“Hey.” A girl, sixteen years old, with masses of bright red hair and big gray eyes opened the door. She snapped her gum, leaning comfortably against the doorway. Loud music sounded from inside.

“Hey, Beth.” I walked up the pathway and into Beth’s mansion of a house, pulling at my camisole nervously. Was I ever going to get over being around her? I held in a sigh. Probably not.

“Everyone’s downstairs. Get yourself a beer.” Beth pointed down the stairs, to where the music was blasting from. I strode over to the opening. I looked back over my shoulder, seeing if she was coming, but Beth was already on the couch, absorbed with a cute junior. I sighed, out loud this time. She didn’t notice.

I descended the stairs quickly. I couldn’t wait to just let go. I was always the life of the party after a few beers. Plus, I didn’t feel any pain of any sort when I was at these loud parties. It was funny actually. I found serenity in the booming music.