~*CHAPTER THREE*~

"Nikki! Nikki!" I ran frantically into my older sister's room, "Can I borrow your shoes? The black strappy ones?"

"Yeah, come get 'em," she called back from the depths of her closet.

I ventured into the spacious walk-in closet, where I found Nikki among a heap of various clothing and a large mound of shoes, things flying everywhere.

"I think the ones you want are near the bottom," she gestured to the shoes.

"Oh, great," I groaned, rolling up my sleeves and preparing to dive in, "Hey!" I exclaimed about halway down, holding up a pair of grey mary janes, "What are THESE?"

"Oh, those? Your Steve Maddens," Nichole replied casually.

"Yeah, the ones I've spent the last half hour tearing my room apart looking for! The ones I was going to wear tonight but had to resort to asking for your black strappy shoes cuz I couldn't find them!! Next time, I'll look in here first!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air and running back to my room. As I left, I could hear Nichole laughing behind me.

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"Nichole! Brad's here," my mom called up the stairs.

Brad, Nichole's boyfriend was picking the two of us up to go to a party that evening. It was two weeks before the move, and our friends were throwing us a party.

Nichole and I nearly crashed into each other as we ran into the bathroom to check our appearances in the mirror one last time, and retouch our makeup.

"Aw, you look really cute!" Nichole smiled at me.

"Thanks, you look great, too!" I replied.

Nichole was dressed in a short dark red dress with a round neck and low back. The material was satiny, and a vibrant color. She wore her straight, smooth blonde hair down with jeweled bobby pins in the same color as her dress holding her bangs back, and a small silver chain was around her neck. On her feet she had the black strappy shoes I was going to wear. I was wearing a satiny black dress. The back and neckline were straight across, and the top was fitted, with adjustable spaghetti straps. The skirt was straight and came to just above my knees. My hair, which looked the same as Nichole's except hers was shorter, was held up in a messy bun with a couple small clips. I had my gray maryjanes with a small flowervine embroidered on the toe, which I had unearthed from the depths of Nichole's closet.

"Alright, call Nick and get him to come over now," Nichole instructed.

"K, meet you downstairs," I agreed.

When I called Nick, he wasn't quite ready. Rather than having to deal with Nichole, he was going to take his car, and we would leave a bit later.

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Nichole and I had essentially the same group of friends, a combined bunch, some from her grade, some from mine. This was a result of the two of us being so close. We had been friends with some of these kids since kindergarten, and picked up others on the way. The two of us were considered fairly popular, and had many friends. As Nick and I walked into the party, we were instantly met by the familiar noises of chatting, laughter, and the latest hits blaring from the speakers. Gabbie, the girl throwing the party, came running to the door to greet us.

"Maddie!" she squealed, "You're finally here! You look great! I love your dress!"

"Thanks, Gabs, I like yours, too!" I grinned, hugging her.

"Hey Nick!" Gabbie greeted him, "Come on in you guys!"

The party was in full swing already. Some couples were dancing, there were small clusters of people chatting, food everywhere, and it was very noisy, as expected. I loved it already.

"Come on, Nick," I dragged him unwillingly into the center of the room, "Let's boogie!"

He laughed and grinning at me, reluctantly giving in. The two of us were grooving when a slower song came on.

"You- you wanna?" he stuttered, looking at me questionably.

His hand accidentally brushed mine, and I felt something almost electric, that same spark I had been feeling lately. I quickly pulled back, embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Nah, I think I'll sit this one out," I tried to act relaxed, however I was anything but, "I see Gabbie over there talking with Corey and Kristin, I'm gonna go see what's up with them."

"Oh, okay," Nick replied, "Guess I'll go see what the guys are up to."

I could tell he was hurt, although he tried to hide it. I had the strangest, nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach as I watched him walk, dejected, out to the kitchen where most of the guys were. Confused, I wrote it off as hunger and attempted to shake it off as I went to chat with the girls.

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