Blog's First Birthday!

Hey everyone! I am posting this from my phone as I fall asleep cause I nearly forgot what today is. For those of you who don't know, which I guess is everyone, I have had this blog for one year today! So much has happened in the past year and have most of the eventful times recorded on here. I am thrilled that I can say I managed to stick to blogging for a year. Though there were times I was a little neglectful. I just want to say thank you for everyone who has been reading my blog. 

Here's to another year of blogging!

-Random Girl xxxx

Waves: Chapter 12- I Need Your Help

Waves: Chapter 12- I Need Your Help

OceanGirl101-

Have you ever felt completely lost? Like you life was perfect and then it is suddenly turned upside down? But then when your life changes it is not as bad as you thought. That you realise that your old life had imperfections or wasn't perfect at all? I thought being here was the worst thing in the world. But then since I have been here, I have made friends and memories that I will keep with me forever. However, I still can't help but think back to the time when I was so happy and how it will always be impossible to go back to. Because now that I am here, there are parts of me that are happier than I ever was, even when it comes with a whole lot of unwanted drama. If you had the choice between a somewhat perfect life when rarely, anything went wrong but you always felt like you were missing out on something? Or a life where everything is an out of control mess, but it is all worth it for those truly perfect moments? Before I came here, I thought I would choose my old life over my new one any day. And then I thought maybe I would be happier here. But now I feel like I don't belong in either life. That I don't belong anywhere. Completely alone. I thought I was happy but maybe I was wrong.

I look at my post which has already received comments but I ignore them all. I think I am just confused about everything. It all feels so temporary, but what if it's not? What if he doesn't come back? Am I always going to try and distance myself and stop myself from actually creating a life here to make it easier for when I leave, and then never leave at all. Maybe I need to accept that he may not come back. That I am stuck here for good? With a mother who hates me, and a sister who is practically a stranger?

"What are you doing?" Mason asks, sitting next to me in economics as I shut my laptop.

"Nothing." I shrug.

"So about the other night.." he starts.

"The other night?" I look at him confused.

"You know, Friday? At the party?" I shake my head. "You don't remember, do you?" 

"Remember what?" But as soon as the question leaves my lips the memories come back to me.

Uh, oh. I made out with Mason? Again? And then Layla caught us. Shit. Why do I get myself into these situations?

Before Mason can reply Dean sits down next to me and Mr Terrance follows closely behind to begin the lesson.

"So before we start, I have to let you guys know that class is cancelled on Friday." Mr Terrance announces.

"Cancelled?" I look at Dean confused.

"For Homecoming? Haven't you seen the signs?" He laughs.

"Oh, yeah." I had seen them. I just hadn't thought I would be here this long.

"So are you going?" He asks.

"Nah. I don't really feel like it." I shrug.

"So, Mason..." A girl whose name I forgot says. "Good luck this Friday."

"What are you doing on Friday?" The surf team didn't have a competition or anything as far as I knew.

"The football game. He is on the varsity team." Dean informs me.

"You are? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You never asked." Mason replies shrugging.

"So you are on the surf team and the football team?"

"Yup." he responds coldly before he starts paying attention to the lesson.

Well that was weird. Then again Mason is always weird. He is so hot and cold that it is hard to keep up with him and his mood swings.

***

The rest of the week goes by uneventfully and before I know it, it's already Friday which means game day. 

"Woohoo! Go team!" I hear Layla scream along with the other cheerleaders at the game.

"I can't believe you aren't going to Homecoming." Macy whines yet again from next to me at the stands as we watch the game.

I roll my eyes. "I don't want to go. I will be fine at home."

"Maybe I should skip it." She frowns.

"No way! You are going with Ben Harrison. He is hot. Go and have fun without me." I tell her.

"Fine." She sighs. "It won't be the same though." 

"You are going to have an awesome time. Get over it. And I am going to have a brilliant time, at home with Netflix." I tell her, genuinely looking forward to my night of relaxing.

"What about, Dean? Aren't you two hanging out tonight?" she asks curiously. 

"He has a stomach bug or something. Apparently it is contagious and his whole family got it." I shrug.

We go back to watching the end of the game when we suddenly see someone get tackled badly by the opposing team. 

"Oh god." I gasp.

"Who is it?" she stands nervously as we see the guy not moving and the medical team rushing over to him.

My face pales when I see the number on his shirt. "It's Mason." I tell her.

She rushes down to the sides and I follow her to see what is happening but by the time we get there, Mason is already getting back up. It looked really bad. How is he even standing up?

Mason goes over and sits on the sides as the game finishes. As soon as we are allowed to, Macy rushes over to Mason. 

"Are you okay?" she asks, scanning his body for broken bones.

He nods. "I am fine. Just a hard hit, thats all." he shrugs but for some reason I get the feeling that he is hiding something.

"You sure?" she asks again.

"Yeah. Quit worrying. You are worse than mum." he jokes trying to lighten the mood.

"You are lucky that is just me here and that mum and dad took Maya to grandma's for the weekend or she would be sending you off to hospital right now." She points out.

"Good point." He says. "I am gonna shower. See you at the house, later." He tells us before going off to the changing rooms.

"I worry about that boy sometimes." Macy says.

"Me too." I say so softly that she doesn't hear me.

***

I am sitting in my room, enjoying my binge watch of Pretty Little Liars when my phone rings confusing the hell out of me. Everyone I know is at the dance and Dean already texted me telling me he was going to bed, hours ago.

It is an unrecognised number but I answer anyway. 

"Hello?"

"Lana? It's me. Mason." I recognise his voice instantly. But why was he calling me? He should probably be drunk at the hotel where everyone was staying.

"What do you want?" I ask, irritated that he was interrupting my Netflix marathon.

"I need you help." He says in a slightly desperate voice.

"What is it?" This time I ask more seriously, knowing he wouldn't call me if it wasn't important.

"I will tell you when you get here. I need you to come to the house." He tells me.

"Why aren't you at the dance?"

"I will explain later. Just come." he pauses. "Please?"

"I'm on my way."

Waves: Chapter 11- That Last Shot was a Bad Idea

Waves: Chapter 11- That Last Shot was a Bad Idea

When I wake up I feel a body next to me. Oh god. What have I done? I slowly turn over and sigh with relief when I see that it is just Macy. Though Dean is lying on the other side of her. Good thing is bed is big. I really thought that I had made a mistake last night. Speaking of which, what did happen last night? Because the last thing I remember is doing a couple of body shots with Macy and I was already pretty drunk then. And from the taste of vomit in my mouth, I am pretty sure we had way to much. 

I stand up and go over to the bathroom. Because I am here so often I keep some toiletries in a cupboard so I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth before having a quick shower and changing out of what I assume is Dean's t-shirt and into a pair of shorts and a loose white t-shirt and some flip flops.

"Oh god. That last shot was a bad idea. In fact the last ten were a bad idea." Dean groans.

"My thinking exactly." I whisper trying to let a sleeping Macy rest.

"Where did you disappear to last night?" He asks as we leave his room.

Luckily it looks like everybody managed to find there way home so we don't have to worry about kicking hungover people out. 

"Disappear?" I look at him as I make my way into the kitchen to pour myself some juice to try and help settle my stomach. 

"Yeah. You were missing for a little while. Macy and I were looking for you." 

I try to think back to last night but it is all a bit blurry. "I don't know. I must have had way to much to drink." I laugh. Oh god. I cannot let that happen again. Not remembering parts of the night before is a little bit scary.

"Yeah, maybe lay off the alcohol a bit. I was worried about you last night." Dean hugs me.

"Thanks." I kiss his cheek and then start to clean the kitchen.

"Don't worry about the cleaning. I hired a cleaning service to come over and real with it all." He informs me.

"Oh, cool. I need to go home. Let me just go and wake up Macy." I say.

"That is okay. I can drop her off later." Dean insists.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it cool. Just let her sleep."

"How am I going to get home?" I ask realising I don't have a ride.

"About that. I have a surprise." He announces, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the front door and around to very large garage.

"What are we doing in here?" I ask confused.

"Think of it as an early birthday present." Dean grins before chucking me a pair of keys and points to a blue soft top jeep which is perfect to take down and carry by surfboards around. 

"I can't accept this." I tell him.

"Take it. Think of it as a loan then. You can pay for your own fuel and give the jeep back when you leave. Now you don't need to ask for lifts. Come on. Please take it." Dean begs me.

"Fine." I sigh. "Thank you. But I am giving it back. I am only borrowing it." I tell him.

"Fine by me." He grins. "Now go. Have fun driving."

"Will do." I smile before getting in.

Did my friend just get me a freaking jeep? 

I drive to the hotel and park over by the staff car park, not really knowing where else to park my car. I then make my way up to the penthouse where I find a very pissed of looking Linda.

"Where have you been? I had a another charity ball that I wanted you to attend last night." Linda says annoyed at me.

"How was I meant to know? You didn't tell me earlier. And what is the point of me going? So that you can look good. Oh, look at Linda who has taken in that poor girl and inviting her to fancy gala's. She is such a good mother. No, a good mother would have fought for me. Would have stayed in touch or visited. She would actually seen time with me and ask me what my interests are or how was my day at school. Do you even know anything about me at all?" I rant. It seems the only conversations with my mother are arguments. Or the same argument over and over.

"Of course I know those things about you. I am your mother." she insists.

"Okay, then what classes am I taking this year? Who are my friends? What grades do I get? Do you know any of those. Do you even know what my favourite colour is?" 

"Of course. It is purple." she says.

"No, actually it is blue. Wouldn't be that hard to guess if you ever went into my room. You are not my mother. You are a stranger." 

"This isn't all my fault. You always loved him more than me. And I invite you to things. And instead you go off with boys and get drunk. Acting like an ungrateful slut who doesn't even appreciate the fact that I took you in when you needed me." Mum yells at me stunning me into silence.

"Mum!" I turn to see Layla. "How can you say that to her! You haven't spent any time with her since she has been here. Though thats not any different than how you treat me. And she is not a slut. She doesn't go sleeping around with anything that moves. She just needs to blow of her steam because her dad..." she pauses. "... our dad, is missing. And she is worried sick about him. And instead of comforting her you are using her and telling her about what a horrible person he is. So knock it off okay?" Layla finishes stunning me even more.

"Honey.. I-"

"No, mum." She continues. "No excuses. Just go to whatever meeting you have." Layla orders and Linda grabs her purse before walking out of the penthouse.

"Thanks." I finally speak.

"I didn't do it for you. He is my dad too." she says before turning to go back into her room.

Maybe Layla not's so bad after all?

Inside: Prologue

Inside: Prologue

Lakewood Academy is the place I love to hate. I also have the same feelings towards the people who go here. The idea of rich parents sending their children here to keep them out of trouble, and most of all out of the spotlight is part of the reason I hate this school. No one here actually has parents who love them enough to allow them to go to a regular school or even homeschool. No, instead we are all sent here, far out of the way, hidden in the mountains. You see Lakewood Academy doesn't have your regular students. Everyone here is either a child of a celebrity, the parents careers varying from politics, to supermodels, to actors, to sports start to reality stars, or they are a celebrity themselves. So like I said we aren't the normal average everyday students. That is the reason for this school really. The location is top secret and there is some sort of fancy hacking system that prevents us from telling anyone anything about the school or the people in it. So basically there is no way for the press to find any juicy details about our lives. That is the reason our parents want us here. To keep us from embarrassing them in front of the whole world. In a normal school we would be stalked by people, have our photos taken by the press and have information of our personal drama distributed all over the internet. 

So in the normal world we are special. But here we are normal because we are all just as rich and famous as each other. And that is the only thing I truly love about this school. That and being away from my parents. Not that, that means I actually like it here. God no. Growing up with a supermodel mother and a father who is an actor I am use to growing up acting like everything is perfect when it clearly isn't. Being fake. And just like when I was growing up, here everyone is fake. I mean everyone. Everyone has something they are hiding. Some sort of secret. Not that anyone will discover them here. I don't know what it is about fame but for some reason fame comes with fake. You can't have one without the other. 

So why am I complaining about the place where I have spent most of the last two years? Because I am back and boy is it going to be a long year. So you may have noticed that I neglected to mention something. Who am I?

Well I am Alexis James. Or Lexi as most people call me. Yes the Alexis who used to be a triple threat. If you don't know what a triple threat is then I better explain. It is when you are a actor, singer and dancer. I also modelled so I guess I was a quadruple threat. Not that any of it was my choice. Once my mother's career poured down the drain she forced me and my siblings into the life of fame. She made me go to all sorts of auditions until one day I got a part in a tv show when I was about seven. The show was a hit and continued until I quit when I was twelve. By then I had starred in quite a few movies, modelled on the front cover or several magazines and even released a few singles (not that any of them were a hit). You get the idea. I was fed up with the whole lifestyle by the time I was fourteen and I begged my parents to let me go to high school. But instead they sent me here. The only upside is that they made my siblings come here too. I have five siblings. Yeah, thats quite a few. There is my oldest sister Kate. She is an actress and is currently working on a movie in London as she graduated a couple years ago. Then there is Charlie my oldest brother who just graduated and is playing college football at Washington State. Then my brother Noah who is starting his senior year at Lakewood and is in the band Radioactive. Yeah them. So then there is my twin brother Carter, also in Radioactive and is also balancing it with soccer. And last of all is my little sister Maddison (a sophomore this year) who is a acting and modelling. 

So what am I doing now? Well that would be trying to survive this hellhole.

***

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Waves: Chapter 10- Shut Up and Dance With Me

Waves: Chapter 10- Shut Up and Dance With Me

"You look hot." Dean says giving me a quick peck on the lips before we exit his room. 

"Thanks. How is it going down there?" 

By the time we finished moving all the furniture out the way, hid all the expensive stuff and locked the banned rooms so know one would go in, people were about to arrive and we had yet to get ready. Of course Dean only takes a second to put on a black shirt and kept on his jeans. Unlike me who needed an hour at least to shower, do my hair, makeup and change. I straightened my hair and made my eyeliner and mascara thick to make my blue eyes stand out more. So of course, the party has already started as I get ready. 

"Good." He says as he locks his bedroom door to stop drunken horny teenagers from using it as a hookup location.

"Then let's get this party started!" I say.

Dean laughs. "That was cheesy." 

"This is my first party. Give me a break." 

"Let's get you drunk then. You are staying over, right?"

"Sure." I shrug.

We walk over into the kitchen and take a couple of tequila shots each. "Come and dance with me." I tell Dean. "I love this song!"

"Oh don't you dare look back.

Just keep your eyes on me."

I said, "You're holding back, "

She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"

This woman is my destiny

She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,

Shut up and dance with me."

I sing the words loudly as we dance.

"You are a really good singer." Dean tells me.

"Uh, really?" I blush.

I have never sang in front of people before so I wasn't usually complimented on except from my dad.

"Yeah." He grins before signing and dancing with me.

We were victims of the night,

The chemical, physical, kryptonite

Helpless to the bass and the fading light

Oh, we were bound to get together,

Bound to get together.

She took my arm,

I don't know how it happened.

We took the floor and she said,

By this point everyone was on the makeshift dance floor and ready to sing the chorus.

"Oh, don't you dare look back.

Just keep your eyes on me."

I said, "You're holding back, "

She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"

This woman is my destiny

She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo,

Shut up and dance with me."

The song ends and we are laughing before we go off to get more shots.

"Lana!" I find a drunken Macy behind me. "I did it!" she says.

"Did what?" I say pouring her and myself a shot of tequila.

She takes the shot and makes a funny face. "Ew, I hate tequila. I broke up with James." 

"I thought you were going to do that tomorrow?"

"Do what tomorrow?" Dean joins the conversation.

"Break up with James." I explain to him.

"I was but he was being all moody earlier and then I found out that he hooked up with Sasha yesterday so I dumped him." She admits. "So now I am just going to get drunk!" she says as she pours a shot of vodka.

"Oh god." I say to Dean.

"Don't worry. I will keep an eye on her." he says looking at her worryingly. 

"Are you sure? It is your party." I ask, feeling guilty.

"There will be more." he shrugs. "It is your first party. That is more important. Go and have fun. She isn't that bad anyway. Yet." He jokes before practically kicking me out of the kitchen.

Well that was strange. 

"What are you doing, wondering around all alone Blue?" I turn to see Mason grinning at me like he just won a prize.

"Who says I am alone?" I remark.

"Well I just passed your boy toy guarding my sister." he points out.

"And where is Nora?"

"You mean Nina?" 

"Yeah, her."

"I dunno. I think I saw her making out with some dude from the baseball team." he shrugs.

"Aren't you with her?" I ask curiously.

"Nah. I don't do relationships." 

"Just random drunken hookups on the beach then?" I say thinking about my first night here.

"Or in other places." He says almost suggestively.

"You are such an ass." 

"At least I am an honest one. And what about you? You are just as guilty as I am of random drunken hookups. And more than once." he points out.

"More than once?"

"Dylan told me about you and Dean." 

"That asshole! Why did I even tell him? Of course he would tell you. It is no business who I do or do not hook u-" Before I can finish I am pulled into a dark room and Masons lips are on mine.

Without even thinking, I kiss him back. I wrap my hands around his neck and we slowly walk backwards until my body hits the wall where he pushes me against gently, our bodies moving closer together as he makes a trail of fiery kisses along my jaw and neck. Unconsciously I unbutton his shirt as he unzips the back of my dress and slowly pulls it down until my dress hangs loosely around my hips. His lips land back on mine as his hands gently wrap around my waist pulling me in even closer.

We are then interrupted by banging on the door, breaking the trance. Looking around I realise we are in one of the downstairs bathrooms. 

"Hey, can you hurry up? I need the bathroom." I hear a girl on the other side of the door.

"Shit." I say as I zip up my dress and quickly try to fix my hair. "This never happened." I say.

"This is starting to become familiar, Blue." Mason smirks like he won.

"I mean it Mason. This can't keep happening." I whisper.

"And why not?"

"Because." I shrug slipping my shoes that I don't remember taking off, back on.

"That is a shit excuse." Mason buttons up his shirt.

Someone knocks on the door. "Hurry up."

"I'm not going to talk about this." I say before opening the door to find a very confused looking Layla. "Uh..." 

"Really, Lana?" She looks at me almost disappointedly. 

"Not now Layla." I say leaving my her with Mason.

I need another drink.

***

So there is a bit more drama for you! 

Waves: Chapter 9- Lead The Way

Waves: Chapter 9- Lead The Way

"Party my house!" Dean announces very loudly to the whole school during lunch.  He then plops back down in the seat next to me. "You better all be coming." Dean says to our table where we have Macy sitting next to James (who she is still dating), Kara and Nick, and Dylan and Mason's flings of the week Georgia and Nina. It has kind of become an annoying couple's table with me and Dean being the only non-couple.

"Sounds good." Nick says and Kara nods in agreement.

"I will be there." Macy says.

"Me too." James joins in.

There is another couple of replies and it is decided that everyone is going.

"What about you, Lala?" Yeah, Dean and I got drunk one night and he accidentally called me Lala and it stuck. Mostly because he knows how much I hate it.

"I thought we agreed that you would stop calling me that. And sure, I will go." I shrug.

"No, you agreed. And great. You can help me set up then." He grins.

"Fine." I sigh. "If I have to." I fake being sad at the prospect of helping him.

I have been here a month already and dad still hasn't been found. So I am still staying here and I have grown much more attached to these people than I expected. It has been great catching up with Macy and I love spending time with Dean. Being at a normal school and on the surf team has been good too. Makes me feel like I belong somewhere. That I am a part of something.

After school, I walk into Dean's car and head to his house to prepare for the party and hang out like we usually do. I have avoided the hotel as much as possible. I usually spend my evenings at either Macy or Dean's house.

"So we need to get alcohol for this party." I say as we walk into his very large mansion. 

"I can use my fake ID." Dean shrugs as I go and grab myself a glass of water and start walking to his room. 

"Can I stay here tonight? Linda wanted to have a family dinner tonight and I am still avoiding her." I tell him.

"That's cool. Dad is on another business trip for the next few weeks and mum went on some spa retreat for a long weekend or something." Dean tells me before lying back on his bed.

I go to his walk in closet and grab my yellow bikini. Okay, so I have kind of made myself at home a little. Or you know, a lot.

I change in the closet and make my way back out, pulling on my white board shorts. "So why the sudden party?"

"I don't know." he says looking away from me.

"You are lying." I state.

"No I am not." he says blushing now. 

You see, really, Dean is a bit of a softy. He just tends to act a bit like a cold hearted and self centred rich kid at school. For reasons that are still unknown to me, he has built up some walls that I have mostly managed to knock down just as he's knocked down most of mine.

"Come on. Tell me! Please!" I beg now joining him on the bed.

"No." he says frowning.

"So you were lying! Tell me! Please, please, please. I will do anything?"

"Anything?" He says suggestively.

"Well maybe not anything." I roll my eyes. "So why would you throw a party for any reason other than to get drunk? It's not just that cause we could do that whenever. It's not for attention because you wouldn't swoop that low. Is it a girl?" he looks away. "Oh my god it is! Who? Tell me?" I start begging him again.

"No way." 

"Yes way. Come on. I thought were meant to be best friends!" I point out.

He sighs and then looks me in the eye. "Fine. I like someone. But she is with someone else, so it's not gonna happen. I figured that if I had a party she would come over." Dean finally explains. "Is that lame?"

"No, of course not. Will you tell me who?"

"Not yet." he says. "Forget about it, okay?" he asks.

"Fine." I sigh.

"Great. Now let's go to the beach." Dean says before kissing me and then dragging me out of his room.

So we still kiss and make out every so often but we really are only friends. I don't have any romantic feelings for him and he doesn't like me that way either. And we only do it in private. No one knows, not even Macy. 

To be honest I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't met Dean. It sure would make all of this a lot harder.

***

"It is party time! Your first high school party! I am so excited." Macy rambles after school on Friday. 

"Stop it with the firsts. They are overrated." I roll my eyes as I walk into my room.

It is the first time I have let Macy come over to the penthouse and that is only because I know mum is on a business trip and I wanted back up in case I bumped into Layla.

"Fine. Onto the important part. Your outfit! I think you should wear this." She holds up a dust blue and shiny silver dress with lace detailing. It is tight and goes down to about mid-thigh with a round neckline. It was actually perfect.

"I don't remember buying that." I look at it quizzically.

"That is because I picked it out when we went shopping before you started school last month." she reminds me.

"Oh. Okay." 

"Do you want any help getting ready?"

"Nah. I am good. Gotta go over to Dean's soon anyway so I will probably get ready over there." I tell her.

"You sure do spend a lot of time over there." She says skeptically. "You sure nothing is going on?"

"Yeah, we are just friends. Only friends. Why are you so interested?" I ask her.

"I am not!" She says defensively.

"Yes, you are."

"I think I am going to break up with James." she blurts out.

"Why?" I ask confused. I thought she was happy with James.

"I just feel like... like there is something missing. No passion. I think I am gonna end it tomorrow. I don't want to ruin the party tonight." she admits.

"Have you and James...?"

She looks at me surprised. "No, we haven't had sex." 

"Have you ever?" I ask curiously.

"Yes." she admits.

"Really? With who?" I ask.

"This guy who graduated last year. His name is Adam. We dated for six months and he is the only guy I have ever slept with. He broke up with me at the start of summer." she admits looking sad.

"So James is a rebound?"

"Not really. I have dated a couple of guys, had a few summer flings and random drunken hookups. I am still getting over Adam but I was never in love with him. I just cared about him a lot." she explains.

"It sounds like breaking up with James is a good idea." 

"What about you? Have you ever done it?" 

"No." I admit blushing.

"Really?" she is shocked.

"Yeah. It is kind of impossible to have a relationship when you never stay anywhere longer than a month or two." 

"Makes sense. Maybe you can have your first relationship whilst you are here." she says.

It is kind of bittersweet being here. I love having my friends and being a part of something. But then the only reason I am here is because dad is missing. Is it awful that a teeny tiny part of me wants to stay despite that meaning that dad wouldn't be found? What am I thinking? Of course it is. I love dad more than anyone in the world. I would choose him being safe and happy than my life here anyway. Even it the thought is almost too painful to bear. 

"I miss him." I say quietly.

"Of course you do." Macy instantly understands who I am talking about and comes to sit next to me on the bed.

"It has been over a month and there has been no word from him! I feel like maybe I should be doing something. To help instead of sitting here worrying about homework and parties." I ramble.

"If there was anything you could do then you would already be doing it. All you can do is wait for him to be found." she reminds me.

"Okay. You're right."

"You bet I am." She says brightening the mood.

We continue chatting for a while and then Macy drops me off at Dean's house. Since being here, I managed to get a job and that combined with my savings I have been debating buying a cheap car that I could always sell when I leave but I haven't decided if it is worth it or not. I am getting fed up of relying on people for lifts and it would make it easier to haul my surfboard around.

"You are here!" Dean opens the door excitedly. 

"Yes. Just like I said I would. Have you been drinking already?" I ask him as I walk up to his room and leave my stuff there.

"Maybe a little." He shrugs.

I laugh. "Okay, so we only have about three hours to set up and get ready before people come over." I remind him as I now make my way into the large hall space by the entrance of the mansion. This place was freaking huge.

"Cool. I already got the drinks." 

"Yes, I can see that." I say gesturing to the very large pile of beer, vodka, tequila, and Jack Daniels. He also already bought lemonade, coke and juices to mix the vodka with. "Did you get any food?" I ask him looking around.

He grabs my hand and pulls me into the kitchen where I see large piles of crisp packets. "I also preordered like twenty pizza's that are already paid for." 

"Wow. Someone is organised. Or was over excited." 

"What? Is it too much?" He asks nervously.

"No. It is great. Hopefully people will bring their own stuff too. Now lets sort out the furniture."

"Furniture?" he looks at me confused.

"You have never planned a party before have you?" I laugh.

"Nope. Lead the way, boss." he jokes and we set off to prepare for the party.

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So here is another chapter! What did you think?