6 = act tough

                                    

                                          

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 17th 1987
                          
kennedy's point of view
                          
running in heels should be considered an extreme sport. each step i took i was praying i didn't twist my ankle as i ran down the sidewalk. 
                          
five days ago, jason invited me to costume party a lot of celebrities are going to. my best option to not be recognized tonight was to wear a masquerade mask. yes, it only covered my around my eyes, but i still wanted to look good. a scary mask definitely would not do. 
                          
i promised modern time jason, corey, and jake that i wouldn't use the portal until nighttime. that way they're most likely already asleep and they won't just pass out in any public places. 
                          
it was approximately 11:42 pm and i was finally nearing the building the party is at. i had to run the rest of the way here after hitchhiking half of the way with a stranger. 
                          
my feet were killing me and my friends are definitely waiting on me. 

                          
corey haim's point of view 
                          
"where the hell is she?" i asked as feldman, jason and i stood by the front doors. 
                          
"that girl is never on time, it shouldn't be a surprise." corey said, shifting his wait from one leg to the other.
                          
"she'll be here." jason said. his eyes were locked on watching the doors. we were standing off to the side against the wall as people in costumes walked by us every few seconds. 
                          
the muffled music was seeping down into my ears as it played from the floor above us. 
                          
"do you think she's okay?" i nervously asked, playing with the cuffed sleeves of my jacket.
                          
"she's probably fin-"
                          
"she's here." jason interrupted corey and both of our heads spun around to see kennedy opening the glass door.
                          
she looked frustrated and cold.
                          
we followed jason to meet her halfway.
                          
"jesus, what took you so long?" feldman questioned her.
                          
kennedy's shoulders raised and then dropped as she let out a breath. 
                          
"i mean, we got stuck in traffic for 20 minutes but-"
                          
"oh you got stuck in traffic for 20 minutes?" she sassily remarked, "try using a portal that only takes you to the same spot on santa monica boulevard and having to go from there every time!" she complained, clearly out of breath.
                          
"did you walk here?" jason curiously asked, placing his hand on her shoulder.
                          
"ran!" she exclaimed, "i ran."
                          
"the whole way?" i asked, eyes almost popping out of my head.
                          
"no, some guy gave me a ride and dropped me off like 10 blocks away." she answered, shrugging her shoulders.
                          
"you got in the car with some random guy?" jason quickly asked.
                          
"what's the worst that could've happened?" she asked, pulling the sleeves of her leather jacket over her entire hands. 
                          
"raped, drugged, kidnapped, killed?" feldman listed them off. 
                          
"oooh, kidnapped would've been a new one for me." she sarcastically responded. i don't think i'll ever get over this girls sense of humor. self-deprecating jokes and constantly acting unbothered when she really is, would describe her perfectly. all until the pain she holds inside her builds up to the point she breaks.