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[color=00fa9a]“I’m surprised you’re even going tonight. Figured this many people in one place was sure to spook you into staying in.”[/color]

Millie Jean stared out the window, her eyes tracking the cars flying past. Part of her wanted to stick some headphones in to calm her nerves before she entered a crowded cesspool of STDs and assaulting noises, but she knew her sister Kellie Anne wouldn’t take lightly to that. [color=D6BEE1]“Well, mom wanted me to go. So, I’m going.”[/color]

Kellie Anne’s nostrils immediately flared in annoyance. Ah, yes, how could she forget about that afternoon’s argument? After Kellie had announced she’d be heading out to Kavi’s party, the twins’ mother had insisted that Millie tag along in hopes that it would ‘help her have some fun’. Knowing her sister like she did, Kellie had fought tooth and nail to prevent this from happening. Whenever their mother asked one sister to tag along with the other, it was usually so one would look after the other, and the last thing the dancer wanted was to play babysitter when she was supposed to be having fun. And yet here she was a few hours later: both sisters on the way to the party at the center of the family discord, Kellie’s angry brown eyes on the road while keeping both hands on the wheel of her Beetle.

[color=D6BEE1]“Don’t worry,”[/color] Millie Jean said after seeing the sour look on Kellie’s face, [color=D6BEE1]“I’ll be fine on my own and you can do whatever.”[/color]

It wasn’t like Millie Jean wanted to be there or be an accessory attached to Kellie Jean’s belt loops. Millie Jean just wanted to stay home and watch her butterflies (she would go swimming, but she’s not allowed to without supervision yet). A party was the last thing she wanted to go to, and she could already imagine the acrid smell of alcohol wafting over her until it sunk into her clothes. She couldn’t wait to be back home.

[color=00fa9a]“Yeah, because leaving you to your own devices was such a [i]marvelous[/i] idea the last time…”[/color] Kellie muttered, brows furrowing together now. She knew that mentioning her sister’s incident was a low blow, but a big part of her was still hurt about how Millie could have possibly thought she didn’t have anybody to trust with her issues. Well, now she most certainly did [i]not[/i] have her twin in her corner. If she wanted to be a selfish bitch, then so be it.

Millie Jean’s blood boiled under her skin, so hot she could feel it climb up to her cheeks and turn her face bright red under her Halloween makeup. She knew it would start a fight and maybe that’s why she said it, [color=D6BEE1]“Maybe worry about what girl your boy toy is going to be fucking at this party, Kellie Anne. ‘Cause it sure won’t be you.”[/color]

Kellie’s knuckles whitened as her grip on the steering wheel strengthened with holding back the urge to grab her sister by the throat, her face a mask of fury now. [color=00fa9a]“At least I’m not some depressed, reclusive virgin who doesn’t even know what a kiss feels like,”[/color] she spat, pure venom in her spew of words now. [color=00fa9a]“You know what? You should have dressed like Rapunzel tonight- the two of you have a lot in common. You know: locked in a tower, alone in the world, twiddling their thumbs and moping around waiting for some [i]Prince Charming[/i] to come whisk them away to live oh-so [i]‘happily ever after’[/i]… [i]So[/i] romantic.”[/color]

[color=D6BEE1]“No, I’m just waiting for [i]you[/i] to leave!”[/color] Millie Jean shouted, whipping her head to glare at Kellie Anne’s silhouette in the driver’s seat. [color=D6BEE1]“Are we almost there already? I can’t wait to get out of this car.”[/color]

[color=00fa9a]“Oh, [i]really[/i]? Well then let me make it easier for you!”[/color] Kellie shouted back, slamming her foot on the brakes and bringing the car to a full stop. Fuming, she unlocked the Beetle’s doors and glared right back at her sister. [color=00fa9a]“Get out of the damn car, Millie Jean. You can walk yourself to the damn party.”[/color]

[color=D6BEE1]“So much for not being able to leave me to my [i]own devices[/i], huh?”[/color] Millie Jean bit back viciously, unbuckling her seatbelt even though she really didn’t want to get out of the car. [color=D6BEE1]“What makes you so sure I’ll go to the party? I’m sure I can find a high enough bridge around here, or maybe a freeway. Maybe I’ll be picked up by some strange man in his van or get stabbed by a crackhead on the streets! Wonder what mom will say to that.”[/color]

Millie Jean hoped Kellie Anne would take her bait and continue driving. She didn’t really want to walk, and if it came down to swallowing her pride or putting her sneakers to work, Millie would sacrifice the soles of her shoes before she sacrificed her ego. 

Kellie Anne was quiet for a long time, truly contemplating whether beating up Millie was really worth skipping the party for. I mean, it certainly was an inviting idea, and it would help her get rid of the anger that was currently pumping through her veins. But did she [i]really[/i] want to miss the chance of a fun night with Shawna, Sawyer and the rest of her friends over her sister’s stupidity? Not one bit.

[color=00fa9a]“You know what [i]I[/i] wonder? What Mom would say about one twin suddenly snapping and running her car over the manipulative, piece of shit body of the other one,”[/color] she finally replied. [color=00fa9a]“But that’s probably what your psychopath self has wanted all along, so I’ll save you the enjoyment. Do me a favor and keep your stupid mouth shut for the rest of the trip.”[/color]

[color=D6BEE1]“Just drive.”[/color] Millie muttered, fastening her seatbelt and leaning pack in the seat. She glared out the window, resolutely keeping her lips pressed together.

After an angry huff, Kellie released the brakes and floored the gas pedal again. An uncomfortable silence settled in the car, the atmosphere thick with the unresolved tension between the two bitter, upset sisters. Thankfully, the rest of their drive came to an end sooner rather than later, and before they knew it, Kellie Anne was claiming one of the prime parking spots in front of the spacious home.

[color=00fa9a]“You’re on your own, Mills. Don’t bother me unless you’re dying.”[/color] And with the warning still hanging in the air, the long-haired [url=https://partycity6.scene7.com/is/image/PartyCity/_pdp_sq_?$_1000x1000_$&$product=PartyCity/P687231]Snow White[/url] exited the car, squared her shoulders, plastered the best smile she could muster up under the circumstances, and made her way into the party.

Millie Jean didn’t follow her sister right away, bending slightly to check over her [url=https://i.imgur.com/esMLXws.gif]Day of the Dead[/url] makeup in the side mirror of the car instead. She had done it hastily since she had no intention of coming to the party until her mom forced her to and the Day of the Dead makeup was decided on after frantically thinking up easy costumes. Eventually, after fiddling with the flower in her hair, she had run out of things to double-check and was forced to walk into the party.

A beautiful array of Halloween-themed decorations greeted the young woman, and so did a large group of classmates both known and unknown. She said her hellos and waved at a few teammates before giving a quick look-around to her surroundings. As if by instinct or pulled by some sort of unknown magnetism, her brown eyes immediately fell on Max, and Kellie felt her breath get caught in her throat. If the boy usually shone by himself, it was nothing compared to the way he did now. The golden Roman soldier costume he’d chosen called attention to every one of his best features: the tall frame, the muscled arms, the defined chest, the toned legs[s], the golden treasure below the belt that she would never admit to taking a second good look at[/s]… All in their usual perfect state, down to the glowing smile on his handsome face. She couldn’t help but stare at him for what seemed like a lifetime… Up until company arrived in the form of Yessi Astor.

Kellie’s heart immediately shriveled up into a sad, pathetic prune. Of [i]course[/i] he would be with her. She was his ‘best friend’, and probably the most provocative girl in the room. With a like that, would he even bother with giving a second glance at any other girl? Feeling the tears starting to sting her eyes, the dancer turned on her heel and walked away, with no particular purpose or direction.

Lucky for her, the path had led to her newest best friend, who was currently standing alone by the drinks table, and whatever sadness she was feeling evaporated somewhat. Smiling, Kellie made a beeline towards the caramel-skinned girl and threw her arms around her as soon as she was within reach.

[color=00fa9a]“Oh my God! You look amazing!”[/color] Kellie cried out, planting a quick kiss on Shawna’s lips. [color=00fa9a]“I told you that Cleopatra costume was the way to go! You’ll have [i]everyone[/i] at this party swooning after you.”[/color]

While her sister mingled, Millie Jean found herself a soda and squeezed her way to the wall, away from the bodies of everyone else. Her short trip from the cooler to her now-declared territory was torture with people pressing in on her and the feeling of a hundred hot exhales brushing across her neck. The wall was good, the wall was great, it was her only friend in this hellhole. Millie Jean was content with being on her own, the crowd was causing her anxiety and she just wanted to sweat in the corner until an acceptable time has passed so she could be-bop her way out of there.

She was beginning to settle in when a voice right next to her startled her, causing her jump slightly and the coke to slosh in her red solo cup. At first, she didn’t think the voice was directed at her, despite his words seeming to fit her description rather well - there was no way she was the only one there with Day of the Dead makeup, though. However, once she glanced up at a guy in front of her with a chiseled jaw and a wetsuit on.

[color=D6BEE1]“Um,”[/color] Millie Jean stuttered softly, trying to think of a polite but uninterested response. Maybe if she was weird enough, he would go away, [color=D6BEE1]“my mom made me come because I’m a social recluse and she’s under the impression that forcing me to interact with my flea-infested peers will make me more likeable as a person. Your nipples look weird.”[/color]

Millie Jean immediately flushed at her last sentence, looking away and take a long drink of her soda. She wanted to weird him out and make him go away, but not at the expense of coming off as a [i]total[/i] freak. Though, Kellie Anne would argue that she is a total freak. This was going to be a long night for her.
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