Forever Yours

Chapter 3 Party

You inspected yourself over critically in the mirror. Your hair was straightened and you wore new sneakers, fashionable jeans, and a t-shirt with a pretty flower on it. I look okay, you decided. You grabbed your favourite jacket and headed towards the door.

"Be home by eleven," your mother called.

"I will," you promised.

"And no flirting with boys," your father reminded for the millionth time.

You shut the door behind you the moment you stepped outside, pretending not to have heard your father's comment because if you had anything to do with it you definitely would be flirting with a certain poetic someone.

You were so excited that you literally ran to Gabby's and rang the doorbell. When no one answered you knocked impatiently. Sometimes Gabby took forever to get ready.

Finally, Gabby came to the door in a short, sleeveless dress to show off her perfect figure and none of her chestnut hair was out of place. Why can't I ever look that good?

"I'm ready," she announced. "Let's go."

The two of you walked down to the end of the street (you could not run since Gabby was in heels), turned left, and went down that road until you reached a flat that was emitting loud music and numerous vehicles were parked in front of it.

"This is the place," said Gabby.

"Duh!" you told her in mock annoyance.

"Only little kids say that," she remarked.

"Duh is an acceptable word to use at a time like this," you countered.

"Duh is never an acceptable word to use."

"Why are we talking about this?"

"I dunno."

Both of you broke into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

"What's so funny? Did you just see your reflection?" sneered the voice that you loathed most, the voice that belonged to Marge Dursley.

You glared at her. "You should talk! I mean, every girl has the right to be ugly, but you abused the privilege."

Her large face turned purple with rage. "You'll regret saying that!" she threatened.

"I doubt it," you coolly replied, and walked inside with Gabby.

The pair of you were glancing around in search of people you knew when you heard a happy statement, "Gabby, Fantasy, I'm so glad you came!"

"Thanks for inviting us," you told Bree.

"You're ever so welcome," she gushed. Bree was nice, however, she could be irritating at times and this was one of those times.

"Hey, Bree, have you seen Sirius?" Gabby asked in a would-be-casual tone.

"See that swarm of girls in corner? He's in the middle of them."

Gabby confidently ambled over to the group, clearly not perturbed by all of the competition that she had.

"I might see you later, but now I need to greet the rest of the guests," Bree informed you regretfully.

Understanding, you nodded.

"Why don't you find Remus? He was asking about you earlier."

You gasped, "He was?!'

Smiling encouragingly, Bree strolled away into her throng of visitors.

Could Remus possibly fancy you? It was not often that a boy you liked returned your affections. You walked through the kitchen and the sitting room attempting to locate Remus and when you finally found him you saw that he was talking to Bree's closest friend, the captain of the cheerleading squad, Susan. She was popular and almost as pretty as Gabby with a sort of innocence that attracted guys to her. How on Earth were you supposed to compete with that? You took an unopened wine cooler off of the nearest table and drank it rather rapidly. You had had alcohol before, though you did not allow yourself to get completely wasted, which meant never having more than two. Still, they tasted so good and the more drinks you had the less you thought about Remus and the more relaxed you felt. There seemed to be no harm in doing it...