The Death He Never Died

It's hot today.

He said he was on his way, that was three hours ago.

He doesn't live that far but even if he did, couldn't he just text to say he's running late? Or that something came up and he can't make it anymore. Anything would've been better than silence.

It takes me a while but I finally decide not to wait anymore and then get ready to meet the girls like I'd originally planned, before he made me cancel. There's a party tonight that I honestly would've much rather missed. But now that he stood me up, I don't want to spend the rest of my evening overthinking about it. That's certainly happened before.

I know he's not going to be happy but I'm also not happy that once again, he failed to show up for me.

I shuffle through my closet for a short tight dress that's also not too revealing but I end up settling for a pair of high-waisted bum shorts with a tight blacktop.

I fix my bra so my cleavage is not showing too much and I throw on a pair of black Yeezy's to complete my simple look.

He doesn't like it when I stand out because he hates it when other guys look at me as he's not able to do anything about it. This is of course because of the fear of exposing our relationship. So I always make it a point to dress down as much as possible so I don't have to suffer through his complaints that I was 'practically naked'. That's probably his favorite sentence to use on me.

I text Liz to tell her I'm ready and I know she's going to be in my driveway in no time so I make my way downstairs to wait for her to come to pick me up. Dad's working late tonight so I don't have to worry about curfew.

This is another reason why today would've been perfect for him to come, we would've had the house all to ourselves without dad's constant distractions. Dad is his biggest fan so whenever he's around he constantly disturbs our bonding time with football questions. I know Ezra doesn't mind, but I do.

I'm now too in a good mood to be stressed about this so I decide to just let it linger in the back of my mind, I'll have a long talk with him tomorrow.

Soon I hear a car hoot and I waste no time getting out of the house, Lizzy hates waiting. We embrace each other in a hug and I compliment her on her outfit. She looks incredible, as always.

We're soon on our way to pick up Emily and Ashley then head to our destination for the night where we'll be meeting the rest of the girls.

Loud music, sweaty bodies, and red cups are three of the most noticeable features as we drive past the main house of the house party venue looking for parking. It's so incredibly full that there are cars parked in the middle of the road, that's hardly a surprise. I look at Liz with an 'I told you so' face but she just shrugs it away.

One would be crazy to drive to one of Bruno Steiner's parties and expect to find parking. I told Liz we should Uber there but my dear friend is beyond stubborn. What makes me even madder is that this is not the first time this has happened. I know she prefers the comfort of her own car but that's not always ideal. Evidently.

We end up parking about two miles away from the party and walk all the way there, to our utter dismay. I feel thankful I didn't wear heels but I can't say the same for my dear friend Liz. It serves her well though.

It takes us a while but we get there eventually . And then,

"Yo Liz, what's up girl?"

"Hey, Lizzy."

"Liz Liz!!"

Did I mention my friend is very popular?

She gets on my nerves a lot of the time but she's a genuine soul that everyone can't help but gravitate towards, myself included. She's incredible to be around and I still can't believe that she's my best friend.

She smiles, waves and hugs a few people as we get closer to the mini-mansion that's overfilled with drunk teenagers.

The first thing we do when we get inside is seek alcohol, after the long walk we had, we need it.

Bruno Steiner always has a designated counter full of alcohol and we find it just as we walk through the door. We're happy when we finally reunite with the rest of the girls once we've gotten our drinks.

Liz has a lot of female friends that I guess are my friends too by default. I'm not very close with them but we do have occasional chitchats whenever I see them at parties. Which happens to be all the time because parties are a given when you're friends with Liz. She hardly gives you a choice.

"We need shots!!" I hear the girl shout from a distance. She was going around greeting and hugging people as I stayed behind with some of the other girls. Someone seemed to have heard her because in no time, a tray is brought to us with shot glasses and a bottle of Jagermeister.

Everyone takes a glass after they've been filled with the alcohol content and we raise them as one of the girls makes a toast,

"To the greatest, most bomb friends in the universe and to an even greater summer,"

We all make random loud noises in celebration. Varsity has been tough and we're all excited to finally just let go and have fun. I know I'm certainly happy that the school term is over, it's been a crazy one for me in more ways than one.

A bunch of people join us in taking shots and we're soon dancing to the rhythm of the loud music as we continue drinking and conversing incoherently.

Liz ignores all the guys who try to hit on her and I laugh at that. They stand no chance. When she's with her friends, it's like no one else exists. She shuts out the world and only allows in the people that matter to her.