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When the Leaves Begin to Fall

01. The Party

I couldn’t believe they did this.

Just because I was turning eighteen didn’t mean that they had to rent the entire club out! I mean, it’s LA. We could’ve just gone clubbing anywhere and had a good time.

Nope. That wasn’t their intentions. Only people we knew—and famous people they put on a list—were allowed inside. So, the entire room was full of people I actually knew.

I preferred not knowing the people clubbing around me, honestly. Some of the things I saw them doing . . . I wouldn’t be able to look them in the eye when school started back.

The music was only songs that I wanted to play. If I didn’t like it, I could change it, but more than likely, it was just what I wanted anyways. The drinks were what I wanted. The food was what I wanted.

It was insane, and I couldn’t ask for better friends. They made everything perfect, just like I wanted.

While we waited for people to show up—trust me, they will, especially when they hear that my dad paid for all of it—we took pictures. We even had the bartender, whose job today didn’t include alcohol since ninety-five percent of the guests were under twenty-one, take some of us as a group. I was in the middle with a beautiful tiara on my head, and there were so many of us, he had to take a few steps back from his original place in order to get us all in the picture.

I had my camera all charged up so I could get plenty of pictures. Even though I knew there would be alcohol snuck in and I’d probably end up drunk, I wanted to remember this night.

I looked awesome with my dress. It was a baby blue corset strapless. My hair was styled to look good with the tiara, so it was just an interesting curly bun that Jenna did for me. I couldn’t have boring nails tonight, so I put some blue, pink, and glitter on them.

My shoes were worn until I got here, so I was already out of them. For crying out loud, they were lacy pink stiletto boots. I’m not Beyoncé. I haven’t mastered the art of dancing in those things yet.

The smoky makeup I wore with this made my sapphire eyes look better. Instead of looking like a puddle of muck, they looked clear and defined.

I didn’t know who it was, but someone came up behind me and put their soft hands over my eyes. They were big hands, so it took me a few seconds to put it all together and realize that my ex-boyfriend, Mikey, was in fact the one standing behind me.

He was the only one who knew better than to put his hands tightly over my eyes because last time, I kicked him in the balls when he nearly gouged my eyes out.

I scoffed and turned to face him. “Wow. I didn’t think you’d actually come, especially this early.”

He laughed a little and shrugged. “What can I say? We ended on a bad note, but you’re still my girl. It’s your eighteenth birthday party. Of course I’m gonna be here on time.”

I snorted. “I’m not your girl, Mikey. And if I remember correctly, your hair was always more important anyways.”

Seriously. He takes an hour, at the very least, to do his hair every single day. It’s ridiculous. One time, we were late for my cousin’s wedding because he took two and a half hours getting every hair in the proper place. And I don’t even think it looks that great anyways.

With a sigh, I pulled my camera out and stood beside him. “I’m getting one of everyone. Smile.”

He was groaning after I snapped it. “No more, Ols. You know how I feel about pictures.”

Yeah, you’re an ass and think I’m not good enough to be pictured beside you. Got it.


I mean, I guess I shouldn’t assume that’s what it was. He never actually said that, but that was how I felt because he hated pictures with me, but whenever he was with someone else, like Carly, or any other friend of mine that was a model or just beautiful in general, he had no problem taking pictures with them.

As a matter of fact, as he left my side, he went over and took one with Carly herself.

I sighed and sat back down on the stool I had pulled out. Everything was ready to go, just waiting on people, and just like he always did, Mikey showed up and ruined my happy mood.

I was definitely glad I took Kayti’s advice at the beginning of March. It made the rest of junior year so much better.

Speaking of Kayti . . . .

I looked up in the doorway just in time to see her come in, all dressed up and everything.
Kayti’s dad worked for my dad, and we were friends from preschool until middle school. We drifted apart, but over the last year during school, we were chemistry partners, and we sort of became friends all over again. Life turned around with Kayti back in it. She the most supportive and best friend I had ever had, so I loved having her back.

Some of my other friends asked me about it, even hinted at some disapproval, but I really didn’t care. It wasn’t like they had to be friends with her.

I squealed a little and rushed over to hug her. “Hi! I’m glad you came! I didn’t think you would.”

“I wasn’t going to,” she said, and she made a face at me. “I don’t exactly fit in with your crowd, but I decided, what the hell? You only turn eighteen once.”

I hugged her again. “Well thank you. It means a lot that you’re here.”

“You made your appearance, but you can go now, freak,” Mikey snorted from behind me.

I turned sharply to face him, my eyebrows rose. “Uh, if you’re gonna act like this all night, why don’t you just go? I didn’t invite you anyways. She’s a really great friend, one I’ve had forever, so if anyone’s leaving, it’ll be you.”

“Come on, Oli, she doesn’t exactly have friends here,” said Katrina, probably one of my least favorite “friends” I had. I didn’t like her much, but everyone else I associated with did, so I didn’t have much choice but to associate with her as well.

I shrugged. “If you have a problem with who is at my party, you can show yourself to the door. We’ve been friends since we were babies. I’m not kicking her out because you think she’s too alternative to be here. I happen to love her nose piercing, and I’m thinking of getting a piercing myself.”

Ashley scoffed. “Okay. Calm the dramatics, Ols. She can stay. Everyone just back off, alright? Let’s have fun tonight. No drama.”

That’s not possible if Kat’s here.


When they began walking away, Kayti grabbed my hand to hold me back. I looked back to her with raised eyebrows, but she waited for everyone to leave us alone before she said anything. Mikey didn’t plan on leaving, but when he saw I wasn’t moving and neither was she, he rolled his eyes and went over to take some more pictures with Kiki and Trixie.

She gave me a soft smile. “Thanks, Oli. It’s good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back.”

It was true. For a while, I was just like Kat. I was hateful and mean to anyone who didn’t fit right in with me, but the past year with Kayti, she helped me open my eyes to who I had become, who I didn’t want to be, and I realized that I had changed in a bad way. I was a bad person, so I changed that. It was a working progress, but I was getting there.

So, maybe I needed to stop surrounding myself with bad people . . . .

She began poking me a little. “You still glad you listened to me?”

“So glad,” I sighed, and the pure delight in my voice made me laugh. “He’s just an ass. He complains about taking pictures with me but then goes over and takes them happily with all my friends. And he still tries to get me to sleep with him . . . .”

She snorted. “Okay, well, tell him you’ll have sex with him a million zillion years from now. Let’s
just forget about him and have fun! Let’s get the music started. This party’s boring.”

I stuck my tongue out at her but giggled and began pulling her towards the DJ table. “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry for being such a boring party thrower.”

That made her laugh some more, and she very happily requested a song we danced to often.
The first night we slept over at each other’s house to work on a chemistry project, we broke some of the tension by playing music. This song came on, so we danced, and boom. Best friends again.

Wop
by J-Dash.

Notes

The lyrics are from 22 by Taylor Swift. That song is good, but it's a bit over played for my tastes. :P

Anyways, one more chapter after this one! You guys can decide then whether I should keep His Princess or this story up and going. :)

Check out Oli's outfit here. :)

Comments

TO THE READERS!
I thought I would inform you as the sister of the author that this story will be on hold for a long time as she just gave birth to a little baby boy a little over 2 months ago and is busy being a full-time mom. Sorry and I hope everyone can understand!

xXFluffy_GruXx xXFluffy_GruXx
6/22/16

It's not nice to not update for two months!

xXFluffy_GruXx xXFluffy_GruXx
11/17/14

love it please update more!

@BritineylovesHarry
I actually decided to keep them both. :) I'm gonna see how it goes, but I will definitely be leaving this one up. :)

CaptainHawkeye CaptainHawkeye
7/31/14

Omg keep this one not his princess I just love this one and it's now my number four favorite fan fic under One Directions Property and The Voice and The Tour