upstairs.
“Alright, Dad! Were leaving!”
Tommy, Blake and Shane ran down the stairs, nearly knocking Tristan out of the way.
“We’re taking Cole’s Jeep,” reminded Tristan.
“Okay,” Jack shouted from the dining room. “Keep your brothers out of trouble… Don’t forget curfew!”
“Midnight, right?!”
“11 P.M. young lady. Sharp!”
***
Caribou Road was mobbed with cars when Cole turned his Jeep on the gravel road.
“Jesus Christ, did they invite the entire neighborhood?” asked Shane in surprise.
“Gwen knows a lot of people,” mentioned Tommy.
“Yeah, every time they have a party the cops show up,” mentioned Cole.
“Are there going to be any cheerleaders here?” asked Blake hopefully.
“Oh, God. I hope not!” said Tristan in annoyance.
***
27 Caribou Road was jam packed with people when they arrived. Tommy led the way and weaved through the crowd as he waved to random people he recognized. Roger O’Mara spotted him coming his way and furrowed his brow in irritation.
“Mr. O!” Tommy yelled across the living room. He loved to grate his nerves. Finally, he found Courtney in the sea of people and gave her a peck on the cheek while his brother and cousin made fun of him.
“Hey Court, where’s your sister?” asked Tristan.
“Hey Tristan… Um, like… Which one? I have like a hundred,” said Courtney dumbly.
Tristan could feel her IQ dropping by the second.
“Trixie… We have a card for her,” explained Tristan.
“Oh… She’s probably in the yard with her friends.”
“Okay, thanks.”
She didn’t know how her brother put up with that airhead. Tristan desperately wanted to take a pin and jab it in her forehead to see if her head would pop. Cole and Tristan made their way outside while Blake and Shane mingled with the other party guests. Blake saw Natalie by the radio and started to dance really badly with her; she seemed embarassed by his total lack of rhythm. Shane, meanwhile, tried his luck chatting up two cheerleaders who were standing near the back door. When they outright rejected him, he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and joined his cousin on the makeshift dance floor.
***
Angie stood outside by the tiki bar her father had installed as the party raged on. With a beer in one hand, she smoothed down her black dress with the other. Angie decided that she would need to make the best of the situation and try to have a good time. She had even worn makeup for the occasion, which was exceedingly rare these days. Hunter took her in from the far corner of the yard. She looked beautiful and completely at peace. Angie O’Mara had definitely come a long way since their high school days. Angie watched Hunter approach her. He was dressed smartly in a pair of khakis and a white button down shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves. She could just make out her name on his arm.
“Look who decided to join us!” said Angie excitedly.
“I told you I’d be here,” Hunter said with a cocky half-smile.
“Can I get you a drink?” Angie asked.
“Shot of whiskey. Straight.”
Angie passed a shot glass to Hunter. The amber liquid in the glass swirled gracefully and permeated the air with a bitter smell.
“Bottom’s up!”
***
Tristan and Cole found Trixie in the yard. She was surrounded by her legions of friends. This included girls from the cheer squad, guys from the football and track teams, neighborhood kids and some faces that even Cole didn’t recognize. They weren’t able to squeeze through the sea of people, so Tristan left Trixie’s card on the kitchen counter where other gifts had gathered. Cole glanced over at Tristan warily. He could tell that she didn’t want to be here. Frankly, neither did he.
“Let’s get out of here…” Cole said as Tristan let a smile creep across her face.
***
Cole
“Alright, Dad! Were leaving!”
Tommy, Blake and Shane ran down the stairs, nearly knocking Tristan out of the way.
“We’re taking Cole’s Jeep,” reminded Tristan.
“Okay,” Jack shouted from the dining room. “Keep your brothers out of trouble… Don’t forget curfew!”
“Midnight, right?!”
“11 P.M. young lady. Sharp!”
***
Caribou Road was mobbed with cars when Cole turned his Jeep on the gravel road.
“Jesus Christ, did they invite the entire neighborhood?” asked Shane in surprise.
“Gwen knows a lot of people,” mentioned Tommy.
“Yeah, every time they have a party the cops show up,” mentioned Cole.
“Are there going to be any cheerleaders here?” asked Blake hopefully.
“Oh, God. I hope not!” said Tristan in annoyance.
***
27 Caribou Road was jam packed with people when they arrived. Tommy led the way and weaved through the crowd as he waved to random people he recognized. Roger O’Mara spotted him coming his way and furrowed his brow in irritation.
“Mr. O!” Tommy yelled across the living room. He loved to grate his nerves. Finally, he found Courtney in the sea of people and gave her a peck on the cheek while his brother and cousin made fun of him.
“Hey Court, where’s your sister?” asked Tristan.
“Hey Tristan… Um, like… Which one? I have like a hundred,” said Courtney dumbly.
Tristan could feel her IQ dropping by the second.
“Trixie… We have a card for her,” explained Tristan.
“Oh… She’s probably in the yard with her friends.”
“Okay, thanks.”
She didn’t know how her brother put up with that airhead. Tristan desperately wanted to take a pin and jab it in her forehead to see if her head would pop. Cole and Tristan made their way outside while Blake and Shane mingled with the other party guests. Blake saw Natalie by the radio and started to dance really badly with her; she seemed embarassed by his total lack of rhythm. Shane, meanwhile, tried his luck chatting up two cheerleaders who were standing near the back door. When they outright rejected him, he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and joined his cousin on the makeshift dance floor.
***
Angie stood outside by the tiki bar her father had installed as the party raged on. With a beer in one hand, she smoothed down her black dress with the other. Angie decided that she would need to make the best of the situation and try to have a good time. She had even worn makeup for the occasion, which was exceedingly rare these days. Hunter took her in from the far corner of the yard. She looked beautiful and completely at peace. Angie O’Mara had definitely come a long way since their high school days. Angie watched Hunter approach her. He was dressed smartly in a pair of khakis and a white button down shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves. She could just make out her name on his arm.
“Look who decided to join us!” said Angie excitedly.
“I told you I’d be here,” Hunter said with a cocky half-smile.
“Can I get you a drink?” Angie asked.
“Shot of whiskey. Straight.”
Angie passed a shot glass to Hunter. The amber liquid in the glass swirled gracefully and permeated the air with a bitter smell.
“Bottom’s up!”
***
Tristan and Cole found Trixie in the yard. She was surrounded by her legions of friends. This included girls from the cheer squad, guys from the football and track teams, neighborhood kids and some faces that even Cole didn’t recognize. They weren’t able to squeeze through the sea of people, so Tristan left Trixie’s card on the kitchen counter where other gifts had gathered. Cole glanced over at Tristan warily. He could tell that she didn’t want to be here. Frankly, neither did he.
“Let’s get out of here…” Cole said as Tristan let a smile creep across her face.
***
Cole
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