Vintage Vera

We pulled up to Mason's house in my old-timey pick-up truck. It was baby blue. His house was already filled up with so many people. You can hear the house throb with the beat of the music. It was quite catchy.

Mason quickly saw us. He jogged to us leaving the group of people he was talking to. He was wearing a long-sleeved navy shirt and blue jeans. The color navy went well with his curly, red hair. He had a beard but it was pretty much outgrown stubbles.

I could hear the "pat, pat" from his feet hitting the cobblestone driveway. His driveway is lined with orange and yellow flowers. They disappeared into his home. His house was huge! And very modern. In between the flowers he had lights and he even had lights facing up to the house. In other words, everything was lit. Not one inch of night. His front yard wasn't that big. Or it seemed from his overly squared home. As if the lights outside weren't enough, he has this room where a whole wall was made of thick glass. It had fish swimming in it. So a built-in aquarium I should say.

From where I was you could not only see the fish, but the people inside,dancing and drinking.

"Vera darling!" Mason spread out his arms in admiration. I could see his smile. He walked to Morgan, who was in the passenger's seat, and opened her door.

"Morgan," he layed his hand out to her, palm up. She turned a ridiculous shade of red.

She took hold of his hand and stepped out of the truck. She got close to him and whispered something in his ear. He looked at me smiling wide as ever.

"Call me when you want me to pick you up, Morgan," I said ignoring Mason's awkward stare.

He sighed, "Can I at least get a hug, Vera? Before you leave?"

I didn't even think twice. I got out of my truck-keys in hand. He walked to me and bear-hugged me.

"Get her," yelled Morgan.

Before I got the chance to even have a reaction, I was doubled over Mason's shoulder. Like a sack of potatoes!

I lost my keys kicking and screaming. I tried punching his back, but... He was to immune to my innocent little punches.

"She dropped the keys. Make sure you get them and lock the doors. I don't want anyone stealing from y'all," he tilted his head towards the truck.

"Morgan! What?! I don't want to stay, Mason!!" I continued to kick.

They both laughed and started walking to the house. I stopped my childish tantrum and let them walk peacefully.

Morgan opened the front door and Mason put me down gently inside. I glared at him. I could feel the anger behind my eyes boil.

"Sorry, Vera. You need to have fun. And watching movies at home isn't the fun I'm talking about! Mingle!!" He yelled over the thudding music and talking. I shot Morgan a look this time and folded my arms over my chest.

"He's right," she smiled and took him by the arm. "I have the keys so, save the trouble of thinking you could leave." And they walked off.

I cursed under my breath and glided to the living room. Every wall in this house is white and I hate it.... With a passion.

"Aha!! Vera!!!" Everyone in the living room greeted me. Then a group of people charged and tackled me to the couch. James, Dylan, Summer, and Avery formed that little group. Everyone else laughed and continued their chit-chatting and dancing.

"Get...off...guys!!" I mumbled in between laughing from someone's tickling. They soon got off and each one of them gave me a heart-warming hug.

Summer took hold of my hand and said over the crowd,"Let's go get a drink." I didn't have much of a choice since she was already leading me to the kitchen.

The kitchen was white. The appliances and accents were black though. Nice touch.

Summer opened the refrigerator and scanned its contents. She reached in and pulled out two beer bottles. "Sorry, Summer. 17 and designated driver. Can't," I smirked.

"You make it sound like that's a good thing!" She giggled and shrugged my beer into the fridge. She sipped her beer as we walked back to the cramped living room. We shuffled our way into the middle that faced the black couch.

I sat on the couch looking up at Summer who was standing in front of me drinking her beer. She started moving her hips to the beat of the music. We were laughing as she tried out different moves. She had curves. She wasn't a stick like Avery. She had long brown-black hair that was naturally straight.

In the midst of her dancing, I saw dark complected hands grab her hips. I started to giggle nervously as I realized it was Dylan. He was rocking her hips side to side, grinding on her to the beat of the music. He started whispering things in her ear and as soon as she started rolling her eyes to the back of her head, I knew it was time to move on. "Have fun, guys!"

Dylan had a goatee and black hair. Summer and him have been dating since the day I met them. Actually, they were going on a year when I met them.

I walked up to James to check on him, but I didn't have to get to close to realize he already had a chick wrapped around his finger. James is your average player. "Sleep with them. Then push them out the door." He was pretty hot. Brown-blonde hair and a flawless face.

I guessed he was alright so I started walking to Mason's room for some quietness. He keeps it locked to keep his horny guests from going in and do the doing.... I knew the code though. Another thing I dislike about his home, electronic locks.

I peeked into the hallway and continued through but then everything slowed down. It felt as if even time slowed. I had a strong urge to look forward and saw a guy leaning against the wall, staring right at me.