It was midnight. Most, if not all, went home, but some stayed at the place for a few extra hours. Dance pads layes wrinkled over game controllers that were strewn about. The TV was off, and everyone was asleep, except for one. Two, actually.
Lindsay creeped down the stairs, hoping not to be noticed, aiming for the only drink besides wine.
She hadn't wanted to go to the frenzy that was a Friday night shindig, she had been dragged there sa pamamagitan ng Beth and Sierra. On tuktok of that, she had no fun; she sucked at gitara Hero, bombed at DDR, and was called a "wussette" for being the only person at the party not to drink Spaz 9.0.
And she didn't even have a decent outfit on; just her gym uniform, in which she was sweating.
Lindsay grabbed her keys. It was 11:00. Gallagher Academy curfew for 12th Grade was midnight.
"Lindsay?"
The dumb blonde turned around to see the loveable oaf, Owen, walking behind her. "Where ya going?" He asked.
"Home." Lindsay said, soundig slightly irritated.
"Oh. Me too."
"You wanna ride with me?"
"Sure."
Lindsay smiled a bit; With Owen, she could be herself. Heck, ANYONE could be themselves. That was what she liked about him.
"..Great party, huh?" Owen asked out of the blue. Lindsay turned to him, her blue eyes shooting darts of irritation. "Great? You mean SUCKISH! That party was filled with nothing but beer-chugging, guitar-controller playing, dance-pad dominatinf PSYCHOS! And don't get me started on the drinking! In an oras EVERYONE'S breath smelled like wine! And let me tell you Owen, nothing really takes the cake like failing DDR and gitara Hero-on Easy Mode, dealing with drunken weirdos, and watching either bad sitcoms or cartoons!"
"Oh..I'm sorry, Lindsay.."
Lindsay looked down in shame. That rant was meant for someone who would have asked her the same question. She looked up again to see Owen looking up with a faraway look. "I didn't have the best time either.." He mumbled. "Well, at least after the older kids came."
"Really.."
"Yeah.."
Lindsay stepped back, feeling madami relaxed. As soon as she did, a car alarm went off. The blonde screamed and ran to Owen's side. The two then ran off the the back of the house. As soon as they did, Lindsay felt her face go scarlet. "S-sorry.."
"We'll probably get into trouble for that.." Owen added.
Lindsay laughed. She was happy to be out of that party, and happy to be with Owen. It was this happiness that confused her. She had never been this happy with Tyler.
Could it..? Was she..?
No!a She couldn't have feelings for him. She was just..fond of him..yes. That was it.
"Owen.." Lindsay mumbled, her eyes looking at him. Owen turned to her with a confused look.
"I was wondering...what if your really happy around someone? Like, really happy?"
Lindsay blushed; she didn't enjoy talking about this with him, and the chances of her mentioning him were high.
Owen looked at her. "If it's a girl, your'e BFFs. If it's a guy...I think you might like him. I mean, like like him." He explained, feeling uncomfortable. "Okay." The blonde girl turned away. She was in love. madami iportantly, she loved him.
The real tanong was whether to keep it secret or not.
Lindsay creeped down the stairs, hoping not to be noticed, aiming for the only drink besides wine.
She hadn't wanted to go to the frenzy that was a Friday night shindig, she had been dragged there sa pamamagitan ng Beth and Sierra. On tuktok of that, she had no fun; she sucked at gitara Hero, bombed at DDR, and was called a "wussette" for being the only person at the party not to drink Spaz 9.0.
And she didn't even have a decent outfit on; just her gym uniform, in which she was sweating.
Lindsay grabbed her keys. It was 11:00. Gallagher Academy curfew for 12th Grade was midnight.
"Lindsay?"
The dumb blonde turned around to see the loveable oaf, Owen, walking behind her. "Where ya going?" He asked.
"Home." Lindsay said, soundig slightly irritated.
"Oh. Me too."
"You wanna ride with me?"
"Sure."
Lindsay smiled a bit; With Owen, she could be herself. Heck, ANYONE could be themselves. That was what she liked about him.
"..Great party, huh?" Owen asked out of the blue. Lindsay turned to him, her blue eyes shooting darts of irritation. "Great? You mean SUCKISH! That party was filled with nothing but beer-chugging, guitar-controller playing, dance-pad dominatinf PSYCHOS! And don't get me started on the drinking! In an oras EVERYONE'S breath smelled like wine! And let me tell you Owen, nothing really takes the cake like failing DDR and gitara Hero-on Easy Mode, dealing with drunken weirdos, and watching either bad sitcoms or cartoons!"
"Oh..I'm sorry, Lindsay.."
Lindsay looked down in shame. That rant was meant for someone who would have asked her the same question. She looked up again to see Owen looking up with a faraway look. "I didn't have the best time either.." He mumbled. "Well, at least after the older kids came."
"Really.."
"Yeah.."
Lindsay stepped back, feeling madami relaxed. As soon as she did, a car alarm went off. The blonde screamed and ran to Owen's side. The two then ran off the the back of the house. As soon as they did, Lindsay felt her face go scarlet. "S-sorry.."
"We'll probably get into trouble for that.." Owen added.
Lindsay laughed. She was happy to be out of that party, and happy to be with Owen. It was this happiness that confused her. She had never been this happy with Tyler.
Could it..? Was she..?
No!a She couldn't have feelings for him. She was just..fond of him..yes. That was it.
"Owen.." Lindsay mumbled, her eyes looking at him. Owen turned to her with a confused look.
"I was wondering...what if your really happy around someone? Like, really happy?"
Lindsay blushed; she didn't enjoy talking about this with him, and the chances of her mentioning him were high.
Owen looked at her. "If it's a girl, your'e BFFs. If it's a guy...I think you might like him. I mean, like like him." He explained, feeling uncomfortable. "Okay." The blonde girl turned away. She was in love. madami iportantly, she loved him.
The real tanong was whether to keep it secret or not.
