“Could they?” I laugh with a raised eyebrow, wondering if maybe I’ve had it wrong all this time. Maybe I need to be investigating these Broken Hill parties. Maybe I’ve been missing out all these years.
“No,” she grins. “The chandelier was ripped right out of the roof and Jesse went down like a sack of shit.”
My jaw drops. “Jesse was the one swinging from the balcony? Is he alright?”
“Well, yeah,” she laughs. “He was more than alright to still party all night and take me home afterward.”
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe.
“I know,” she says, excitement lighting up her eyes. “Jesse wants me to have my eighteenth at his place. He’s thinking of having a massive indoor slip ‘N slide, though I have no idea how he plans to pull that off, but knowing Jess, it will be a party to remember.”
Tully gasps as we continue around the sound of the house. “Holy shit. I better be invited to that party.”
“Hell yeah, you are,” Kaylah tells her, making me fall in love with how amazing my two friends have been getting along. “It’s a few weeks away.”
I smile to myself, recalling all the fond memories I have of all of Kaylah’s parties in the past. Jackson always made sure to make them memorable and I have a feeling her eighteenth is going to be huge.
I search the side of the house, having a pretty good feeling that what I’m looking for is going to be over here when I finally spot it. The garden hose. “Uh huh,” I declare, pushing the lingering bodies out of my way to get to the hose so I can wash off the stickiness from my arms and chest.
I twist the tap and hold onto the end, making sure to put it on lightly so I don’t end up spraying the hundreds of bodies crammed into the backyard. As I bend forward, my balance is thrown off and I stumble forward. “Whoa,” I laugh as Tully reaches out a steadying hand, trying to stabilize me, but all that does is have us both face plant into the side of the house with Kaylah laughing so hard she crosses her legs so she doesn’t pee herself.
“Holy shit,” Tully grumbles pushing herself off the wall. She turns to face me and decides to take matters into her own hands.
Tully takes the hose from my hands and holds it up while Kaylah helps her to wipe the purple mess off my body.
It all happens too fast.
One second, I see Spencer standing over us, grinning like a lunatic, the next, his hands are on the tap, turning it full blast.
Cold water spouts all over me as I let out an ear-shattering squeal. Tully loses control of the hose and suddenly it’s flying out of her hands and around the yard like a snake on crack, smacking into people and drenching bodies everywhere. Girls squeal as drunken guys rummage around, trying to catch the out of control hose.
Realizing this could go on for hours, I spin around and stop the hose from the source. I grab hold of the tap and turn it off tight until the backyard is once again safe. Laughter sounds from all around, yet Tully, Kaylah, and I aren’t so happy.
We each turn a glare on Spencer who instantly holds up two hands in surrender. “I’m sorry,” he laughs, clearly forgetting the fact that my boyfriend beat the ever loving shit out of him a few weeks ago, either that or he’s too fucked up to remember who he’s supposed to be hating on right now. I know that tends to happen to me a little more than I should admit. “I couldn’t resist,” he tells us with a grin. “You had the hose on her. What was I supposed to do? It’s like you were begging for someone to do it.”
Tully looks at me. “He has a point,” she tells me.
I groan. “I know.” I was stupid to think that was a good idea at a party like this. I guess that’s what happens when you’re not thinking straight.
Tully looks back to Spencer expectantly. “You owe us,” she says, pointing out how the three of us are soaking wet, drips of water rushing from our clothes as mascara smudges beneath our eyes.
Spencer considers us a moment before taking pity on us. “How about this?” he says, digging in his pocket. He pulls his hand out a second later before holding a joint up between his thumb and forefinger. “We good?”
Tully stares at the joint. Kaylah’s mouth pops open. And I…well I have the great idea of plucking it out of his hand with an excited grin. “Pleasure doing business with you, Spencer.”
He chuckles to himself and shakes his head. “Anytime, babe.”
With that, he disappears, leaving the three of us, hovering around the side of the house, out of sight of the boys, staring at the joint in my hand. “You’re not seriously going to smoke that thing?” Kaylah mutters. “I mean, do you even know what to do with it?”