Vintage Vera

My haze was broken by my phone. I looked up again and the guy wasn't there anymore. I looked behind me to see if he somehow he passed by me, but I didn't see anything. Only people trying to keep their balance. Confused doesn't even describe how I felt.

I put the phone to my ear and continued to walk to Mason's room.

"Hello?" I entered the code to Mason's bedroom door.

"Sweety.... What's all that noise?" I instantly recognized my mother's soothing voice.

I walked and sat on the black beanbag next to the t.v.

"Is that better momma'?" I twirled a piece of hair around my index finger.

"Yes, sweety. Where are you?" I've never-not once lied to my mother. It was either honesty or just walk out the door. Besides.... I tell her everything.

"At Mason's party. Don't worry.... I didn't come willingly." I said trying to confirm that I'm not slacking off.

"And that's supposed to make me feel better? You being forcfully taken somewhere?"

I laughed into the phone, "It's not like that momma'! I promise."

She laughed as well. I heard a little arguing then shuffling of the phone. "Hey, idiot! How's my favorite daughter?"

Yup. That's my old man. We always joke around like that. It was our thing. I know he didn't mean it because he constantly boasted about me and my academic accomplishments. Like how I finished first in my class. I was daddy's little girl. Although, maybe being my parents only child, gave me that privledge.

"Hey, papa!" I smiled. "I'm perfectly peachy. At a party. How are you and momma'?"

"Oh. You know- old!" He roared into the phone, laughing at his own joke. I could hear my mother laughing with him in the background. They're probably in their room getting ready for bed. "We're fine baby doll. Working....The usual."

My father is a lawyer. He's really good. Actually, that's an understatement. My father was feared. I don't mean to be cocky but that's just how good at being a bitch my father was. My mother is an interior designer. An awesome one at that! She was previously a mediator, but she got bored and realized it wasn't her cup of tea. My parents have been married for 25 years! I know- that's a really long time, but God's been goodto them as they've been to him. They're really in love so for sure that number of years will increase as they age.

Want to know the story they told me when I asked how they met? I know they're joking but it's a funny story.

It starts with my papa saying how he loved the way momma' danced. How she hypnotized him by swaying her hips in a seductive manner. My mother would start swaying her hips and add- He'd watch me for days if he could. But then he'd run out of money soon if he did just that. She'd tease him with her smile. Here comes the funny part. He'd then say- None of the other strippers ever seduced me like your mother did. Then she'd tell me- That's how we met. I was a stripper and your father was the single, lonely, rich lawyer. After her line they'd burst out laughing. I've always known they were joking, but I've always thought it was sweet how they could joke around like that.

The truth was they met at a party in highschool, their 9th grade year, I believe. So yes... They're highschool sweathearts.

"Ugh. That's sounds exciting." I mimicked a line from 'Coraline' the movie. It was my father's and my favorite movie. We'd always watched it.

I could hear his belly shake from the laughter I caused. "Yeah. Have fun at the party,baby. I love you!"

He made a smooching noise. I giggled and told him I loved him as well. He then passed the phone to mom.

"Nala misses you! I know she does." She laughed. Nala is my cat. She looks exactly like the lioness from the movie 'The Lion King'.

"I miss her to, momma'." I heard her call Nala over.

Someone knocked on Mason's door.

"I got to go, momma'. I love you," I said struggling to get off of the beanbag.

"And I adore you, baby! Nightie-night!" and she kissed me through the phone.

I put the phone in my dress pocket and opened the door fixing my dress.

"Yes?" I cleared my throat.

"Oh! Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." The strawberry blonde slurred.

I stepped out, turned the lights off, and locked the door.

"Interrupt, what?" I giggled.

"Oh..." She looked confused. "I saw you fixin' your dress so I thought... Oh! Nevermind me!" And she walked off still talking.

I shrugged and walked to the backyard. Unlike Mason's front yard, his backyard was ginormous! It had a gazebo, garden, tool shed, room to run around, and two pools. A heated small one that could fit 15 people and a huge one for, I guess, swimming. Mason was a swimmer. I knew that for sure. He's won many awards and they're displayed in his study room.

The heated pool was filled with a bunch of bubbles and pool knick-knacks. The people in the pool were playing chicken. I saw Avery on top of James's shoulders trying to push Summer off of Dylan's shoulders. They were the ones playing chicken.A bunch of other people were roaring their bets on who would win.Wait? Where did James's chick go?Ugh. Nevermind. He probably failed at completely wrapping her around his finger.

Avery had her wavy red hair clinging to her shoulders. Summer and her were in their underwear. They are so drunk. Already?Well at least they're having fun.

"I'm gonna' drop you first," yelled Avery.

"Not if I drop you first, honey!" Summer gave one last shove and it sent both Avery and James in the water. Dylan and Summer high-fived and then Dylan sunk under the water, taking Summer with him.

I smiled and then I heard chanting towards the gazebo. "Chug,Chug,Chug!!" I walked over curious. I pushed through a few well-built dudes and found, in the middle of the gazebo, Mason holding Morgan upside down. Morgan was drinking a honey colored liquid from the end of a hose. Beer...

"Go Morgan! Chug that shit!" I joined the hollering of the crowd and fisted in the air with them. I laughed knowing how wasted Morgan was going to get.

"Hey." I gasped at the unexpected greeting. I turned sharply to see who it was. It was that guy who was leaning against the wall.

"Ummm....Hello?" I pushed a chunk of my hair behind my ear.