That look was a look, and she’d meant to use it. I grab my second cup of the night and watch her begin dancing cup raised. I set my cup down, I deci...de I’d rather be sober for the night.Over an hour passes and the party is officially lit. strobe lights, loud music, pool skinny dipping and rowdy activities take place. Kira makes her first bathroom break with a swath of girls. All giggling and paling in comparison. I listen in to their bathroom conversation casually leaned up against the door. “I. Just put him on.” My ears are on fire. My skin crawls. My head is a carousel of pulsing lights and dancing colors. I hear the words you're fired and Donald Trump's beat red face and toupee flash in my face. Oh fuck, I'm going to throw up. I rinse my face and brush my teeth best as I can. I swear the face in the mirror is not mine. Ratty, tangled mess of hair. Pale with sullen eyes. No amount of makeup can fix this. Drugs. I need drugs. Thank god I've got some antivirals. Let's just hope they. Today's the day." I say, sadly.My name is Gene Taylor. I'm an orphan, who may be saying goodbye to my only friend."Yeah... ten more minutes." Samantha replied.Samantha Hunter. She's my best friend. My only friend. We grew up together. Just us against the world. Her ginger hair framed her pale face, as she looked at me blankly.It's one of those things everyone knows. When you know someone, you know how they're feeling, regardless of what they're showing."You're worried." I stated, looking. She reached down for his belt buckle and fumbled clumsily with the unfamiliar metal, eager to peel back the fabric and get down to the fleshy fruit of his body; all hot blood and gradually-tightening muscles. But he stopped her, gripping her small wrists in his hands swiftly. She gasped aloud in surprise as he pressed her up against the cool bedroom wall, holding her still as he laid deep, sucking kisses from behind her ear to the v in her summer dress. She giggled again but the chuckles soon.