Scarlet squealed happily and I swear Travis’s shoulders loosen again. This might be fun. I thought.

There was a moan from the other room. “We better take care of them,” Scarlet said, which a bit of a chuckle. So we tended to them and Scarlet drove them and me home.

Before I knew it I was at Scarlet’s the next day preparing for the party. Apparently, skinny jeans and a cute tank aren’t good enough for “parties like this.”

“But, Scarlet, why can’t I wear jeans! I feel more comfortable in places I don’t know if all my legs are covered!” I complained as Scarlet tried to shove a skirt at me.

“Because, these are boys we don’t know. We have to impress them.” She commented.

“But you have a boyfriend, why do you need any other boys checking you out.” I said.

“Sure, you right,” She answered, though I knew she didn’t mean it, “But, you. You don’t and you need one” She protested.

“I have Travis.” Yeah, right, like I would say that! Instead I kept quiet, watching as she dug through her closet.