Davey

"You are coming to the party with me." Giselle growls as she folds her arms across her chest.

I copy her movements and huff, "I am not!"

"Yes you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"You most certainly are!"

"I most certainly am not!"

This went on for another five minutes, each of us attempting to convince the other whether or not I was going with her to the party.

Giselle holds her hand out, temporarily silencing me. She opens her mouth and says, "Remember that time when I bought some gummy worms and gave you the whole pack without making you pay me back?"

My right hand slaps my forehead before I slowly slide it down my face.

"Dude!" I exclaim, done with life at this point. "You literally bought those for one dollar! I give you stuff that is worth more than that almost every day! Plus, that was five years ago and you didn't even earn that dollar, you cheated some old guy out of it by doing a "magic" trick!"

Giselle smiles deviously and mutters, "Oh yeah! That was the best trick I've ever done in my entire eighteen years of living. Ah, memories."

Gee, way to rub in the fact that I don't turn eighteen until two months after I start college.

What a bumnugget.

Silence falls over us as I watch Giselle stare into space like a loon, probably remembering the "magic" trick. 

I can't take it anymore! The silence is getting to me!

"Ugh fine I'll go to the stupid party with you!"

That is a terrible idea, my brain protests.

Yeah, my brain is probably right. Not even five seconds later, Giselle tackles me to the ground and squeals happily, shouting stuff like: "Omg I knew you would agree! and "We're gonna have so much fun!" and "Stephanopolopodopolous!"

I'm not joking. I am pretty sure I just heard her say that.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumble, trying to push her off of me. "Quit trying to murder my eardrums and get off of me already."

"Sweetie... if I wanted to murder your eardrums, I would've done so already."

~~

So, after this morning's terrible fright, I decide to go to the movies to get myself pumped and happy for when I have to go to Giselle's friend, Omar's stupid party. I hate parties. I am legit like Alessia Cara in the video for her song, Here.

That girl is so lucky we are best friends or I swear I would've murdered her already.

Not literally though. I am too lazy to murder her. But.. I have watched How to Get Away with Murder and Criminal Minds (still watch that) so I probably could.

Yeah, but then who would I call to tell them I need a shovel to bury the dead body? My best friend that's who, but she'd be dead because I killed her so then I'd just be screwed and...

Wow, that escalated quickly. 

I shake my head of my weirdo thoughts and smile before pushing open the theater's doors. 

The aroma of popcorn and other deliciously overpriced treats that could probably give me diabetes enter my nostrils. I sigh in content and skip over to the ticket box, standing behind an elderly woman with a walking stick. 

You heard me. Not a cane, but a walking stick. 

How dope is that?!

I chuckle to myself softly as I imagine her being an awesome kung fu master like Oogway from the movie Kung Fu Panda.

There is apparently only one ticket person inside today, some guy with an interesting curly blondish-brown mop of hair, green eyes, nice eyebrows, full lips, and curly eyelashes.

Basically, nice humanoid boy features.

"Here you go ma'am, one ticket to see Fist Fight," the ticket boy says politely, sliding the tickets to the lady.

She glares at him. "Don't call me ma'am ya twat! I ain't no ma'am! It makes me sound old! I ought to swing my trusty stick of walking at your face!"

I can't help it. I burst out laughing, tears pooling out of my eyes as I imagine the lady beating ticket boy up with her "trusty stick of walking".

The lady turns to me, her stick missing my face by an inch. "What're you laughing at young grasshopper?" 

I try to stifle my giggles, but it is to no avail. My mouth opens to say, "Nothing Miss," but instead I end up asking, "Don't you mean young whippersnapper?"

Her eyes widen. "Well I'll be! Ye are older than I am if you're gonna call someone a young whippersnapper! Get with the times girlie!"

With that, she triumphantly limps away, her "trusty stick of walking" pounding on the ground.

The ticket boy and I share eye contact, my dark browns finding his forest greens for a slight second before we bust out laughing.

"Man do I love this job!" he exclaims, wiping a tear from his eye. 

"I bet you do," I respond, my fit of giggles slowly fading away.

"Give me a sec," he says as he turns around. "Please," he adds, seemingly as an afterthought.

I nod and watch as he opens a drawer and puts something inside. He turns back around and I immediately announce, "One child ticket for Beauty and the Beast please!"

Lol I am so not going to see Beauty and the Beast. I am going to sneak into the next showing of Logan, which is in about... six minutes.

He looks me up and down. 

"Sorry, you must be three to eleven years old to receive a child's ticket."

Drat! I quickly take a subtle peek around the room, looking for someone to use. A cheshire cat grin dances across my lips as I spot my target.

I hold up my finger as if to say: "one second please" and rush over to a random little boy, grab his arm, and drag him over to the ticket booth. I pull my white wig from my purse and slap it onto my head.

"Well, I am a senior citizen, age sixty-seven, who wants to take my dear grandson, Benny, to see Logan. How 'bout now?"

How 'bout now? 'Cause I'm up right now, and you stuck right now. Oh, you thought you had it all figure out back then but how 'bout now?

[A/N Sorry, I got triggered. Drake entered my brain. Anywhozies...]

The ticket boy stares at me, seeming confuzzled and shocked. The random little boy looks up at me with wide eyes, so I wink at him. He giggles. 

Wait, I recognize this kid! This is Ms. Macey's adorable little three year old! Funny, his name actually is Benny...

I open my mouth to say something to him, but before I can get a word out, ticket boy shrugs and with a laugh states, "Well, you've amused me so here, take the child's ticket. Enjoy your movie. I hear it's the best Wolverine movie yet."

Yes! my brain shouts with glee. I only have to pay nine dollars as opposed to the typical twelve!

Beaming at the ticket boy, I pull my wig off and hand him my money, excitedly taking the ticket from him.

After I have a secure hold on the ticket, I rush over to the person who tells people their theater number.

This time, it's a girl sitting in a chair, one of her legs propped up on the little podium the 3D glasses are located on.

I gently push Benny behind me so that the ticket girl can't see him and hand her my ticket. 

She lazily looks over at me as if I just irked her last nerve, then carelessly rips my ticket and receipt apart, before handing the ticket to me and monotonously saying, "Theater 13, to the right."

"What?" I find myself saying. "No enjoy your movie?"

She rolls her eyes at me.

"Enjoy your movie," she mutters, making a point to glare at me so hard that I begin to wonder if she has Superman's heat vision because I grow hotter and hotter with each passing second. 

Whatever.

I smile and giddily giggle, my eyebrows wiggling. Swiveling on my heel, I go over to Ms. Macey and give her back to Benny (not before giving him a lollipop of course) and skip in the direction of my theater like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.

I'm off to see Logan, the wonderful wolverine man!

Before I get all the way past the ticket box, I yell, "Thank you curly haired ticket dude!" 

"My name is Devin!" he shouts back.

~~

I now stand in the midst of Omar's party wearing comfy grey sweatpants and an oversized tee, my face free of makeup, my hair in a half-assed bun with wisps of it sticking out all over the place.

Logan was a great movie, the best Wolverine movie I'd ever seen, but so freaking depressing that I decide that I must bug or confuzzle people to make myself feel better.

So for my first victim, I walk up to a random guy wearing a cool jean jacket with a weird tattoo of a woman (among others), long red hair with the sides trimmed, and a black earring in his right ear.

"Hi!" I chirp, giving him a tiny wave.

"Hi?" he answers, his voice deeper than expected. "Do I know you?"

What the actual fudge this dude is as deep as freaking Vin Diesel's!

"Probably not," I respond honestly. [A/N should it say I respond honestly or I honestly respond?]

Random red-haired guy quirks his brow and looks at me as if to say: "what do you want?"

I clear my throat and say, "Do you think I look nice?"

He licks his lips and gives me a confuzzled look, then shrugs.

"I guess so. You're not ugly if that's what you're asking. This is a party, so your attire compared to other girls is quite odd, but you look pretty comfortable, probably more comfortable than I am."

He nods as if finishing his thought.

"Yes, props to you for breaking barriers of how a girl should dress at a party. You have modesty. I like that."

Some girl's voice resonates throughout the room, causing him to turn his head. 

I follow his gaze over to some girl wearing a white dress shirt and light wash skinny jeans, with long, Little Mermaid red hair, a ginormous white earring in her left ear and a colorful chest tattoo, leaning against the room's threshold. 

"Thomas! Come on bro, I want to play beer pong and foosball in the basement!"

Red haired guy, Thomas, nods and turns back to me.

"Hate to cut this weird convo short but my sister, Daph, is getting antsy. I gotta go. See you later maybe? You look kind of familiar."

With that, he swaggers over to his sister and they leave the room.

Huh, now that I think about it they do seem a tad bit familiar...

I've got it! An invisible light bulb lights above my head. They are the twins from my AP Chem class!

Happy with my discovery, I dance into another guy's peripheral vision, his blue eyes capturing my own dark browns.

I make it over to him and smile, wagging my hands at him in a feeble attempt of waving. 

"What's up?" I ask, widening my eyes a little to look more innocent, as well as hiding my surprise because I only just now realized that this guy is my old crush, Zayne. 

Ha, Giselle owes me seven hundred dollars! She bet that I would never talk to my crush, but here I am now!

"Hello?" a masculine voice calls, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh yeah, sorry, I spaced out for a second there. So... how do you think I look?"

He cocks his head to the side and asks, "What?"

"How do you think I look? Terrible right?"

His eyebrows furrow. "Not really. You actually look cute. You could be in... not sweatpants and an oversized tee, but you actually look pretty hot."

Oh. My. Goodness. My crush just called me hot! 

Weird, I don't feel much different. All well.

"Thanks!" I say, reaching up and running my fingers through his messy quiff.

He looks at me strangely, but doesn't question me. 

"What? It just looked so fluffy that I had to touch it."

He shrugs and looks me in the eyes.

"I wasn't going to say anything. It actually feels pretty good. Like a massage for my head."

Grinning, I run my hands through his hair one more time before I stop and proceed to walk away.

"Wait!" he calls, grabbing my wrist.

"You're Davey, right?"

My eyes widen in surprise. 

"You know who I am?"

"Of course! You're the quiet girl that is always with the contrasting loud girl, Gazelle. You guys are quite hilarious to me, seeing as you are polar opposites."

I smile. 

"It's Giselle. My friend's name is Giselle. Anyway, wow, I never knew that anyone really notices me."

"Well maybe other's don't but I do. Can I maybe, get your number?"

My number?!

"Holy shi- I mean yeah sure, whatever. It's Ilovebacon."

I wink and walk away.

He's a smart guy, I'm sure he can understand what that means.

[A/N For those who have no idea what that means, it's 456-832-2266. I totally made the 'Ilovebacon' part up, so the number is completely random. The letters translate to those numbers because old phones had the numbers 0-9, each number having a letter (or multiple letters) or a symbol]

Next victim!

I talk to other guys [A/N If I make this a book I will actually put the pics of the guys and make weird convos they have with Davey, but rn I am too lazy] and ask them how I look, some obviously wanting to say 'terrible' but being too scared to say so. That, or they asked for my number.

Drunk people are hilarious.

All of the dudes, minus Zayne, that asked for my number were given my friend Chelsea's number. 

She graduated last year, but we still keep in touch. I'm sure she won't be mad that I gave them her number. 

Guys are fun according to her. Much easier to handle than girls. Plus, they have fire af video games.

I am bored, my brain admits.

"Me too," I mumble to myself. 

No doubt Giselle is lost in the crowd of people, having a great time. I should just leave. Omar is like Giselle's best guy friend, so I'm sure he won't mind her staying over.

Hm..I guess I'll just try one more guy before I leave. I make my way over to the front door, pushing past the sweaty dancing bodies jumping all over the place like hooligans to the pounding music.

My eyes search for someone, anyone to ask. They land on a guy with dark brown hair sitting on a bar chair by himself, drinking something from a red cup.

I dance over to him and sit down beside him. He doesn't even glance up at me, which causes me to frown.

Hmm, this guy kinda looks like a guy named Jace in my class..

"Hey," I say, hoping to catch his attention.

"What?" he asks, not even looking up. 

"Be honest, how do I look to you?"

He glances over at me before rudely saying, "You look like you just got dragged in from one hell of a rainstorm that lead to flooding and some cat that was on the same branch as you released its claws into your hair."

I gasp, my face contorting one of hurt. I probably look like I am about to cry, but I don't care.

Huh, I was right! This is Jace! 

He's such an arsehole!

Jace's eyes widen and his jaw drops. No doubt he wants to take the words back. 

I smile and cheer.

"Finally!"

His eye's cloud over in confuzzlement as he asks, What is happening right now?"

I beam at him and say "Dude, you literally just made my night! I asked a whole bunch of guys the same question and they either said I looked bangable or beautiful and some other bull."

I roll my eyes.

"Psht, yeah right! I purposefully dressed like this to see what guys would say about me. I was considering leaving, but I decided to ask one more person and I just so happened to spot you.

Oddly enough, you are the only one who told it like it is. Thank God, the human race does have a chance!"

A/N

Song: Party - Chris Brown ft. Usher, Gucci Mane

(Sorry for the cursing, but this song is so freaking catchy!)

Enjoy this video of Vin Diesel on helium: 

https://youtu.be/NM3hCqbleKI

CAST (I think)

Selena Gomez as Giselle Iris, AGE 18

Hayley Kiyoko as Davey Marigold, AGE 17

Irina Valeryevna Shaykhlislamova as Chelsea Boxer, AGE 20

Will Meyers as Devin Stone-Martin, AGE 18

Ansel Elgort as Jace Oakton, AGE 18