C3 It's time to party.....hmm no

The party was on a full swing around 10 o’clock in the night, every now and again I would see the knob to my door turning from where I sat on my bed. My new room was a very dark shade of blue that reminded me of the night sky. I think it was meant to make me sleep better but its not like I did much of that anyway. It was comfortable but different and I wasn’t too sure if it was a good different.

“It could use a little green though,” I whispered to myself.

Music was blasting downstairs and all I could think about was those big green eyes.

“What the heck am I saying,” I whisper to myself feeling like a mad person talking to myself.

I sigh as I get up of my bed and I walk towards the bathroom and trip on one my many pieces of clothing on the floor. Finally making it to the bathroom in one piece, I take of my shirt and throw it onto the growing bundle of clothes in my room.

I turn to the mirror and stop. Grey eyes stare back at me, a strand of curly short black hair hang idle over my left eye, my sun kissed skin complimenting my hair flawless, an arched scar sat on my right cheek making me look so much older than my actual age and not to mention my lean figure which is kind of cool but still creepy. I mean how did I a scrawny little boy grow all this muscle. It was just too crazy. As I continue admiring myself. That mermaid theory could have particularly explained this. I chuckle as I realize what I’m doing.

“Gee, I wonder if I was at an asylum all these years,” I say to myself after I had stopped laughing,” I really need to stop talking to myself,” I sigh.

Mermaids, Zander really doesn’t like me. I say thinking back to the girl from earlier. I didn’t know what to think, she seemed like she believed everyone word that she was saying but didn’t mean that I had to believe them. I glare at myself in the mirror. I think I should have talked to her what if she jumped off into the ocean and drowned.

You can breathe under water she said staring at me with her sad eyes, not that she had sad eyes, she had very pretty eyes actually.

“What am I thinking, eww,” I barf at myself.

I sigh, I was going to turn into an old man soon if I didn’t stop sighing. I turned around and leaned on the sink and looked around the my bathroom. “Perks of having a rich step dad,” my eyes stopped suddenly at the bathtub full of clear water. It was large enough to bathe 5 people with reasonable distance between them. Big enough to hold a tail.

10 year old me was telling me to go for it, see if the weird girl was right while 15 year old me was like go downstairs and crash the party and the latter was my mom’s voice telling me to go to bed because it was past my bedtime but why should I listen to her when she gave up on me.I could do both, couldn’t I, it wasn’t like tomorrow was a school day. Its not like I knew when was a school day either considering no one (mom) was ever around to talk to me about it. Zander was also down their. If I crashed his party he would kill me and I didn’t really feel like getting on his bad side.

“I’ll just spend a hour and avoid Zander at all cost,” I say to myself.

Coming to a conclusion I walk out of the bathroom and go straight to my closet that was still full of clothing despite the heap in my bedroom. I pull on a red hoody and throw the hood over my head and walked out of my room. I locked my door and put my keys in my front pocket. I walked towards the staircase and freezed at the top. It was too late to chicken out because two girls were making their way up the stairs.

“Hi, can you show us where the upstairs living room is,” one of the girls coming up the stairs asks kindly. Her friend looked at me from head to toe before reaching up and pulling my hood back. I was mesmerized by her light brown eyes that seemed to glisten in the light and her scarlet lips that complimented her bronze skin. She stared in my eyes and I stare in hers. Hers glistening with mischief.

“Or you could just show us,” the friend says while tracing my scar with her fingers and in a flash instead of light brown eyes I see pale green ones. Shaking my head I step away from her.

“Sure.”

“So lead the way,” the girl says shaking her head at her friend.

I turn around and walk towards the upstairs living room, deep in my thoughts. This was the second or maybe the third I had these flashes and when it wasn’t flashes it was weird dreams or nightmares. First it was about the accident that was recurring before it changed to a beach on an unknown island. I wonder if it was because of my amnesia.

“So, what’s your name,” the friend asked, pulling me out of my thoughts and I was really getting tired of calling her that.

“Charles.”

“Well Charles, my name is Willa and that’s my friend Hailey,” she says attaching herself to my left arm. Hailey snorted from behind us. I glance at her to see her silently laughing. Her long curly hair seemed to laugh with her. She glanced up and stared at me with bright brown eyes before lowering her eyes.

Girls were very weird.

Turning around I was surprised to see that on our way to the living room their was no one loitering or smoking weed or laying drunk on the floor. I sigh disappointed, I was really expecting to be so much more fun.

“This is it,” I say stopping in front of the living room door. The soft sound of music was heard from behind it. I pull my hood over my head again and removed my arm from Willa’s grip.

She pouted sadly, “why don’t you come with us, I’m sure you were invited since you made it pass that bouncer.”

She must of seen the confused look on my face, since she said “ the upstairs living room are for VIPs or popular kids.” Wow, I take back everything I said cause this was very cliché.

“Is Zander in their?” I ask cautiously not wanting this adventure to be short lived.

Willa and Hailey laughed, “Zander, he fell asleep hours ago, after he finished his drunken rage.”