I tear up the clothes stuffed in the back of my messy closet. “We can't go if there's nothing to wear and from what I see... I don't think we'll go.” I glance at my texting friend. "Redd? Are you listening to me?" Redd looks up from his phone with his trademark stunned look. "What?" He asks in a way that sounds more like whhhaaaaaa. “No clothes. No party.” I say this very slowly, as if to say she's slow, but Redd is anything but. He shakes his head and stands up to look in the closet, tucking his phone into his back pocket. Seconds later, he found something. “Elli, how about this?” She shows me a simple black lace dress I know with only a mid-thigh stop. I give her a puzzled look. “Did people do this kind of thing in public?” I say the last two words as if they were blasphemy. "Yes," Redd whispers almost annoyed, "they do." I glance at her and grab her dress. I take off my tank top and yoga pants and put on my dress. Now with the dress on and I see that it's not too short. I twirl a little in the cute dress. "I've never worn it." “Good,” he says. "Now help me find some clothes or else I'll show up naked." "No, you won't." I tell you. “You're right. I'm not even wearing a two-piece. But let's get back to helping me find a party-worthy outfit.” I pick up the brown pile on the floor and lift it up. It's a crop top that stops just above your belly button. On the chest it reads "AS IF". Redd picks up some high-waisted black jeans. We look at each other. “We're going to a high school party.” I scream. Redd puts on his clothes. She looks fierce, her wavy burgundy hair falls to her shoulders, her hazel green eyes have black wings, her stomach is a small but seductive stripe. I shoot... halfway down the paper... and why." My stomach drops to my knees. "And that friend of yours Redd. It seems to attract attention." I smile. "It's the fiery red hair. She grabs attention and you realize how cute she is. "I pull at my brown hair and resist the urge to tear it out." I'm Henry. My sister forces me to come to parties like this. I prefer to stay in the background, if you know what I mean." "Like a wallflower?" she snaps. He smiles. "Yes, a bit like a wallflower," he says. "I would never have had the courage to talk to a girl like you. Until you spilled soda on me. “Do you want to maybe get cleaned up?” I stumble over the words. Well, I have a crush. "That would be great." He reaches down to pick up the empty red cup.