Party with the Ghouls 12
I like it! I do a little jig in my kitchen zone. Just got the text from Chai: Hey guys get dressed up and come party over at my house tonight.
"Yeah." I shake my arms above my head. I'm going to a party! I sing to myself and try to boogie down. Interruption of my skilled dance moves by Jenks, Taron, and two other guys walking through the side door.
"Oh hey, guys! What's...what's going on?" I stop, collect myself, and lean against the white wall.
"So, you hear about Chai's party tonight?" They all burst out in waves of laughter.
"What's so funny?" Blush, blush, blush.
"Ha-ha, I have got to wiz!" Taron scrams to the bathroom.
"Thanks, Taron, you're such a pal." I smile as he shakes his head around, laughing like a jolly old lady with pudding.
"You are one crazy girl! But I like it!" Jenkins comes over, lifting me up. Sets me down on the counter.
“Go ahead, help yourselves.” The guys pilfering through the junk food in the pantry. I laugh, not knowing the men standing in the devouring closet.
"This is Jared and Drake." He points over his shoulder. They grin playfully. I nod in making their acquaintances.
"So are we going to party or what, ladies?" Taron comes in marching his feet in parade mode.
"Oh, my Buddha!" I turn, shocked to see Taron dressed in a green tutu. Tights neglected to be placed on his pale-skinned legs.
“I’m so ready for the party!" We all stare without a word, sitting in amazement. "What? Is it my butt?" He turns around to show us his cheeks hanging out.
"Oh my, let’s go, guys." They all joke around with him, giving whistles and hoots. Applause for his appearance.
"Let's go get something to eat and then head over to Chai's Party." Jenks takes control, pushing us out toward the car.
"I'll be right back, got to grab my costume." I take a turn upstairs.
"I'll wait in the car." Jenks gives me a kiss on the cheek. We were playing on the same team. The guy with the most outrageously gorgeous eyes, Jenks.
We arrive at the party a little after it starts. It's heavy in-crowd. People are acting foolish; it’s 9: 00 on a Tuesday.
I sat hiding behind the bushes. We are playing this game called RAMBO. A game that is classified as illegal because cars chase you down. The danger was never a scare tactic when you were born in isolation; it’s what kept us alive.
The new guy at school, my personal comedian, was on our team, Taron Jackson. He transferred from Mountain River High, a school in the next town. He is one of those guys that didn't care who you were or what you did. As long as you were fun to be around, he was your best friend. Strangely enough, he takes a liking to my friendship most overall.
"Come on, guys, this way I can see in the dark." Exclaimed confidently.
"Oh really, are you part cat? Because I'm allergic." Some girl joked.
"No! I learned it on the Internet!” Knowing his character, he probably had learned it on the web.
We all laughed, I leaned against Jenks's knee.
"Oh, sorry Jenks." Trying to balance on my toes.
"Don't worry about it!" Even in the dark, I knew he was smirking.
"I'm serious, guys, I did." He stated, taking extreme charges.
Somehow, we all liked his spunk and the crazy personality. He fit right in with our group.
He bolted toward the back of the car.
"TARON! What are you doing?" We yelped.
"Are you crazy? You are going to make us lose; the point of the game is to not be seen!" Drake yelled.
He jumped up on the trunk of the car.
"Rambo Supreme!" He screamed at the top of his lungs and jumped off so fast that the people in the car had no idea what happened.
We all stayed quiet for a few minutes, then outrageous laughter broke out among us. Taron walked out of the bushes, his arms raised above his head.
"Man, that was awesome! Did you guys just see that?" High-fives all around fist pumps galore.
"I don't think I could play even if I wanted to, that was too hilarious." Comments made between laughs.
Everybody stopped him in the halls claiming his name as Rambo Supreme after that night. He liked being on top of the world. One thing was sure, that night he was champion.