AMELIA.
We finally arrived at the party; music blared through the speakers, and drunk teenagers were everywhere. We were still inside the car, and both of us took our time as we looked and observed everything going on.
I could see teenagers making out with each other on the porch of the house, tongue and everything. Almost naked, gosh.
Teenagers’ parties were always like this; I wondered what the inside looked like. I looked at Ava, and her eyes met mine simultaneously. She had the same look on her face.
“Are you sure this was not a mistake?” I asked her, and she smiled, but the smile wasn't genuine as she looked back at the party.
“Come on, I'm sure we were not expecting anything less than this. After all, it's a teenager’s party. So let's just keep our heads in the game.” She s
