"Judy! Do you have my lip gloss?" My roommate, Sarah, calls as she emerges from her room, her hair tied up and her makeup half done. I raise an eyebrow at her outfit choice and she rolls her eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"There's a party downtown tonight and I hear that only the wildest people are going to be in there. Given your rep, I could probably slide by with getting into the club and not even have to bat and eyelash." I smirked when she brought of my reputation. If I can say one thing, it was that I am no kidder when it comes to a good party.
I show up to any and every crazy party and nobody would expect any less of me if I did. With the boring nature that this town gives off, I have to do something to occupy myself and partying is the only good solution seeing as there's one every other night.
"Why didn't you say so, lets go!" I shouted and was about to go into my closet to change into something party worthy when Sarah grabs me by my arm and sits me back on the bed. I let out a startled gasp but when I regain my composure, I glare heavily at her head.
"Sorry, Judy. I just don't think that you should come to this party." She said as she shrugged nonchalantly.
"I don't follow."
"I know you don't," she muttered to herself.
"I mean-I can't keep up with you. You're so fast paced and eccentrically wonderful that everyone begins to circle you and I have no idea what to do." Sarah looks over in the distance and walks to my makeup stand. She grabs the lip gloss she was looking for earlier and sighs before applying it lazily. I just sit there, lackadaisically thinking about what she said. Then, it hits me.
The words tumble out of my mouth before I could process what was happening.
"What?" Sarah questions before whipping around. No turning back now.
"I said, you're jealous. You're jealous of me because I could draw in a crowd." Now that I think about it, every time I feel like the party was getting better, Sarah wants to leave because she doesn't want me to have the attention. "It's not my fault that I do," I continued on. "I just dance. I don't know why that even bothers you so much seeing as a new guy is in your bed every night. I thought you always had a good time."
She scoffed in disbelief before turning to the door and gripping the knob. She twist it open and steps one foot out but before she exits, she says one last thing:
"I'm not going to stop you from going to the party. You can do whatever you want, you're twenty-an adult. All I'm saying is, you can come, but I'm sure the three page essay you have to finish writing is a little delay in plans, no?" My mouth hangs open as she closes the door behind her and blast the music she was playing before through her speakers.
After rethinking of what happened, I close my mouth and heave a heavy sigh before smirking. Oh, Sarah. You clearly don't know Judy Livingston. I always find a way to make it.
Parties-after all- are my guilty pleasure.