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By @Madison
Of course, I end up going
Though the party isn’t really my type of fun.
There’s too much noise
Too many people I don’t know
Too much smelly booze, and, later, smelly vomit
Accompanying the smell of sweat and cheap perfume that clings to every inch of the house.
Todd’s used to it
Being a regular house party veteran
Sharing hellos and high fives with people I haven’t once seen the faces of
As we try to work our way through the crowd
Todd pulling me behind him
Like a dog on a leash.
We eventually part the sea of people
Stopping behind a heated game of Just Dance.
I manage to take a step back
Trying to avoid getting assaulted with a Wii remote.
“So,” Todd says, raising his voice over the clamor of our fellow partygoers.
“What do you wanna do? Dance? Drink?”
I respond by hastily pressing my lips to his
Pulling him by his sleeve to the Moses’ guest room.
Once again
I throw caution to the wind.
Izzy never has to know.
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