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  A car horn beeps and snaps me back to reality. I look up to see Pj and Chris in their rusty, tan car. I hop up and walk over to the back door of the vehicle. I grab the handle and pull, but the door doesn't budge. One of my eyebrows cocks up showing my fake confusion as I pout my lip and look at Chris. We do this sometimes, lock each other out I mean. Whether it's  my house door or the car door, we always joke around about it. I stare at Chris, giving him the death glare. Shivers run about my body as another gust of wind slams against my it. 
                          
"Really?" I mouth the words to my friend and am relieved as he moves his hand to the multiple buttons on the side of the door. With a click, the car door unlocks and I yank on the handle, simultaneously pulling myself on top of the chilled leather seats. Its considerably warmer in the car, but not enough to keep me from complaining.
                          
   "You Asses. I don't even want to go to this party and you guys are locking me out? It's freezing out there, you know!" I jokingly tease them about the harsh conditions. The car starts to move Pj takes it out of park and starts to drive. As he does this, Chris turns to me and sticks his tongue out playfully. I push his shoulder, causing him to fall back dramatically, screaming in a girlish tone.
                          
"Oh me gosh! Why would you push me like that Becky. You know I'm sensitive!"
 Chris speaks in a high pitch tone, causing Pj to burst into laughter. His laugh has a chain effect that, in turn, causes me to laugh as well. We always have a certain mood when we are all together, it's like the air is full of happiness no matter where we are. Normally it's a blessing to be able to have so much fun, however in serious situations it is quite bothersome. One year, during a class meeting, the mood was heavy and silent, changing suddenly when Pj whispered a joke to me and Chris. We both started making a fool of ourselves and even got sent to the principles office, but I think it was worth the scolding to see the look on everyone's confused faces. A few moments of laughter later, a comfortable silence falls among us, only getting interrupted when Chris turns the radio on quietly. Now bored, I pull out my phone and open tinder, continuing the swiping I was doing earlier. When a really funny, or really cringy, person shows up I show Chris and he then reads it to Pj as to ensure he gets enjoyment out of it too.
                          
   After awhile of driving we arrive at the party. It's at a pretty nice house from the outside, presumably three stories, all covered in new siding. Brick foundation complements small features of the house such as the stone columns supporting the overhanging roof above the front porch and the stairs leading up to it as well. Double doors to the left of the house rest on the well furnished area. Scatted among the walls are wide windows that help put to house together, or they would if bright light wasn't radiating from them. Along with the flashiness protruding out of the windows, loud music echoes down the street, both only causing my headache to worsen.
                          
I grab the handle to the door and yank on it, pushing my body against the exit in hopes to get out. With normal cars the notion was unnecessary, yet with Pj's rust bucket it was my only chance to escape. I feel as if I succeeded as the door swings open with a loud creak. I stand and make my way to the sidewalk, joining the lovers as we stroll our way inside. The two walk with their hands joined, causing a slight hint of loneliness to effect my mood. The strong urge to drink comes out of nowhere and I am happy to comply.
                          
   "I'm going to go get a drink." I speak loudly, trying to get my voice to float above the sea that is the music. I turn once Chris gives me an understanding and affirming nod, walking off to find the kitchen. I almost give up hope as I stumble upon every room besides the one I long, however once I catch a fridge out of the corner of my eye I'm filled with a new sudden thrill. I walk over to the room that is across from the current one and find a slightly populated kitchen. The room has considerably less people in it, only feeling crowded do to the many cups and assortments of alcohol on the granite counter. Near the many kegs, punch bowls, and wine bottles a group of a boys are all chatting and talking among themselves. A few drunk girl sit beside them, batting their eyelashes and giggling at every comment the guys give them. With the women in mind, I decided it is best to not approach them and head to find Chris and Pj, drink in hand.  I weave through the many people and rooms until I see the back of Chris's head as he is full on making out with Pj.
                          
No thanks. I do not want to sit and watch my best friends practically  fucking in public. Gross.
                          
Decision made, I turn and search around, trying to find somewhere else to go. I spot an empty area and walk over to a deserted couch, plopping myself down with a large sigh. I sip on my drink and scroll through my phone to pass time until some boys from my school sit down on the couch beside me and start a conversation with each other. Me being curious, I listen in.
                          
   "So who should be our victim next? I mean I'm kinda getting bored and whats a little drama gonna hurt? I mean we could invite someone to a party next weekend or we could just fake some pictures." One boy starts to talk and the others start to chime in, like a drama hungry pack of wolves.

                          

   "There is always that stupid pastel boy. Ya know? The one that's always trying to make friends? He would probably go to a party and do whatever we say just to be liked." As the other one speaks I realize who he is talking about. Daniel Howell. Thinking about him made me feel sick. He was always wearing stupid outfits and trying to be friends with people. He is always over happy and, while I admit it is kind of cute in a way, it's annoying. One day, during class he was getting his nails painted. Who does that? During class?

                          
   "So, should we go for him?" The guy from before speaks, breaking my train of thought.
                          
   "Yea. I'll invite him to a party on Friday and we can go from there." They all nod at each other and walk away. Confused, I chose to ignore what their words. After all, it's not my business and I could care less if Daniel got hurt. Then maybe he would stop being so happy and annoying all the time.