another day +jonathan larson/rent cast
Friday, May 3 - A little birdy told me that there's a party being held tonight. Details of the where-abouts will be given to the student's invited via a white note under the door of their dorm. Get dressed in your party clothes and get ready to party, just don't drink too much alcohol, you don't want to get caught. Yes, that's right, this is a secret party. So, keep those lips sealed unless you want to suffer the cruel punishments.
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I wasn’t a huge party person. Never have been- but being invited to it, exclusively, was pretty awesome. I wanted to go, and I had been to a few parties before, but it just always ended up bad.
I held the invitation in my hands and shrugged.
It was time I grew up and was a little bad. I didn’t want to be the ‘little girl’ anymore. I wasn’t a little girl. I snuck out quickly, not making a sound.
Arriving at the party, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew a few people who were going, sure, but I wasn’t close with many, really. I walked in, hearing music and people talking and laughing and having fun, and I felt kind of jealous. Did these people do this often? Sometimes I wish I could just have fun, and not worry about what people thought or how I acted. Just have fun.
I looked around and headed over to grab a drink. Another reason I didn’t go to parties often? I was a light weight, and could hardly handle alcohol. As I walked over, I noticed a few familiar faces. One girl I had seen with Logan once. It was that fight in the hall with that other guy. Logan had stepped in and hugged her and held her... which somehow, managed to make me jealous. The girl beside her wasn’t as familiar, but was definitely just as pretty.
I grabbed some sort of alcoholic drink, and sighed. I was jealous because Logan hugged another girl? Could I be any more childish?
Parties were never my thing, and I didn’t know why I came. I should be back at the mansion, sleeping or something.
As I went to walk out, I bumped into Logan. Logan of all people. I guess someone had invited him, too. He was, after all, one of the hottest guys on campus, even if he was older. He raised an eyebrow. “Kitty, what are you even doing here?” I bit my lip. “What are you doing here?” I questioned him. I wanted to seem just as mature as he was.
“I was invited.” he raised an eyebrow, looking down at what I was wearing.
“And so was I.” I crossed my arms, looking up at him. He wore a tight white shirt that outlined his abs, and dark jeans which made him look even hotter.
“And you shouldn’t be here.”
“I’m not a kid, and I can do what I want.”
“Yeah, well you could get in trouble.” He pointed out.
“And so could the rest of the people here, including you for sneaking off campus, and drinking with underaged minors. Why are you acting like my parent?”
“Whatever, Kat. I give up.” He rolled his eyes, pushing past me, and walking over to grab a drink.
I was tired of being that little girl people had to take care of. He didn’t have to boss me around and help me, I could do everything on my own.
I watched as he started a conversation with that same girl he had been with in the hallway, and her friend. He laughed, and the girls both giggled, and I looked down at my feet.
Parties were really not my thing.
