A football game. What on Earth do you wear to a football game that you can double over to a party? I mean, I've never been to a High school football game. I've been to parties...Well, I've been to celebrity parties, not high school parties.
"Knock, knock." Came a voice behind me. I turned to see my mom standing there. "Can I come in?"
"Since when does anyone ask to come in my room?" I retorted, turning back to my closet. She didn't say anything else, but I heard the springs on my bed, so I knew she hadn't left. Of course she hadn't left. I was having a mid-life crisis at the age of fourteen and I needed my mom's help.
I all of a sudden felt bad about myself. I hadn't meant to be so snappy with her. Life was hard enough. After the miscarriage and then she stayed in her room for five months. And after all that, she still comforted me after my break-up. I shouldn't have been so mean to her.
"Mom." I sighed, turning back to her. She looked up to me from the bed, sadness in her eyes. I had been really mean to her. "I'm sorry." I sat on the bed beside her and rested my head on her shoulder. "I didn't mean to yell at you." She wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on top of mine.
"It's okay, Mel." She whispered into my hair. We just stayed there, in that position for ages. Neither of us said a word, neither of us moved an inch. But It wasn't uncomfortable or awkward, we just felt right.
"Come on then." Mom said, moving away from me. I looked up to her as she got up from the bed. "We're going to find you an outfit to wear tonight." She told me. A smile spread across my face, lighting it up in a happier mood. I knew mom was up to something.
"You look..." But words couldn't describe how my daughter looked. Mel was amazing. It had taken the good part of two hours, but she was finally dressed. A pair of black skinny jeans hugged her developing curves, with her bright rainbow belt resting on her left hip and sliding down her right leg. She was wearing a bright rainbow tank top, with a jet black t-shirt underneath. Around her neck hung her 'Rainbow' necklace; it said the word 'Rainbow', with a different color of the rainbow for each letter. On her feet she wore her favorite multi-colored converse, she hardly went anywhere without a pair them.
I flashed out of my daydream. My little girl was finally growing up. I couldn't believe she was almost fifteen. It was scary how time flew past without you noticing.
"Mom." Mel reached out and hugged me. "I'm sorry." She said.
"For what?" I asked, moving back a bit so I could look her in the eyes. She had the same amazing eyes as Ryan; honey brown and very piercing, as if they could see right through you.
"For being me..." I couldn't believe my ears. "I mean, come on, I'm not an easy person to get along with. I argue a lot and I never listen to you, but you never give up on me." I smiled and pulled her back into a hug.
"That's because I love you." I told Mel. I did love her, I loved every last thing about her. "I would never give up on you, Mel. Never." I knew she was smiling, and I was nearly in tears. Everything that had happened over the last few months had been so much to take in.
"Come on." I said, breaking the hug and taking her hand in mine. "Let's go give Ryan a heart attack by giving you some make-up." Her little face lit up even more when I mentioned make-up. Ryan would never let her wear the stuff-and it was a very rare thing for Mel to listen to Ryan's instructions-so the only kind she knew was stage make-up. But, it was a special occasion. I was going to let her wear it.
"YOU WERE AMAZING OUT THERE!" I yelled over the noise, practically pouncing on Logan. It was all because of his final pass that the team had won. If it wasn't for his quick reflexes, the school would have lost a football game. The first of the season...Or so I was told.
"Thanks!" Logan shouted back, picking me up and spinning me around in a circle. When he placed me back on my feet, my head was a bit dizzy. "You ready to go to the party?" He asked and I smiled widely in reply. Logan placed his hand in mine and weaved the two of us through the crowd, till we came to a, well, I don't know a lot about cars, but as far as I could see, it was a silver Lexus. What brand, make or whatever, I couldn't tell you.
I had no idea whose car it was, so I was hesitant to get in. Logan opened up the door and jumped into the back seat. If Logan was in there, he must have known the person, right?
"Come on!" He hurried me and I scooted into the back seat with my friend. I instantly heard a wolf whistle coming from the driver seat.
"She's even hotter than the last one and," he removed the sunglasses from his eyes and turned to look at me, "famous, too!" Logan kicked the driver's seat and the boy laughed. He must have been at least nineteen, if not, older.
"She's not my girlfriend, you jackass!" Logan hissed at him. I'd never seen Logan angry before, or even heard him swear before. I just couldn't help but wonder who that guy was. "Mel, this is my brother, James." I instantly understood the change in Logan. Siblings did that to people. Mine did that to me.
"Whatever, kiddo." James smirked, turning back to face the steering wheel. "You two off to the party, then?" He asked, starting the car up.
"No." Logan replied, sarcastically, of course. I was actually quite enjoying the arguing, apart from the awkwardness I was also feeling from being caught in between it.
James started driving away from the school. Logan turned to me and smiled. I could tell he was sorry for his brothers behavior, but I didn't mind. I could see why he thought me and Logan were together. And he had said I was hotter than Stephanie, that was a bonus in itself.
"Don't stay out too late, short ass." James said, looking at Logan in the mirror as we pulled up in front of someone's house. I knew instantly that it was the house of the person hosting the party. There was loud music blasting and flashing lights from the windows. It was a party alright. There were students from every year at school, just hanging around, running around like maniacs. Yep, it was definitely a high school party.
"Whatever." Was Logan's reply. He opened up the car door on his side and got out. I scooted along the back seats and followed him. As soon as I was out, Logan slammed the door shut and James drove off. "Sorry about him." Logan apologized. "He honestly was my last resort for transportation."
"It's okay." I told him. I really wasn't too bothered by Logan's brother. He was a jerk, from what I had gathered anyway, but he wasn't too bad. Compared to some of the jerks I knew, he really wasn't.
Logan smiled at me and I smiled back. The two of us walked up to the front of the door, Logan receiving many hugs from girls and guy hugs from guys. James had taken the long way to the party, so everyone from the game had beaten the two of us there.
As we walked in, I was hit by the strong stench of beer. It filled the whole of my body and made me feel sick. How anyone could drink that stuff, I had no idea.
Third Person P.O.V.
Mel and Logan were on the dance floor, holding hands with one hand and each had a bottle of vodka in the other. It must have been their fifth, maybe sixth bottle of the night. They were both far past tipsy by then.
The two were only fourteen, neither old enough to drink, let alone let that much alcohol enter their systems. But neither seemed to care after drinking so much. They both had no idea what they were doing anymore.
"Hey." Mel called to Logan, stopping her dancing and taking a swig from her bottle. "My heads hurting." Logan nodded his head in response. He set his drink down on a nearby table and then motioned his head to the staircase.
"Let's go upstairs for a bit, then." He suggested. A wide smile spread across Mel's face. She placed her drink down with Logan's and dashed for the staircase, dragging the poor boy along with her hand in his.
Upstairs, there were still loads of people around. Mel pulled Logan along the crowded upstairs hallway, along to the very end room. She pushed open the door as if she knew exactly where she was going, but, in reality, she had no idea what she was doing.
The two found themselves in what looked to be a guest room. There was a neatly made bed and squeaky clean feel to the room. Of course, being slightly drunk, neither noticed that about the place.
Logan pushed Mel down onto the bed. She smirked up to him, pulling him in closer to her by the collar of his football jacket. The two were just staring at each other, their noses rubbing against each other. Mel let out a small giggle, which Logan replied to by moving in even closer to Mel.
Their lips grazed each others, sending tingles down both of their bodies. Logan took in a deep breath and pressed his lips to Mel's. Mel responded by wrapping her arms around his neck without hesitation.
Slowly, Mel lowered herself down onto the bed, making Logan on all fours over her. The two didn't separate their lips for anything. Logan started to lick and nip at Mel's bottom lip, causing her to move it away from her top one. The teen boy slid his tongue into her mouth, through the gap that was now between her lips. Mel didn't resist.
Coming up for breath, Logan caught sight of Mel's eyes on him. She was gently trailing her finger tips up and down his chest, making him tingle all over. Logan stooped down and licked up and down Mel's neck with his saliva filled tongue.
Mel's bit down on her bottom lip. She was really enjoying the position they were in, but she wasn't truly aware of what was going on. It was as if she wasn't in control of herself anymore. Someone else had taken over her body and mind, leaving her as an empty body.
"COPS!" Someone shouted out from the other side of the closed bedroom door. Logan jumped away from Mel. There was the sound of scattering feet from everywhere in the house.
Police sirens could be heard from outside the bedroom window. Logan carefully moved aside the closed curtain. In the distance, he could see the car approaching.
"SHIT!" He called out. Even he knew that was a bad thing. Trying to think quick on his feet, Logan jumped off the bed and grabbed Mel's hand.
"Where are we going?" She asked as Logan dragged her from the bedroom and back down the hallway. He pushed open the door just before the staircase and ran to the window. He slid it open and hoped out, landing on a lower roof top.
"Come on!" He hissed at Mel, who, if she had been in the right state of mind, would have yelled at him. Mel sighed and, dizzily, sat on the windows edge. She swung her legs over and Logan helped her down.
"You done this 'fore?" Mel asked, hiccupping. She held her hand over her mouth and giggled again.
"This is my cousin’s house." Logan told her, but it wasn't as if she was paying much attention to him. "Watch your step." He told her as the two jumped down onto an even smaller roof to the side of the middle one.
"Where are we," hiccup, "going?" Mel asked, but Logan was already lowering himself onto the floor from the lower roof. He held his arms up to Mel, who slid herself down into them. Their faces were inches apart again, but, as Mel leaned in for another kiss, Logan moved away, pulling her down the grassy lawn out the back of the house.
"I can't take you home, not like this." Logan said. It was as if all the alcohol had been washed from his system. Or, it had never been there to begin with.
Logan hadn't drunk that much, really. Every time he had a new bottle of vodka, it was because he hadn't finished the last one. He knew he was going to have to stay sober if Mel wasn't, but that wasn't going to stop him from having some fun with the girl he had a crush on.
"I'll have to take you to my house." He told her. Logan grabbed his cell phone from his pocket, ducking the two of them down to the floor as the music was shut off from the party. The police had arrived and obviously stormed the place. Logan knew his cousin was in for it then. He would have gone back and bailed him out, but he had Mel to worry about before he even thought of anyone else.
"Hello?" Came James's voice down the phone.
"James, come pick us up." Logan said.
"Where you at?" James asked. "Still at the house?"
"Yeah, but we'll meet you at the end of the road." Logan told his brother.
"Right, shorty." Without a goodbye from either of them, they both hung up.
"Come on, Mel." Logan said. There was a fence at the bottom of the garden. Logan moved down to around the middle, Mel following behind, and pushed one of the wooden planks out of place. He squeezed through the gap and called for Mel to do the same. She sucked in her gut and moved through, even though she hadn't needed to hold her breath while doing it.
Logan placed the wood plank back belonged and grabbed Mel by the wrist again. He pulled her down another patch of grassy land on the opposite side of the fence to the house. The two ran for about five minutes, without a single word between them, before they came to the end of the grass and onto the road again. James's car was parked across the street.
The two teenagers ran from one side of the road to the other, jumping into the back of James's car. There was nothing but an uncomfortable silence between the three the entire car journey home. It was too awkward for Logan to talk, Mel was asleep and James was just laughing to himself about what had happened as they drove past the party house. It hadn't really been the night any of them were expecting it to be.