"I know how you feel. I just don't care." I mutter song lyrics under my breath as Kaylin catches up to me to ask me something.
The half moon shines brightly as she speaks, as if it's a spotlight.
Great, now even the moon likes her.
"Why does Harry talk to you?" She spits and smooths out her dress.
"He hates me." I reply hollowly.
Her face brightens. "Good. I hate you too. Where does he live?"

"Across the street from me." I groan as I slouch over to James and I's house, grabbing the keys.

"SERIOUS?!" She squeals and starts to jump up and down.
"Hey look, there's the Dark Lord." I point over the street and she bounces over there and I huff a sigh of releif.

I unlock the door and look over my shoulder and chuckle.
3.. 2.. 1.. he got tackled.
I go inside and close the door, excpecting James to be here any second.
I put down the keys and pull off my black boots, kicking them near the living room wall.
I pad upstairs in my white socks into my room.

It has black walls and a giant white bed in the middle. The floor is carpeted with fluffy carpeting and when you walk on it it's like
you're walking on clouds.
I throw clothes through my closet on the closet floor and decide on black sweatpants and a Nike sweatshirt that reaches up to
my thighs.
I pad downstairs to get a snack and go into the kitchen.
A knock on the door fills my ears.
"COME IN JAMES!" I scream.

The door doesn't open. I groan and get up to open the door.
"Dexter? What're you doing here?!" I grin and give him a kiss.
"Hey hey, Marilyn!"

His breath reeks of alcohol.
"Um, what have you been doing?" I chuckle slightly.

"At the bar, babe. C'mon, let's GOO!" He yells and hoots.
"Um, let me just change?" I ask slightly as I pad upstairs to my closet.
I pick out a red dress up to my knees in white ruffles, and white flats. I put on some lip gloss and mascara and quickly go back
downstairs.
Dexter steers me into the car and starts it up.
"You sure?" I mutter.
"Yeahhh!" He hoots and starts to drive.
________________________________________________


The music blares over the speakers and the lights flicker on and off with green and red lights. The floor shines brightly with the
same colors as the lights as drunk and/or sober people dance around wildly, switching partners and chugging down
alcohol.
The screams and cheers for the DJs confuse my hearing as if it isn't enough for my eyes to handle.
"OH MY GOSH, YOU'RE MARILYN DAWSON!" A girl squeals. "CAN I HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH?!?!"
"Sure!" I grin and sign my signature in her book and venture on.

"OH MY GOSH, YOU'RE ONE DIRECTION!" I hear the same girl squeal. I roll my eyes. Perfect. Fucking perfect.
Dexter is off with his friends but I nervously shoot him a glance.
He doesn't notice me but only wildly shakes his hips with another girl.
She looks like she's flirting with him as his cheeks burn red and he chuckles drunkly.
The pieces of the picture don't come together until they crash their lips together.