Party Girl
Jeananne put the finishing touches on her makeup, grinning. Angela was finally off being grounded and they were going to a party tonight. And not only a party, but one of the biggest raves of the year.
She and Angela had been talking about it all week, though she wondered why Angela seemed frightened when they did. As Jeananne started her car and backed out of her driveway, she frowned a little, thinking of her friend. She hadn’t been herself at all lately. Though it was hard to tell what Angela as “herself” might truly be at this point. Jeananne sighed. She supposed that would come in time.
Jeananne pulled into the driveway to Angie’s house and she came running out. She opened the door, threw her overnight bag in the back seat and got into the car. “Hey, Jean,” she said, smiling a little.
Jeananne looked her friend over critically. She looks good, Jeananne thought. Her makeup was definitely a lot lighter than normal, but it suited her. She wore jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt and that necklace that she’d rarely seen Angela without…well, actually, never seen Angela without in the past month. It didn’t go with her outfit, but she just had the feeling that Angela wouldn’t listen if she told her that.
“You look good, Angie. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good. It’s gonna be cool.”
She did look better now that the night had arrived, Jeananne reflected. She looked alert and her eyes were bright. She sighed in relief. They’d have fun tonight, after all.
The party was in full swing when they arrived, and the two girls made the circuit of their friends-well, Jeananne’s friends. Angie went for the alcohol almost immediately, which was not at all like her, so Jeananne decided to keep an eye on her. Angela seemed to lose a lot of her former shyness, but still kept at least a two-foot distance between herself an any boys they happened to come across, and wouldn’t look at them directly.
Still, Angela was the life of the party, even if she stayed away from the boys. Jeananne hadn’t had such fun with her in months and months. They stayed late, dancing and since Jeananne was the designated driver, she didn’t drink, but watched that Angela didn’t drink too much.
That didn’t work very well, and by the time the two girls left, Angela could barely stand. Jeananne was very, very glad that Angie was staying over at her house.
“Was a great party, god I wish…” she mumbled in the passenger seat, then fell soundly asleep.
I don’t think she’s as recovered as she wants everyone to think. Jeananne sighs. It’s hard getting her into the house, but she does, and bustles her upstairs and puts her to bed.
“Night, Angie,” she murmurs.
Tomorrow, they’ll take it easy. And Angela would feel better.
She and Angela had been talking about it all week, though she wondered why Angela seemed frightened when they did. As Jeananne started her car and backed out of her driveway, she frowned a little, thinking of her friend. She hadn’t been herself at all lately. Though it was hard to tell what Angela as “herself” might truly be at this point. Jeananne sighed. She supposed that would come in time.
Jeananne pulled into the driveway to Angie’s house and she came running out. She opened the door, threw her overnight bag in the back seat and got into the car. “Hey, Jean,” she said, smiling a little.
Jeananne looked her friend over critically. She looks good, Jeananne thought. Her makeup was definitely a lot lighter than normal, but it suited her. She wore jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt and that necklace that she’d rarely seen Angela without…well, actually, never seen Angela without in the past month. It didn’t go with her outfit, but she just had the feeling that Angela wouldn’t listen if she told her that.
“You look good, Angie. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good. It’s gonna be cool.”
She did look better now that the night had arrived, Jeananne reflected. She looked alert and her eyes were bright. She sighed in relief. They’d have fun tonight, after all.
The party was in full swing when they arrived, and the two girls made the circuit of their friends-well, Jeananne’s friends. Angie went for the alcohol almost immediately, which was not at all like her, so Jeananne decided to keep an eye on her. Angela seemed to lose a lot of her former shyness, but still kept at least a two-foot distance between herself an any boys they happened to come across, and wouldn’t look at them directly.
Still, Angela was the life of the party, even if she stayed away from the boys. Jeananne hadn’t had such fun with her in months and months. They stayed late, dancing and since Jeananne was the designated driver, she didn’t drink, but watched that Angela didn’t drink too much.
That didn’t work very well, and by the time the two girls left, Angela could barely stand. Jeananne was very, very glad that Angie was staying over at her house.
“Was a great party, god I wish…” she mumbled in the passenger seat, then fell soundly asleep.
I don’t think she’s as recovered as she wants everyone to think. Jeananne sighs. It’s hard getting her into the house, but she does, and bustles her upstairs and puts her to bed.
“Night, Angie,” she murmurs.
Tomorrow, they’ll take it easy. And Angela would feel better.