Clothes flew everywhere as Lana kept on searching for what she wanted to wear. She eventually pulled out a red long-sleeved dress and placed it against her chest to see what it looked like.

"I forgot I bought this." She uttered to herself "It’s beautiful, but I think it might be a little too short."

"Put it on." I insisted "Who cares if it is too short? You will get a breeze right up your—"

"Okay." She stopped me mid-sentence "I'm putting it on."

Lana changed into the dress and proved me right that it was amazing on her. The red colour suited her. It was apparent she liked it too because she swirled around as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"You look great. Brennan is missing out." I commented with a wink.

Her light happy expression dropped slightly.

"When we told the boys about the party, it never seemed like he cared." She delivered quietly before adding "Not compared to the other person at the table."

The memory of Stone gnarling as we mentioned Chase's party came to mind.

"Stone always looks pissed off." I stated before mentioning "Maybe Brennan will show up at Chase's party. I think it would be totally romantic. He can't stand the idea of guys admiring your dress and trying to talk to you, so he comes to stop it."

She went back to looking at herself in the mirror while she replied "I think you should wear this dress instead. You are much smaller so it would fit you better."

"No way! You have the best legs out of the two of us." I affirmed "Plus, I can't wear red with my green hair. I will look like a Christmas tree."

We went downstairs and said a quick goodbye to Mrs Armstrong. She gave a few words of warning to behave ourselves and to be careful. Which was a reasonable response to us going to a party. The last party we both went to ended up with Lana walking home herself as I took Chase to the emergency room.

After leaving the house, we made our way to my little green car and began our drive towards the beachfront. The radio was blaring from the speakers as Lana and I sang along to the lyrics.

"Have you been to Chase's house before?" She shouted over the music.

"Once or twice." I answered her while tapping a beat on the steering wheel "He plays a mean game of Mario Kart."

"Is Mario Kart code for something?"

"It is not a euphemism." I sent a frown her way as I denied her claim "If that is what you are asking."

"Then why do you spend time with him?" Lana questioned while I turned the car as we approached a junction.

What I wanted to tell her was the truth. I wanted to tell her that I sometimes went to Chase's when I felt lonely.