Lost forever

—-Bella POV—- It started like any other day, my best friend Lizzie and I were dressing up to go to a foam party at club Millennium. I’d just turned 16 this year and for the first time, I didn’t have to lie about my age to get into the door. Usually we’d pre-game in the car and flirt with the bouncers to get in, but not today. Today was the first time since my birthday that we’ve been able to sneak out to go dancing and we had ZERO booze. “If your phone gets soaked the rice trick should work” Lizzie said over her shoulder as she adjusted her swim top so her breasts pushed up more. She was hoping to get free drinks from our ride today and maybe pick up someone to hook up with in the bathroom. I’ve always been envious of her sexuality, so free, so open, so unashamed to be who she was and want what she wants. Not like me, I go so far as to wrap my hoodie around my waist to hide my ass to keep people from grouping me. I was not gifted in the chest area like Lizzie, but I’ve caused an accident or two the last time I wore a dress which was so uncomfortable that I was looked at that long, I hadn’t dressed up since. Tonight was the exception, we had a mission. Get drunk, have fun, and forget there’s a tomorrow. “Can you help me tie this? I’m not sure if it fits?” I ask Lizzie trying to pull up my green and black swim dress enough so that my chest isn’t showing, but my butt isn’t hanging out either. We’d just picked up these clothes from the store earlier that day… or stole them that is, so we weren’t entirely sure of the fit. Neither of our families ever had any money as we were both raised by single moms and the money they did have was spent on drugs or on the guys they were screwing at the time. So whenever we got money it was kept hidden for events like this. That’s why Lizzie and I got along, we were both so damn broken by our absent fathers and bi-polar mothers that we ended up on opposite ends of the extreme while still understanding the other. I closed myself off and she opened herself up. Checking the time on the phone I realized her mom would be calling soon to make sure we let the dogs out and go to bed. Why she bothered was beyond me, it’s not like she actually cared if we went to bed or not, as long as we weren’t seen. Which meant we had 10 minutes until our ride got here and we weren’t nearly ready. “Don’t bother putting on more than eyeliner.” Lizzie gasped as she struggled to get the shorts that were slightly too small on. “The foam will wash everything off and you don’t want to have mascara running.” - - - Getting into the car was a disappointment, her friends had forgotten to bring booze and they couldn’t stay as they had exams tomorrow, so it was just Lizzie and I with our phones and boob money in the back seat. After we arrived and I proudly showed my ID for the first time; the man at the door of the club handed us lanyards with rubber ducks printed on the card, they were cute and perfect for my adventures scrap book. Unfortunately he banded our wrists as well so we couldn’t buy drinks at the bar. No pregame, no bar, tonight already was starting to suck. Lizzie and I got right into the foam so we could blend with the crowd and just kinda merge ourselves between people dancing as you couldn’t see who was dancing with who. It wasn’t until about 10 minutes in did I realize that hoo-boy I was not wearing the right shoes for this and I went to sit down. That’s when I felt him.