Before the party

Juvia P.O.V

I looked at my watch and saw it was three o'clock. I readjusted myself on the bus seat and placed my head back on the window, looking out the window to see everything passing by. My phone then vibrated and I looked down at it.

I looked at the screen to see a reminder.

"Party at 7 tomorrow..." I whispered to myself.

I was greatly confused until I remembered the boy that kissed my hand. "That's right! There's a party tomorrow!" I whispered shouted to myself again.

The bus was approaching my stop, so I quickly tugged on the request cord, causing the bus to stop.

I smiled goodbye to the bus driver and quickly got off. I walked past the nearby drug store, past the dumpster, and to my small mobile home, hidden behind the trees.

I climbed up the side stairs and opened the door to my small home. Walking inside, I made my way to the right to enter my bedroom.

I don't even think I have anything nice to wear to a party...

I opened my closet to see nothing but the dark memories of my past. I closed the door to my closet and sighed, ashamed of what hid behind those doors.

"This is just great...my first high school party that I've been invited to, and I have nothing to wear. All I have is my uniform and..." I looked over to the wooden chest under my window.

I slowly bent down to open the chest, taking out the only reminder of my mother. "Maybe I can wear this..."

***

I walked out of my home with a light purple rose in my wavy, long, blue hair, a scarf that wrapped around my delicate neck, a small purple purse that matched my rose, and my mother's old and elegant purple dress.

"I don't think I should be wearing this to a highschool party..." I said as I looked at myself in doubt. "But I have no other choice..."

I then looked at my invitation and began to walk towards the bus stop.

***

There's no way a person could live here...

I stared at the giant house in awe, baffled by the exquisite exterior and large construction of the house. Tall black elegant gates surrounded the house, protecting it from people like me.

I shouldn't be here...I really don't belong here...

I was about to turn back when the little voice inside me quickly stopped me fr on running away.

No...this is a chance for me to try and fit in. Never run away.

I took a deep breath and walked towards the lavish gate. While approaching the gate, a tall man with a tux and shades, stopped from entering.

"Invitation," he commanded.

I reached into my purse and took out the folded piece of paper.

He then lowered his shades and looked at me, "Master Loke invited you?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" I asked rudely.

He lifted his shades back up and replied, "No..." He slowly moved out of the way to let me in.

I entered the party and saw everyone in casual and even exposing clothing. The girls were dressed as if they were going clubbing, and I looked like an old lady that was on her way to bingo night. I was clothed from head to toe, and there was nothing sexy about what I was wearing, but I had nothing else to wear.

I looked at my old fashioned dress and started to feel insecure. I backed myself up to a corner, hoping no one would see me.

This was a mistake...

As everyone was busy, entertained in their own worlds, I stood there alone. I looked down at my feet and started to wish that I should not have come.

"You too, huh?"

I quickly looked up to see the same boy that I bumped into the first day of school. I felt my cheeks heat up as I saw him, he looked so cool and handsome.

"Tch. I hate this..." he whispered while placing his hand behind his head.

Why is the student council president here? He doesn't seem like the one to come to these things...

I stayed silent, lost in thought until he began to speak again, "Why are you here? I mean, not be rude and all but you don't seem like the type of person to come to these things."

"You don't either," I retorted, annoyed with his comment.

"Hmm, you got me there."

We stood next to each other in silence until I grew the balls to actually say something.

"Uh...What's-?"

"Gray. My name is Gray Fullbuster." His eyes were gazing at the crowd of delusional teens, paying me no attention.

"Oh...Um, my name is-"

Suddenly, a loud yell from a girl on stage caught the attention of everyone at the party. It was completely silent.

"Who's ready to rock?!" She yelled while throwing the mic to another person.

They began the countdown to start playing.

***

Once they finished playing, a guy jumped onto the stage to announce the arrival of alcohol. At that moment, everyone went crazy and the front door opened to introduce two other men carrying coolers full of beer.

Are they really getting this excited over beer? It's not a big deal.

"Tch."

I looked over to see Gray completely annoyed with the situation. He then folded his arms in front of him and growled, "Those idiots..."

Huh? Have they never drank?

He then looked at me and asked, "You don't look shocked or excited or--I mean...you look so indifferent about this."

"Well...Isn't this normal?" I asked.

"No...Is this normal for you?"

"Yeah...we drank all the time in my old school."

His eyes widened. "What was your old school?"

"Um...Ph-"

"Guys! You have to get some! It's time to get wild!" shouted a girl with lavender hair, cutting me off from my sentence. She had two bottles of beer in her hand, offering them to us.

Gray reached out to grab it but hesitated to take it. He sighed, annoyed by his indecisiveness. "I've never drunk..." he mumbled quietly as he looked towards me, "Is it even good?"

"I mean, I like it...but I've decided to give that up..." I said meekly while remembering my past.

He stayed quiet, staring at the floor as he was deep in thought.

The lavender haired girl grew impatient with us, so she gave us each one beer. "Well, while you lame-os are deciding on whether to have fun or not, imma go get stoned. See ya!"

I stared at the glass bottle in my hand, tempted to chug the whole thing down. It's been a while...

"Screw it!" I heard Gray yell, "She's right, I need to live a little," he said while staring at the bottle. He finally grew the courage to drink the devilish liquid.

After taking a sip, he pulled away, gagging at the taste. "This tastes like shit!" he shouted, "How can anyone even drink this?!"

I giggle to myself as I took a great gulp from the bottle. "You get used to it."

He took another sip and gagged again. "I can't, this is so gross."

I finished my bottle and placed it on the floor, grabbing his drink from his hands. I know I said that I didn't drink anymore, but maybe just tonight I can break some rules.

I placed his bottle against my lips and drank."I missed this!" I shouted after I chugged the bottle down. I missed this feeling...the confidence and happiness I gained after a drink...I missed it.

"I don't know how you can drink that."

I chucked while placing the second bottle on the floor. "It's just practice."

Suddenly, the smell of weed began to infiltrate my nose. Okay...who brought my favorite lettuce?

"Stupid potheads...what's the point of weed anyway? It just fucks up your mind," mumbled Gray as he held his nose.

I stared at him in shock. "Are you serious? You did not just say that."

"What?"

"Okay, first of all, it doesn't fuck up your mind, it just calms you. You'll only get fucked up when you take too much like an idiot," I said slightly offended by his ignorance.

"Don't tell me you're a pothead too..."

"The biggest," I replied with a smirk.

As he sighed, I quickly took his hand and pulled him towards the source of the smell. "You and I are gonna try new things tonight," I said happily.

It's okay to let loose once in a while, and tonight is one of those nights.