"Guys, hurry up and get down here! The party starts in almost 30 minutes and we won't have a place to park." Monica screams to the other roommates upstairs.
On this hot, Friday night is the Halloween bash at the Alpha's frat house. This is my first college party, and honestly, I'm pretty excited about it. Tons of questions sting in my mind. Will it be like the college parties on TV? Am I going to get super drunk to where I get sexually assaulted? Is a fight going to break out?
The movies make college seem like it's the best 4 years of your life. It shows the beautifulness of partying, hooking up with random people, and the occasional 4 am stops to the local diner. But what it doesn't show is the anxiety of trying to keep your GPA up or the stresses of trying to fit in and be cool in front of everyone. This is something I never had a hard time with.
Besides that, after careful consideration, I decided on my costume for tonight's party.
Tiffany Pollard.
Tiffany Pollard is the best woman to ever grace television. She was the IT girl before all the others, her style and sexual confidence made everyone love and be obsessed with her. Her star appearance was on The Flavor of Love where she was called New York. A show where tons of girls all over America competed with each other to seduce and eventually marry Flavor Flav, a rapper circa 2000.
Her most iconic moment was when she got spit on by Pumpkin, a white country girl who got pissed off at Tiffany. Many other iconic moments followed up after that, such as the sitting on the bed and her angrily walking away when Flavor Flav sent her home, uttering the words, "Does it look like I give a fuck, because I don't."
I decided to wear her iconic light turquoise dress from the moment when Flavor Flav sent her room. It's a spaghetti strap dress that stops at the knees, it has two diamond cutouts in the front. I bought a diamond choker from Claires, with some diamond drop earrings. With my hair, I decided to straighten it, my hair reaches the middle of my back, and a white flower is tucked behind my ear. I do look hot.
I sit at the island in the kitchen, legs crossed over the other, fingers twiddling against the counter while we wait for the others. Monica on the other hand is about to have a meltdown. She likes to be on time for everything, and the thing about living with college kids, they are never on time.
Monica is currently dressed as Gwen Stacy from the Spiderman universe. With the movie just coming out almost two weeks ago in theaters, it's being talked about everywhere, so why not dress like them. She dyed her purple hair to a light blonde color, she has on a tan trench coat, black shirt, blue skirt, and high knee boots with white socks. Jace is supposed to be dressed as Spiderman, but he will be meeting us at the party. I can't wait to see the two of them together.
"Were coming Monica, shit, wait!" I hear my sister scream from the room. "You don't know what it's like to be pretty, to have everyone looking at you." At this comment, Monica and I snort.
"She's got to be fucking kidding me," I say out loud, to which Monica rolls her eyes and pops some gum in her mouth.
"I don't she is."
After waiting 20 minutes, Bridget, Daniel, Doug, and Carlee finally come into the kitchen all dressed in their Halloween costumes, which are pretty impressive.
Usually, in college, everyone wears the same costume, so fucking unoriginal. All the girls dressed as playboy bunnies, a fairy, or sexually dress up as a Disney princess, ruining my childhood. Everyone is in here, except for Andreas. He decided to leave ahead of everyone else, maybe because what happened two nights ago is still on his mind.
When he told me his story, I was shocked honestly. Girls are usually the ones to be hurt in a relationship, but not a guy, I'd never heard of it before. The sorrow in his eyes, the way he wasn't acting like himself, it made me feel. . .not so good.
I'm used to bantering with him, and him whispering in my ear that he wants to fuck me, but none of that happened. This Jessie girl sunk her claws into him, and never took them out.
That bitch better watch her back.
Surveying the costumes, I find myself pleased. Derek, a friend from Monica's work, is dressed as T'Challa from Black Panther. With his passing in 2020, it hurts to see the Black Panther, remembering that he was the person to bring it to life, he will be forever missed. The suit is skin tight to his body, and the chain around his neck is sick.
"You should have dressed as Erik Killmonger." Doug comments, as he laces his fingers through Carlee's, she doesn't shy away. I don't know when they got together, but I don't care, I love it. For the past couple of weeks, I've been seeing them exchange some explicit words and looks with each other. And occasionally, they smack each other's asses, I just revert my eyes away and act like I didn't see it.
"Why would I dress as the antagonist of a movie? You just love to see me as the bad guy, Doug." He pounces on him like a cat, his fake claws scrape down his arms, I laugh as Doug pushes him off.
"Get the hell off of me before I swing on you." He moves back eagerly, remembering how I pounced on Andreas the first night here. That seemed like it happened eons ago.
Moving on, I see Carlee and Doug decided to dress in a couple's costume. Well, if you could even call it a couple. Doug is Pennywise from the critically acclaimed, IT by Stephen King. While Carlee is the little boy with the raincoat and balloon. I believe his name is Georgie Denbrough. She looks so cute with the hood on, and the crimson red balloon clutched in her manicured hand. Doug looks the scariest, the clown paint is throwing me off, and with how big he is, he looks like a tent in the Pennywise costume. The ruffles at the neck and layers of sharp teeth in his mouth, I hope he doesn't kiss Carlee with them in.
"I don't know if I should be afraid of you, or what," Monica says, analyzing the costume. Her fingers play with the ruffles, Carlee swats them away.
"Don't shit on him, he looks handsome. My little baby clown." She coos.
Monica says, "Yeah, a fucking clown that terrorizes children in a small, mundane town in Derry, Maine." We all just laugh.
Lastly, we have my sister, Bridget, and Daniel. Daniel is dressed as a Sailor, which is such a weird-ass costume. It looks vintage too like it was worn by a guy named Tom or little Timmy. And my sister, she's beat me out of a good costume, as usual. She's dressed as the legendary English model, Naomi Campbell. I always say she looks like her, with the long, chocolate legs and those amazing high cheekbones. She's wearing Naomi's iconic punk princess presidential look for Chanel in 1994, a black and light purple belt is wrapped around her waist. Two high pigtails are in the front with strips of purple in them. A purple flower is in the left pigtail, while a ribbon is in the other.
"No way, Bridge!" I scream, waking up to her in shock. She does a quick spin for me.
"You always say I look like Naomi Campbell, why not dress like her." She poses. Her eyes revert to Daniel, "And why are you dressed like Sailor Moon?"
"Sailor moon and being a Sailor are two different things, fake Naomi Campbell. And FYI, all the good costumes were gone so it was either this or a hotdog. Now, come on, the party is about to start." I grab my silver-studded purse and follow them out the door.
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This party is fucking crazy, I swear. Turns out, they don't just let anyone into these types of parties. You've either got to be an athlete, not like tennis or swimming, but like football and basketball, the sports that people come to see. Or, a sexy chick with a banging body, or friend of a friend. I had option three. We told them we all were Andreas's roommates, to which they kindly let us in, not without checking me out first.
Perverts.
The music is loud as shit, the speakers bang out Fell in Luv by Playboi Carti. It's one of my favorite songs by him.
'You know I want that bitch'
'I wanna eat, I eat'
'I wanna lick it up'
'I wanna fuckin' eat'
'I want to freeze you up'
'I want them diamonds blinging'
'I want it all on you'
'I want you all on me, ooh'
A cloud of smoke fills the air, making me cough instantly. Girls and guys of all sizes, shapes, and colors dance on the crowded dancefloor while the DJ bops his head to the music. Turns out I was right; the girls are dressed up as playboy bunnies and sexual Disney princess characters. Off to the side, I see a group of friends dressed up as characters from The Office, which I find pleasing. At least someone has originality.
Everyone splits off from each other. Daniel goes across the room to the DJ, probably trying to change the music, he doesn't like Playboi Carti. To which I shamed him, he's more of a Tyler the Creator stan. Monica drifts off to find Jace, Doug, and Carlee going to dance on the floor amongst the crowd. Bridget is the only one left. Monica's friend, Derek, grabs up some girl dressed like Hannibal and starts dancing with her.
"Hey, you going to be alright here by yourself." She asks worriedly.
"Yes, you know I can take care of myself." I model some perfect angled punches my past coach would be proud of.
"Fine, don't go anywhere with strangers and don't take drinks from strangers, open drinks at that and don't-
"I get it Bridge, get the hell out of here." She saunters off, probably looking for Kam, I heard he was back in town. When she came home the night of talking to him, she didn't tell me anything. I heard her come in late at night, she took off her clothes, slid on her pajamas, and cuddled up next to me. She hasn't done that since we were children. I just held her in my arms, cradling her head against my chest like a small child.
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