The Journal
Chapter 16.
9 March, 4:03pm, 2003
So I'm about to go to Stella and Kellin's house so Stella can "dress me up". I'm regretting ever agreeing with this.
*****
"Why can't I just wear my clothes?" I grumbled as Stella looked through her dresses.
"Because I'm not letting you go to my party in jeans and a sweater. It's just not happening," she replied.
"Ooh this will look perfect on you!" Stella pulled out a long sleeved black dress. And it was well... Short and tight.
"I am not wearing that," I shook my head.
"Yes you are!" she sung.
"Aren't I a little... big for that?" I asked, feeling self conscious about my weight yet again.
"Are you kidding me?! Your bod is hot! I'm actually jealous! Now go try it on!" Stella encouraged, passing me the dress and pretty much shoving me into her ensuite. I sighed but closed the door as stripped free of my jeans and shirt. I reluctantly pulled the dress over my head and frowned at the bracelets which were bulging from underneath the sleeves. I removed them because I knew the sleeves would cover all the scars on my wrists. I hesitantly looked in the mirror and gasped. The tight dress ended mid thigh, covering all of my scars there. It hugged my body perfectly, making me seem slimmer and showing off curves I didn't even know I had. I smiled a little bit, and walked back into Stella's room.
"Wow, that looks amazing! You suit that dress better than I do!" I blushed and thanked her.
"Now time for hair and make-up," I flinched and looked up at her.
"No!" I began running away, but she started chasing me and all I was accomplishing was running around Stella's room in a circle.
"Bonnie! Sit on the chair!"
"NEVER!" The swivel chair did look fun, but it was a trap! Stella then tackled me, making me scream. We started argueing and screaming at each other when the door burst open. Bryce barged in with a baseball bat, swinging it around. We froze, and then Bryce froze, slowly lowering the bat.
"What is going on in here?!" he demanded.
"... Nothing?" Stella offered, raising her perfect eyebrows.
"Whatever. Just don't scream like that again! I thought you were getting murdered. Now I'm heading out for the night so you guys can have your party. I've moved everything breakable!" We nodded and Bryce left, shutting the door behind him. Stella and I continued to argue - quietly this time- when I finally gave up and decided to let the birthday girl do what she wanted to my face and hair. I sat down on the chair and she turned me around so I couldn't see in the mirror until she was finished. Stella started my face and put more make-up on me than I've ever had on in my entire life.
"Mascara to make those long eyelashes of yours even more lucious. How the heck are they so long?!"
"Ooh eyeshadow!"
"This lipstick is pretty!"
"Oh I love glitter!"
Are just a few things I've heard her say.
"Done! Now to start on your hair," I groaned and she giggled before pulling out a curler, straighteners and heaps of hair products. Oh god. She separated my bangs from the rest of my hair by pinning it forward and brushing my hair into a high neat ponytail. She then proceeded to curl the strands of the ponytail, which took for fucking ever. After she had finished that, she straightened my bands and pinned them over to the side.
"Okay, wow," Stella stood back and admired her work. I turned around and stared for a minute before actually realising it was me. I actually looked pretty.
"Do you like it?" she asked hopefully. I had black and silver eyeshadow blended in to make a kind of smoky look, and my eyelashes were coated with thick mascara and a heavy eyeliner look. I also had a nice red lipstick and my cheeks were a rosy pink from the blush she had put on my cheeks.
"I love it. Thank you," I smiled, standing up and giving her a hug.
"Oh good. You look hot! Now to find you some shoes..." She started rummaging through her closet, throwing shoes she didn't want out of it. Have fun cleaning that up Stells. I heard music and laughter downstairs, so I knew people were starting to arrive.
"PERFECT!" Stella picked up a pair of black high heels with silver studs.
"Oh hell no. I can't walk in heels,"
"Just try them on," I sighed but placed them on my feet, feeling uncomfortable already. I stood up and attempted to walk in them, falling to the floor in just under 3 struggled steps.
"You're hopeless. Get up and try again," Stella helped me up.
"Get up and try again," I mimicked her quietly, hoping she didn't hear. But she did. She glared at me and slapped my arm. I tried to walk again, but it was useless.
"Stella, if I can't walk in heels sober, than I definitely can't walk in heels drunk. Can't I just wear those?" I pointed at my beloved black converse sitting in the corner of her room. She just looked at me like I had 2 heads.
"Absolutely not! Hold on, I think I have some wedges somewhere..." Stella went through her closet again, pulling out black wedges. I tried them on and then went to walk, not falling over once.
"Ooh yay! Come have a look at yourself," She lead me over to the floor lengthed mirror and I looked at myself. The dress and shoes together made my legs look a mile long!
"Yeah,you look hot. Let's go greet some people!" Stella grabbed my hand and rushed us downstairs. How can she even run this fast comfortably in a tight dress and killer high heels?!
"Hey boys!" I greeted my 9 favourite people. It's been an hour since the party started and I only just escaped Stella. They turned and all of their jaws dropped.
"Bonnie?" Alan asked, poking my cheek.
"The one and only!" I smiled.
"You look amazing, my beautiful girl!" Jaime hugged me. I laughed and thanked him.
"You look so... grown up!" Tony kissed my cheek.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Of course not baby girl," Oli smiled assuringly.
"I'm guessing my cousin got to you," Kellin laughed. I nodded.
"Ooh, where is Stella?" Austinasked, looking around eagerly. I rolled my eyes. He was just telling me he liked me not long ago. Jerk face. And yet I still like him.
"She's probably greeting people. It is her birthday after all," Vic said, kissing my hand randomly.
"I need a drink," Matt walked off towards the kitchen.
"Nice to see you too!" I called after him. He turned around and blew me a kiss. I laughed before turning to the others.
"Well, I'm gonna go find Birthday Girl," Austin shrugged.
"I'm going to go socialise with drunk people," Vic said.
"I'm coming too," Tony nodded.
"Ima go dance," Jaime started dancing away to where everyone was grinding on everyone. I'm sure he's going to for in great there.
"Wait up Jaime! I want to dance too!" Alan ran After him.
"I'm in charge of him, so I better make sure he's not going to do anything stupid," Oli mumbled, following after him slowly.
"Well I'm going to go find a hot girl to talk to," Kellin walked off, leaving Mike and I alone. His eyes traveled up and down my body, a smirk plastered on his face.
"You look extremely sexy tonight, Chica,"
"Why thank you. Let's go get drunk." We walked over to the kitchen together and grabbed drinks, most of them gone in under 5 minutes. We were both really fucking drunk in an hour.
"BIRTHDAY SHOTS!" Stella stood on top of the counter, swaying slightly and holding a bottle of strong tequila. Everyone cheered and held out their shot glasses. When they were all full, we shouted "HAPPY BIRTHDAY STELLA!" before downing the shots. We all cheered one again and got back to partying, the loud upbeat music literally shaking the house.
"Oh looky! A butterfly!" Alan came up to us and started touching Mike's face. Oli was behind him with a scared look on his face.
"Alan! No!"
"What is wrong with him?" I asked with a slur.
"He took a spiked drink and he's been acting loopy and I'm supposed to be taking him back to his parents sober! For gods sake they don't even know he's at a party!"
"Well, he's not sober," Mike drunkenly laughed, removing Alan's hand from his face.
"I think I know that," Oli snapped.
"Just relax!" I pat him on his head. "Just call his parents and say he's spending the night with you because he fell asleep!"
"That's actually a good idea. Thanks Bonnie! Alan, where's your phone?" Oli asked him, and he just looked completely out of it.
"Are you the Easter Bunny?"
"No, I am not the Easter Bunny. Where is your phone?"
"E.T phone home!"
"No!" Oli sighed. I started looking through Alan's jeans pockets, and found it in his back one.
"Hehe, you touched my bum!"
"Here you are my sexy little English friend," I passed Alan's phone to Oli, who thanked me.
"I know you are both piss ass drunk, but please watch him while I call his parents in a quieter area,"
"You got it chief!" Mike saluted him. Oli rolled his eyes but walked off, leaving us with Alan.
"Are you my Mommy and Daddy?" he asked, looking seriously at us both. Mike and I glanced at each other before turning back to little innocent Alan.
"Yes,"
"Mommy, will you be a starfish with me?"
"Of course I will honey!" Alan and I proceeded to lay on the floor in starfish position. And then Mike joined us. We started laughing at absolutely nothing and ended up spinning around in circles on our backs. Oli came back not long after and looked at us like we were mental.
"Vic is going to drive us back to my house and come pick you guys up later. Don't drink much more." Oli told us before grabbing Alan and leading the way out of the house. He's very talkative tonight, isn't he?
Mike and I were walking down the hallway when suddenly he pushed me against the wall and smashed his lips to mine. Without warning, his tongue darted into my mouth and he pushed his crouch against mine, and I could feel how hard he was already. His greedy, hungry lips left mine and trailed kisses down my neck and up to my jaw, sucking every so often to leave a mark.
"Ke- Kellin's room," I said through a moan. He nodded and picked me up, carrying me up the stairs. We passed Stella's room, and heard her let out an "Oh! Austin!" Well, seems like they were having fun. My thoughts were interrupted when Mike opened Kellin's bedroom door, closed it again, and then slammed my back against it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to the hot skin of his throat, and then lightly pushed him backwards onto the bed, kicking my shoes off on the way. He quickly straddled me, his knees either side of my waist before his fingers and mouth explored the revealed skin from the tight dress. He suddenly bucked forward, making his bulge touch me in my most sensitive area. I let out a moan as he continued to thrust his fully clothed erection onto my panties, breathing heavily as I realised he was just one thin layer away from down there.
I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as he continued his tortuous moves. I finally got it off when he stopped, and trailed his long finger up the inside of my thigh. The dress was slowly inching up higher, now only just covering the bottom of my underwear. I let my fingers dance over the planes of his stomach, admiring how my touch caused goosebumps appear on his tan skin.
"I love this dress on you, but I think it's time to take it off." Mike whispered huskily in my ear, teeth slightly grazing the lobe. I shuddered at the feeling and I felt him smirk against my neck.
Oh great, he found a weak spot and he knows it too.
Were we really going to fuck on one of our best friends bed?
Of course, if I was sober, I knew I wouldn't even consider this. But I was drunk, and I was addicted to the way Mike's eyes darkened whenever he looked over my body. The heat and lust radiating off of his body was addicting, and I wanted him bad.
So I'm about to go to Stella and Kellin's house so Stella can "dress me up". I'm regretting ever agreeing with this.
*****
"Why can't I just wear my clothes?" I grumbled as Stella looked through her dresses.
"Because I'm not letting you go to my party in jeans and a sweater. It's just not happening," she replied.
"Ooh this will look perfect on you!" Stella pulled out a long sleeved black dress. And it was well... Short and tight.
"I am not wearing that," I shook my head.
"Yes you are!" she sung.
"Aren't I a little... big for that?" I asked, feeling self conscious about my weight yet again.
"Are you kidding me?! Your bod is hot! I'm actually jealous! Now go try it on!" Stella encouraged, passing me the dress and pretty much shoving me into her ensuite. I sighed but closed the door as stripped free of my jeans and shirt. I reluctantly pulled the dress over my head and frowned at the bracelets which were bulging from underneath the sleeves. I removed them because I knew the sleeves would cover all the scars on my wrists. I hesitantly looked in the mirror and gasped. The tight dress ended mid thigh, covering all of my scars there. It hugged my body perfectly, making me seem slimmer and showing off curves I didn't even know I had. I smiled a little bit, and walked back into Stella's room.
"Wow, that looks amazing! You suit that dress better than I do!" I blushed and thanked her.
"Now time for hair and make-up," I flinched and looked up at her.
"No!" I began running away, but she started chasing me and all I was accomplishing was running around Stella's room in a circle.
"Bonnie! Sit on the chair!"
"NEVER!" The swivel chair did look fun, but it was a trap! Stella then tackled me, making me scream. We started argueing and screaming at each other when the door burst open. Bryce barged in with a baseball bat, swinging it around. We froze, and then Bryce froze, slowly lowering the bat.
"What is going on in here?!" he demanded.
"... Nothing?" Stella offered, raising her perfect eyebrows.
"Whatever. Just don't scream like that again! I thought you were getting murdered. Now I'm heading out for the night so you guys can have your party. I've moved everything breakable!" We nodded and Bryce left, shutting the door behind him. Stella and I continued to argue - quietly this time- when I finally gave up and decided to let the birthday girl do what she wanted to my face and hair. I sat down on the chair and she turned me around so I couldn't see in the mirror until she was finished. Stella started my face and put more make-up on me than I've ever had on in my entire life.
"Mascara to make those long eyelashes of yours even more lucious. How the heck are they so long?!"
"Ooh eyeshadow!"
"This lipstick is pretty!"
"Oh I love glitter!"
Are just a few things I've heard her say.
"Done! Now to start on your hair," I groaned and she giggled before pulling out a curler, straighteners and heaps of hair products. Oh god. She separated my bangs from the rest of my hair by pinning it forward and brushing my hair into a high neat ponytail. She then proceeded to curl the strands of the ponytail, which took for fucking ever. After she had finished that, she straightened my bands and pinned them over to the side.
"Okay, wow," Stella stood back and admired her work. I turned around and stared for a minute before actually realising it was me. I actually looked pretty.
"Do you like it?" she asked hopefully. I had black and silver eyeshadow blended in to make a kind of smoky look, and my eyelashes were coated with thick mascara and a heavy eyeliner look. I also had a nice red lipstick and my cheeks were a rosy pink from the blush she had put on my cheeks.
"I love it. Thank you," I smiled, standing up and giving her a hug.
"Oh good. You look hot! Now to find you some shoes..." She started rummaging through her closet, throwing shoes she didn't want out of it. Have fun cleaning that up Stells. I heard music and laughter downstairs, so I knew people were starting to arrive.
"PERFECT!" Stella picked up a pair of black high heels with silver studs.
"Oh hell no. I can't walk in heels,"
"Just try them on," I sighed but placed them on my feet, feeling uncomfortable already. I stood up and attempted to walk in them, falling to the floor in just under 3 struggled steps.
"You're hopeless. Get up and try again," Stella helped me up.
"Get up and try again," I mimicked her quietly, hoping she didn't hear. But she did. She glared at me and slapped my arm. I tried to walk again, but it was useless.
"Stella, if I can't walk in heels sober, than I definitely can't walk in heels drunk. Can't I just wear those?" I pointed at my beloved black converse sitting in the corner of her room. She just looked at me like I had 2 heads.
"Absolutely not! Hold on, I think I have some wedges somewhere..." Stella went through her closet again, pulling out black wedges. I tried them on and then went to walk, not falling over once.
"Ooh yay! Come have a look at yourself," She lead me over to the floor lengthed mirror and I looked at myself. The dress and shoes together made my legs look a mile long!
"Yeah,you look hot. Let's go greet some people!" Stella grabbed my hand and rushed us downstairs. How can she even run this fast comfortably in a tight dress and killer high heels?!
"Hey boys!" I greeted my 9 favourite people. It's been an hour since the party started and I only just escaped Stella. They turned and all of their jaws dropped.
"Bonnie?" Alan asked, poking my cheek.
"The one and only!" I smiled.
"You look amazing, my beautiful girl!" Jaime hugged me. I laughed and thanked him.
"You look so... grown up!" Tony kissed my cheek.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Of course not baby girl," Oli smiled assuringly.
"I'm guessing my cousin got to you," Kellin laughed. I nodded.
"Ooh, where is Stella?" Austinasked, looking around eagerly. I rolled my eyes. He was just telling me he liked me not long ago. Jerk face. And yet I still like him.
"She's probably greeting people. It is her birthday after all," Vic said, kissing my hand randomly.
"I need a drink," Matt walked off towards the kitchen.
"Nice to see you too!" I called after him. He turned around and blew me a kiss. I laughed before turning to the others.
"Well, I'm gonna go find Birthday Girl," Austin shrugged.
"I'm going to go socialise with drunk people," Vic said.
"I'm coming too," Tony nodded.
"Ima go dance," Jaime started dancing away to where everyone was grinding on everyone. I'm sure he's going to for in great there.
"Wait up Jaime! I want to dance too!" Alan ran After him.
"I'm in charge of him, so I better make sure he's not going to do anything stupid," Oli mumbled, following after him slowly.
"Well I'm going to go find a hot girl to talk to," Kellin walked off, leaving Mike and I alone. His eyes traveled up and down my body, a smirk plastered on his face.
"You look extremely sexy tonight, Chica,"
"Why thank you. Let's go get drunk." We walked over to the kitchen together and grabbed drinks, most of them gone in under 5 minutes. We were both really fucking drunk in an hour.
"BIRTHDAY SHOTS!" Stella stood on top of the counter, swaying slightly and holding a bottle of strong tequila. Everyone cheered and held out their shot glasses. When they were all full, we shouted "HAPPY BIRTHDAY STELLA!" before downing the shots. We all cheered one again and got back to partying, the loud upbeat music literally shaking the house.
"Oh looky! A butterfly!" Alan came up to us and started touching Mike's face. Oli was behind him with a scared look on his face.
"Alan! No!"
"What is wrong with him?" I asked with a slur.
"He took a spiked drink and he's been acting loopy and I'm supposed to be taking him back to his parents sober! For gods sake they don't even know he's at a party!"
"Well, he's not sober," Mike drunkenly laughed, removing Alan's hand from his face.
"I think I know that," Oli snapped.
"Just relax!" I pat him on his head. "Just call his parents and say he's spending the night with you because he fell asleep!"
"That's actually a good idea. Thanks Bonnie! Alan, where's your phone?" Oli asked him, and he just looked completely out of it.
"Are you the Easter Bunny?"
"No, I am not the Easter Bunny. Where is your phone?"
"E.T phone home!"
"No!" Oli sighed. I started looking through Alan's jeans pockets, and found it in his back one.
"Hehe, you touched my bum!"
"Here you are my sexy little English friend," I passed Alan's phone to Oli, who thanked me.
"I know you are both piss ass drunk, but please watch him while I call his parents in a quieter area,"
"You got it chief!" Mike saluted him. Oli rolled his eyes but walked off, leaving us with Alan.
"Are you my Mommy and Daddy?" he asked, looking seriously at us both. Mike and I glanced at each other before turning back to little innocent Alan.
"Yes,"
"Mommy, will you be a starfish with me?"
"Of course I will honey!" Alan and I proceeded to lay on the floor in starfish position. And then Mike joined us. We started laughing at absolutely nothing and ended up spinning around in circles on our backs. Oli came back not long after and looked at us like we were mental.
"Vic is going to drive us back to my house and come pick you guys up later. Don't drink much more." Oli told us before grabbing Alan and leading the way out of the house. He's very talkative tonight, isn't he?
Mike and I were walking down the hallway when suddenly he pushed me against the wall and smashed his lips to mine. Without warning, his tongue darted into my mouth and he pushed his crouch against mine, and I could feel how hard he was already. His greedy, hungry lips left mine and trailed kisses down my neck and up to my jaw, sucking every so often to leave a mark.
"Ke- Kellin's room," I said through a moan. He nodded and picked me up, carrying me up the stairs. We passed Stella's room, and heard her let out an "Oh! Austin!" Well, seems like they were having fun. My thoughts were interrupted when Mike opened Kellin's bedroom door, closed it again, and then slammed my back against it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to the hot skin of his throat, and then lightly pushed him backwards onto the bed, kicking my shoes off on the way. He quickly straddled me, his knees either side of my waist before his fingers and mouth explored the revealed skin from the tight dress. He suddenly bucked forward, making his bulge touch me in my most sensitive area. I let out a moan as he continued to thrust his fully clothed erection onto my panties, breathing heavily as I realised he was just one thin layer away from down there.
I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as he continued his tortuous moves. I finally got it off when he stopped, and trailed his long finger up the inside of my thigh. The dress was slowly inching up higher, now only just covering the bottom of my underwear. I let my fingers dance over the planes of his stomach, admiring how my touch caused goosebumps appear on his tan skin.
"I love this dress on you, but I think it's time to take it off." Mike whispered huskily in my ear, teeth slightly grazing the lobe. I shuddered at the feeling and I felt him smirk against my neck.
Oh great, he found a weak spot and he knows it too.
Were we really going to fuck on one of our best friends bed?
Of course, if I was sober, I knew I wouldn't even consider this. But I was drunk, and I was addicted to the way Mike's eyes darkened whenever he looked over my body. The heat and lust radiating off of his body was addicting, and I wanted him bad.
this is really good. Im in the middle of class and about to burst out laughing
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