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I always trust him.
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I’m eighteen. I am legal and I’m getting drunk.
I asked for a small party. Family only. So, leave it to my dipshit friends to bring their significant others. Whatever. I’m happy being single, free to mingle, and… wait. I burst out laughing as everyone frowns at me. I tip my head to my wine to indicate the randomness. My mom smiles, laughing, and my dad, well, he’s frowning. Did my dad smile? Like ever?
Holly sits on Nixon’s lap as she laughs at something he says. Leslie is glaring at Everett as he smirks at her. I know he and Nix are twins, but they look so much alike, it’s uncanny. Like if I stumbled into a bed drunk, I wouldn’t know which was which. I wonder if that’s happened to any girls before? Lucky bitches, I think bitterly. An Everett and Nixon sandwich would be so… “What are you smiling at?” Jasmine asks, voice small and sweet.
I realize I was giving Everett and Nixon bedroom eyes. Good one, Monroe. High five for being obvious. Jasmine sits next to me in a white dress, her long raven hair curled. She has on ballet flats, and her face is void of any makeup. She has her dad's black hair and her mom's milky skin and green eyes. She’s the perfect balance of them both. I, on the other hand, look exactly like my mom with my dad’s tan complexion. But hey, Mom is beautiful, so I can’t complain. I don’t know either of my grandparents. Dad’s died before I was born, and Mom’s were cunts, according to my dad—fun fact. Jasmine and I share an aunt, Aunt Loretta. The heirs' parents' dirty secret. Aunt Loretta is cool as fuck, though—she got me a vibrator for my birthday. She currently rests next to Uncle Jacks as Mom fusses over her tiny baby bump.
“I’m laughing at myself, Jazzy.” She frowns at me, sipping her water. I knock it out of her hand, giving her my glass of wine. “Drink that instead, you’ll see what I mean.”
She looks to her dad who has amusement in his blue eyes, nodding that it is okay. Good girl alert. “Eww, gross!” She spits it out.
“Wasteful!” I singsong, laughing as I take my wine back.
Easton is sitting with Maxine. She has fire red hair and they currently have their tongues down each other’s throats. Gross.
And Ezra is… Where the hell is she? “Ezra!” I yell.
She pops up out of the hammock “What is it?” She shoots me a glare.
I smile at her, walking over. I squeeze her cheeks, and she frowns harder. “Just wondering where you were.” She smacks my hands away, rolling her eyes. Tough crowd.
“Monroe!” Emerson shouts. “Come dance with me, honey! None of these losers,” she points to Makenna, my mom, and Eliza, “can keep up with me.” So, I walk to her, ready to show everyone how it’s done.
God, I really love wine.
