Funny Little Love

Where Are The Players?

30

ALEX

"YO, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT , WHAT I REALLY, REALLY WANT

SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT, WHAT YOU REALLY, REALLY WANT,

I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY, REALLY WANT

SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT, WHAT YOU REALLY, REALLY WANT

I WANNA, I WANNA, I WANNA, I WANNA,

I WANNA REALLY, REALLY, REALLY WANNA ZIGAZIG AH..."

They're playing Wannabe by Spice Girls in there on high bass.

Ooh, they decided to go 90s.

The dilemma in my mind doesn't match the tone of the song, though, making this atmosphere a weird mixture of party beats and a crippling unrelatable mental mess.

I am here. I don't know if I should be proud of myself for deciding to come to this party or regret making that decision.

It seems a bit off to me why Natalie volunteered to offer her house for the party, just like that, out of nowhere.

I don't wanna feel suspicious but I can't help it.

I like Natalie and I don't believe or rather I don't wanna believe that she would harm me in any way.

The house looks amazing. They've decorated it crazily.

Natalie is rich, and by rich I mean crazy rich. Her dad is a huge business owner famous in all of the West Coast and well known at Wall Street and the extent of his wealth is clearly reflected on the house he owns.

It looks futuristic with its glossy white paint. It's just single floor building with perfectly rectangular floor length glass windows, but it spans over a huge estate with gardens and two swimming pools. It has bright lights inside whose colors are switchable between yellow and white.

Natalie has really spent a lot on the extra lights and decorations all over the estate. It looks like a New Years' Party here.

"Why are you gawking at the house?" Lizzie's voice says.

I glance at Lizzie.

Her head is slightly tilted to the left and she is looking at me with a look that declares that as of this moment, she is no longer confused if I'm crazy. She knows it.

A super cold wind blows over us. Its fall season and the driveway full of people talking to each other, laughing occasionally, all of them moving towards the entry to the house, but it still feels super cold.

We didn't really cover ourselves up. Lizzie has an amazing semi-casual attire on. A faint red party bra on top, and red trousers. She had been covering it all under a faint-red cardigan this entire time at the stadium. She unbuttoned the cardigan on the way.

I'm wearing my usual white t-shirt and jeans.

Hey, I don't have a vivid fashion sense like Lizzie. I didn't even know about the party until after the game was over. Don't call me unaware.

"Nothing, just it looks really cool." I answered Lizzie.

"If you're done staring, can we please go inside now? I'm freezing out here." Lizzie asks, holding her cardigan closer.

We walk towards the entry, like the rest of the people crammed in the driveway, while people were being let into the house by the house security one by one.

We made it to the end of the queue.

"Don't break anything inside. Bedrooms are out of bounds. Don't have sex in them." the security guard told us in a bored voice.