TWELVE : FRESHMAN PARTY III

BRITNEY ASTON

The second Lucas and I took our first steps into the party, we were welcomed by the music pulsating the air, engulfing the room in a lively atmosphere.

The dimly lit house was teeming with people, their laughter and animated conversations filling the air and adding to the buzz. Unfamiliar music pulsated through the air, creating an infectious rhythm that managed to compel everyone to move their body. My gaze lurked around the house, catching sights of a couple of random people- some drunk, some smoking and some heavily making out.

“So how’s it?” Lucas spoke up, casually draping his arms around my shoulder. “You like what you see?”

“Well, it isn’t all that different to the normal parties in the states,” I replied, catching sight of a couple shoving their tongues down each others throat. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Wait, the states?” He repeated. “You spent your- ah what do you call it, high school in the states?”

“Wasn’t it obvious?” I chuckled, trying my best