted Cole in the back. Of course one of them would notice the stain and mock him for it too. And of course it had to be Nate. Clyde wondered if Candice had bothered coming to the party, though clearly that an invitation would've reached her ear was doubtful to begin with; he could talk to her easier than he could with the guys before him. Then again, hang out with brainiacs and be classified as one. Such a bother.
"Yeah, Clyde, what're you supposed to be?"
"I am... I was supposed to be a magician-"the kind that goes do magic tricks at kids' parties, not a Merlin or Harry Potter shit kind of magician, I do not need that "-but some dude took the hat. Think he barfed in it too." The group's mouths collectively curved downwards, grossed at the news. Clyde thought of something to break the silence.

"So, uh, do any of you have any 'stuff' I could take?" And by the air-quoted stuff, he meant drugs. He'd never taken any, not any of the real hardcore ones, but hell, it was never too late to start. Plus, he knew of Nate's silent reputation. A party was a better place than any.

[Ms.Fiction]

OOC: Edited by Aubrey to reformat colors.

Daaaaaayyyuuuummm. That girl is fine.
“ Hey, hey you. Excuse me. May I have a word?” Elias said, lightly grasping the beautiful girl’s frail wrist, attempting to seize her attention.

“What?” She said, turning around, holding her phone to her chest, covering the earpiece.

“I was wondering if you’ve seen Ford? The party host?” His voice asked, smooth as silk and filled with admiration.

“No, I haven’t.”She said, with a small smile.

“Oh, well thank you.” He paused and gave her a sly grin, “You look very beautiful tonight. It’s very classy, unlike most of the girl’s here tonight.” Elias scoffed with a light laugh, letting go of her wrist and sticking his hands in his pockets. The girl just kind of stared at him with her deep brown eyes. Elias felt like melting under her gaze. What the hell…Elias, pull it together man.

“So, what’s your name? I don’t believe I’ve met you before.” He asked, slightly uncomfortable for the first time in his life. Maybe she does go to the school or maybe she’s new. Hell, Elias doesn’t pay attention at school to who’s there and who’s not. Who couldn’t give two flying fucks about it.

“Salome. You can call me Sal.”She said, as she turned to walk away.

“I’m Elias, nice to meet you.” He said, touching the back of her shoulder lightly to grab her attention once more. She turned around and smiled.

“You too.” There was an awkward pause, “I should probably be go-“

“Wait! Would you maybe want to come have a drink with me? Maybe hang out some tonight?” He asked, that nervous feeling itching at the back of his throat once more. He kicked at the ground, instantly feeling self conscious about his blackened eye. God**** you dad. You always seem to mess everything up.

“Well, I guess I could” She said and looked at him with a curious expression placed upon her face as she put the phone back up to her ear.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll call you back…. I’ll be sure to take pics of Britney for you…. I’m telling you, she’s tragic tonight.”

She said with a laugh that rang like the bells of angel in Elias’s ears. He glanced over to the group while Sal finished up her conversation. His eyes fell upon Nate’s fuming expression.

Me- 1 Nate – 0 He thought to himself and smiled deviously over at Nate, who gave him the bird in return.

“Come on.” He said to Sal, bringing her over to the rest of the group.

“Guys, this is Sal. Sal, this is Jamie, Amara, Nate, and Cole...Oh and Cleo...Or was it Clay?” He said, with a warm expression on his face. After all, he has to keep up a cool, nice, clean demeanor until he gets a shag, right?

“Dude, we already know her.” Amara said, with a dramatic eye-roll.

“Yeah, dumbass.” Nate said as he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Elias.

“Well, it’s better to be polite when you’re unsure...” Elias said. Damn, I can’t believe I’ve overlooked this girl for so long.

“Doesn’t she look stunning tonight though?” He asked, shifting the attention slightly.

“Elias-“ Sal started before Amara jumped in.


“Boy, don’t be puttin’ on an act. We ain’t stupid. We all know you the rudest bitch here.” Amara interrupted, crossing her arms over her chest.

Christ sake, this girl doesn’t know when to shut up. She may be looking bangable for once, but damn, doesn’t mean she needs to run her fucking mouth.
“What Amara? Jealous the attention isn’t on you for a bit? Starting to act like britt, eh?”
He laughed lightly, “Not my fault you look like a certified prostitute on the corner of Fourth Avenue. Just like all the other girls here.” He spat at her.

“Nu-uh, oh no, boy, I am not a slut. Out of all of us here; you’re the biggest fuckin’ slut; probably in this whole damn party! That’s a fact lova boy; you always be up in girls space, always lookin’ to get a quick lay in before the nights end. Girl, don’t be fooled by his act. He’s a trouble making little fool who runs around actin’ like he’s a baddass. We all know he’s a pussy though.” Amara retorted, fevered by his remark apparently.

“I didn-“ Sal started once more


“Stop being such a fucking bitch, Christ sake. For once I try to be nice and you jump down my throat like a nigga’ on crack!?” Elias raised his voice slightly angered. Even if she was right, she didn’t have to acknowledge it, especially in front of a hot girl that he just met, it is his life after all; not hers. Besides, Elias isn’t the only one; Nate’s either running ahead of him or at a close first in the man-whore department.

“Nigga’ on crack? Awww Hell Naw! You did not just, you wait till I get my hands on y-“

“Guys, just shut up. Seriously, we’re at a party to have fun, not to fuckin fight.” Jamie jumped in, trying to chill the two out; she clasped onto Amara’s arm and lightly touched Elia’s.

“Yeah, guys just chill. Everything’s okay.” Cole added on to Jamie’s remark. Everyone fell silent, the music pulsed in the background and the conversational flows around them still continued. Laughter and light playful screams filled room. Everyone shifted uncomfortably; unsure of what to say.
“Maybe I should get going.” Sal said, glancing at Elias.

“I’ll come with you... Come on.” He said, grabbing her hand and stomped off without a word dragging her along. He was fuming and very agitated by now and needed an escape from these idiots.
“I can’t believe them sometimes! I’m sorry.” He exclaimed to Sal, “That Stupid little bitch is always up in my business making off the wall remarks. I can’t stand her! You don’t believe her do you? I’m really a good guy, truly, I am.” He added on, still fuming, but none the less, lying through his teeth.

[Aubs]

Salome wasn’t sure how to respond to Elias or the entire situation that had just unfolded before her. Truthfully, she would have just walked off and continued to go on as if anything hadn’t happened but seeing Elias the way he was made her feel bad just a tad. What, I said a tad! Sal sighed, as she looked him directly in the eyes and continued to be silent. She automatically assumed upon meeting him that his black eye had been eye make-up, but during further inspection she realized it’d been real. Yeah, this wasn’t awkward at all.. This is probably the most uncomfortable thing ever, but he’s really hot in a bad boy/outcast sort of way. Such a predicament I’m in right now, huh? Spend the night alone or accompany hottie over here? Think Sal, you’re an intelligent girl, what would be the smart thing to do? She just about got ready to walk off before Elias reached for her hand again.
“You don’t believe her, do you? I’m really a good guy, truly, I am.” He spoke, trying his hardest to convince her to stay with him.
No matter what he was saying, Sal wanted to walk off. This was way too heavy for her. Especially for something she herself hadn’t caused. [well in her opinion at least] This is seriously the first time I don’t know what to do. He’s so good looking, but even at my shallowest, I don’t think I could give him much of a chance. However- she paused in thought and continued to look at him. There’s something about him.. I don’t know what it is, but I want to know more. Don’t know about tonight though- especially after what just happened. I feel bad- I should probably just lay him down gently instead. Out of all the handsome guys in the place ready to fall to her every command, Salome wasn’t sure why this guy made her question her priorities. Normally, it’d been quite easy for her to run from any situation that brought itself to her, but with this guy holding on to her she had to do something. Or at least say something. “I uh-” she started, her brown eyes flashing. “I don’t really know you to tell if Amara was telling the truth about you or not. You seem like a nice guy and all, but- I don't know. What I will say though, after years of knowing her, Amara may have the nappiest hair and the worst attitude of anyone I’ve ever met but she tells it like she feels. I’d rather have someone flat out not like me, then having people smile in my face and pretend. She doesn’t do that.”
Elias furrowed his brow in questioning. “But what she said-”
“Wasn’t the first time or last time anyone’s said mean things about me, Elias. Believe me, what she said wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. I’m not some defenseless girl, I have thick skin, despite what people assume. I know how to deal.” Salome reassured while smiling. And as she did, it was as if the angels had descended from heaven.
Elias certainly felt his heart flutter some. What was with this girl? “I just don’t think she had the right to say anything about you. I could care less what she said about me, but when she brought you into the situation I had to say something, you know? You didn’t deserve that.”

“I uh- thanks. That means a lot. Really.” she let go of his hand and cupped hers together. “That’s nice of you to do and all, but I should probably be-”
Elias frowned before interjecting with, “No, don’t. Just give me a chance. Please.” He stared deeply into her eyes. “I promise if you, just give me a few minutes alone to get to know me, you won’t be disappointed.”
He just won’t give up will he? He's persistent, I'll give him that. Salome thought to herself as she shifted her eyes at the people moving past them. She sighed. Ugh, what will it hurt? I don’t have anything else to do anyway.. making fun of Britney’s gotten pretty routine anyway. “Okay, you lead the way then.”

Elias grabbed a firm hold of Salome’s hand and lead her upstairs to a bedroom. As he opened the door, to what had been Ford’s parent’s room, he took a quick peek inside to make sure no one else had already been inside having sex. Clearing the coast, he lead Sal into the room and the two of them sat on the large circular bed. Salome cleared her throat. “Alright, you’ve got ten minutes.. Impress me.” She crossed her legs and looked at him with a playful expression planted across her face. If he really wanted to "know" her and not use her he was going to prove it then and there. Sal figured what with how desperate he'd been to get her up to the room, the least he could do was entertain her for a few minutes.

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OOC: Gafe, I made Clyde's dialog in Teal. If there's any specific color you want him to have, just let me know. And Salome is written in Tomato for y'all information. Should've said that in the last post. Anyway, continuing on..

“When I get the chance, I’m beating the shit out of that bitch,” Amara fumed. She was quite surprised how easily it’d been to push Elias’ buttons the way she had. She had always pegged him to be one of the mentally strong in the group, with Nate being included as well. But after seeing his outburst it really showed him what type of person he really was. “It’s real funny how when people who don’t keep it real keep all their feelings about people to themselves and them lash out when they feel like they’re being cornered. And then the fact that this bitch had the audacity to lie too-”
“Mar, seriously, just let it go.” Jamie pleaded with her best friend as the group of five surrounded each other on their way to find Ford.
"It's not worth it,"
Nate on the other hand laughed. "But what if it is worth it? We'll never know if she doesn't do it, right? We should probably let her do it, so we see if it is or not!" Cole and Jamie glared at Nate. "You're not helping the cause!" They walked into another room. Still no Ford. How could a task that seemed so easy in theory be so hard in actuality? As each of them passed in room by room, neither of them could find the host of the party. This was getting out of hand.

“This is fucking useless.. I’m calling him,” Nate voiced, as they all stopped at a couch, each taking a seat on the arm rests or on the cushions. Nate looked over to Cole. “You brought your phone too, right?”
“I never use it since I’m always around you guys, but you know I can’t leave the house without it.”
“Wait, wait- so you mean to tell me you fools seriously BOTH brought your cell phones, but neither of you had bothered to think to call Ford before now? Like, how stupid does that sound right now?”

“Yeah, that does sound pretty dumb!” Clyde responded other enthusiastically from his end of the sofa, to which Amara and Nate responded back in unison, “Shut up, Clyde!”
“What? I was just sayin’..”

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“Ten minutes? Ha, I’ll impress you in Five.” Elias said with a light laugh. He studied her for a moment; looking into her eyes, a quizzical expression upon his face. It was time to be serious.

Salome got comfortable on the bed, folding her legs and resting against a large pillow. She smiled at Elias, noticing a change in his behavior compared to how he was downstairs. He seemed calmer here than he had mere minutes ago, which probably had been on account of her wonderfulness of course. Tossing her hair playfully over her shoulder, she listened as Elias brag about how he didn’t need the full ten minutes, that he could impress her in only half the time. She giggled at his over confidence, sure that he had to have been letting his ego take control of himself. It was then, that he took her for a surprise,

“What’s your biggest fear?” He asked, simply and surely.

“My biggest fear?” Sal asked unsure of how to take the question at first. Honestly, Salome hadn’t really been that deep with someone she’d just met. Hell, she wasn’t even that too well in thought with friends of her own. How did this guy think he was just going to get something so personal out of her so quickly? “I don’t know..” she lied through her teeth, looking away from him the first time since being in the room.

Elias laughed lightly at her. “That’s usually the first response you receive from someone. It tends to be an uncomfortable question for some reason.”
"Oh really now?"

“Let’s go second grade here. I, Elias Delgado, double dog dare you to tell me your biggest fear.” He said, in a voice filled with playful authority, then added, “But seriously, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He swore, using the scouts honor sign.

Sal laughed, she thought it was cute of him to be as playful with her as he was. Surely her fear couldn’t be all too bad, not as bad as his was anyway. Fear was fear though, it had a way of getting it's nails under people's skin and never leaving.
He felt a little relaxation now that he was away from everyone. Elias doesn’t do well with not being under the influence around big crowds of people. That stupid Amara bitch didn’t help his already pissy ass mood either. He plopped down on the bed and rested his head on his arm, and looked up at her, watching the expressions run through her face as she continued staring away.

She continued to stare at Elias, choosing to not directly respond back to him. She played with the ends of her hair some, being a little more flirtatious toward him. God, you gotta say something Sal, he’s not taking the normal bait all the others do. He actually wants you to be, smart.. She looked away from him for a second before placing the fingers of her left hand against her right earlobe. He said he’d tell you his secret, if that means anything at all. I bet it’ll be something cheesy like- “Not knowing how to love” or something ridiculous! At least if you get anything out of it though, there will be a laugh! She thought to herself as she sighed.

“Fine, I can't resist a dare anyway..” Sal spoke out, smiling. “My biggest fear is-” The moment her eyes locked with his was when she decided to lay most of her cards down on the table. “I was going to lie and say something completely irrelevant, but I decided to be frank with you. And you’re probably going to think this is so stupid of me, but-" she paused again, thinking of how to phrase herself.
"You gonna say it or not?" Elias joked, letting out a smirk.
"Okay, okay.. I’m afraid of dying and having nothing to account for.” She continued to stare at him. “I want people to recall things I’ve done and be like, “Wow, that Salome Yorke was something else, right?” or “Damn, Sal was the greatest!” I do everything I can to make sure I’m well known and well liked, but of course there will always be people who don’t like you. I can accept that, just as long as they’re truthful with me. Which was what I was trying to explain to you about Amara a while back..” She rested her head on her right shoulder. “Ugh, this sounds so cliché, but I really don’t want to be an unknown. There’s nothing in life for people who are unknowns. Alright, you can judge me now..”

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"C'mon, Mar, you know how rarely I use my phone," Cole muttered, finishing the blackberry from his pocket and putting in the password to unlock it. "Cut me a break, yeah?"

"Boy, don't act like I just slammed your religion or something," his friend remarked back, touching up her hair as she glance around the room, eyes peeled for recognisable faces. "It just seems a dumb-ass thing to forget, is all..."

"Heh, this is Cole we're talking about," Nate said smugly, getting a punch from his friend and laughter from the girls. He copied Amara and stared around the room as he held his phone to his ear, biting his lip as the phone continued to ring. A quick glance at Cole reveiled that he wasn't getting an answer either. When the automated answer machine message began to play, Nate angrily hung up and shoved the phone into his pocket. Cole followed suit, sighed loudly and pushed himself to his feet.

"You know what? Fuck this noise. I have vodka, I know where Ford's mom's secret liquor cabinet is; let's get shit-faced." He smirked as Nate patted him on the shoulder with a wicked grin, and Amara and Jamie wooped and leaped up from the couch. "Clyde, you in?"

"Uh, s-sure," the boy stammered, hurrying to his own feet and following after the four others, a feeling in the pit of his stomach that this wasn't going to end well...


(( Sorry the shade of pink is wrong, Aubs! I couldn't for the life of me remember the name of the shade until AFTER I'd previewed -___-))

OOC: Edited by Aubrey for color revision. Mar is Crimson, btw.

[Duvet de Mot]

Upstairs in the master bathroom, a fairly drunk Ford stood hunched over the marble counter-top, clumsily filling a small brown shoebox with small, carefully wrapped, blue packages. After he'd greeted the first few guests to start off the party, Ford had retreated to his parents' bathroom to finish up putting together his friend's special requests from lunch several days before and drink the last of the scotch he'd set out. Finally placing the last package into the box, Ford went to leave the bathroom...

Without warning, the bathroom door behind Elias and Sal swung open, followed by Ford waltzing out in a cheerful manner, whistling "Amazing Grace" to himself as loudly as he could manage. Elias turned quickly at the sound as Sal jumped and then gasped upon seeing Ford's costume. "Ford? What are you doing, dude?"

Ford just smiled, not that it could be seen beside the fake brown beard he wore on his face, and replied with his newfound alcohol-induced confidence. "I'm blessing the party with my presence. What are you doing?" He eyed Salome with a smug grin on behind his beard. "And who's this?"

Elias scowled slightly at Ford's unwelcome appearance, but kept his composure well while he was in front of Sal, although Salome was quite a bit more open with her annoyance. "I'm Salome. It's nice to see our host finally decided to show his face."

Elias quickly cut in, worried about Ford's retort in this state, "Salome and I are talking, Ford..."

Nodding smugly, Ford reached into his box and tossed one of his blue packages at Elias with a smile, before turning to leave the bedroom. As he opened the door, he turned back, giving Elias a wink and commenting, "Have fun and remember: 'WWFD?'," before closing the door behind him in a fit of laughter.

The music blared in Ford's ears as he walked down the stairs, doing his best to careful not to step on his long, tan robe or trip over his sandal on the way down, yelling various things, such as, "Bless you!" or "Get hammered!", over the music to random people he was passing. It was looking to be a great party, which caused Ford to give a sigh of relief: business would certainly pick up after this. Maybe he had a chance getting a quality girl or something instead of -he gave quick look around the people in the room- sluts...

Eh... Whatever... If I want sex, I know where to find it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ford caught sight of a beautiful, dark-skinned girl over in the corner of the room. She was fucking so hot and wearing clothing so tight, Ford couldn't help his reaction. He found himself staring at the scantily clad girl and then mindlessly walking toward her before a voice called out, "Ford!" while another merely stated (rather unintentionally), "Jesus..." Standing next to the woman he'd been staring at was a smiling Nate, trying to stifle a laugh, and a group of aghast faces staring at Ford's 'Christ Costume'. Ford's alcohol clouded mind went into overdrive as he confidently strutted up to the group, tossing the shoebox he'd packed onto the coffee table next to them. "Yes, my children, it is I. And who's this?" Cocking a curious eyebrow, Ford foolishly gave Amara a suggestive up-down.

"What the fuck is wrong with everyone tonight!? It's me, Amara!" Jamie acted quickly, having to hold back the enrage Amara before she killed Ford, succeeding in calming her advance to the point of a permanent scowl.

"Fuck... Seriously? Damn, you're hot!" Ford's mouth was agape in disbelief, as he watched Amara, who was now near the breaking point of Jamie's grasp, while Nate was rolling on the floor behind him in tears of laughter. Collecting himself as Jamie got Amara under control, Nate stood up shakily, wiping tears from his eyes before pointing at the box Ford had brought down, asking, "Dude, (ha-ha)what's (chuckling breath) that?"

Ford looked around for a moment before his eyes zeroed in on the box. "Oh, that! Yeah, this is the shit I promised you guys! Labeled and everything! Take the one with your name on it or whatever!" He let loose a goofy, drunken grin as he opened the box and poured the contents out onto the table.

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The group of teens each grabbed a box from Ford, soon opening them to confirm that their orders were fulfilled to their likings. Smiling more than he had much before, Nate put his box into his pocket and lunged forward. “Well, I’m ready to get fucking sloshed. Cole, lead the way to the free Vodka bro!” He cheered, as they all filed out into another room in the lower level of the house. Cole opened the cabinets, while Ford passed around cups.

“Fuck cups, pass the bottle!” Nate roared, grabbing the bottle from Cole’s hand and gulping down a large amount of alcohol. He swallowed it all, not letting one drop hit the ground. “Who wants next?”

Amara stepped up, “Give it to me,”
“Depends on how you want it? I can go as soft or rough as you want it.” Nate joked, winking at Amara as he passed the bottle to her, only for her to punch him as hard as she could in his arm. “Ro-rough it is then!” The teens all laughed at Nate as he continued in banter. “Come on Mar, you know you wanna-”
“Boyy, you better finish that sentence and stop while you're ahead or yourself!”
“Or what? You gonna beat my ass, Mar?” He turned around, and slapped his backside getting a rush out of it. Nate was able to get turned on by the simplest of actions.
"You can beat my ass if you wanted to, Mar. I'll scream your name too, if you want me!" Ford joined in, he and Nate chuckling like two hyenas together.

Rolling her eyes, Amara handed the bottle to Jamie. “I can’t with you two..” She hooked her hands against her hips and played off her friend, who had been opening up another bottle out of the liquor cabinet. This time, a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. He drunk more than half the bottle, but wouldn’t pass it opting to be as selfish with the whisky as possible. But if it was anything his friends had learned from Nate, it was he never shared a bottle of Jack. Ever.

“I’m thinking we should get a game going.”
“A game?”
“Are we in middle school now or something?”
“Mar, stop being a bitch and just stand and look pretty!”
“You’d better be glad your drunk boy, cause I’d-”
“You can do whatever to my body that you want to,” Nate winked jokingly. “But no, it’s never fun if you’re not playing a game while you’re getting drunk. Well, let me back track there, it’s never a party if you’re not playing games while getting drunk!”
“But that doesn’t make any sense.” lCyde questioned, a look of curiosity planted across his face.
“Who gives a shit, bookwork? We’re getting drunk.” Nate finished the last of the whisky and placed the bottle on the ground. “A game of spin the bottle anyone?”