~*Chapter 5*~
"Hey Rob! You almost ready?" Josh yelled from across the house.
"Yeah! I'll be right there!" Robyn answered back. She was applying a final touch of make up to her face. She, Josh, Chris, Joey, Isabelle, and to her dissapointment, Justin were all going to a new club across town.
She placed her comact back into her little black backpack and proceeded at walk downstairs. She was wearing a white tube top, black flares, and black, platformed sandals. Her hair was pulled up into a sloppy bun with two little curls draping down across either side of her face.
As she came into sight, Josh looked over with wide eyes. "Damn girl! You look good!" he said.
A slight blush came over Robyn's cheeks. "Uh, thanx..." was all she could say.
"You're gonna have the guys all over you tonight!" he said laughing.
Just then, Isabelle came out of the kitchen, followed closely by Chris, Joey and Justin. She was wearing a knee length blue skirt, a white spaghetti strapped shirt, and white sandalls. Her hair was left down and slightly curled.
"We all ready?" she asked.
"Yup! Let's go!" Josh answered.
Joey ran across the living room and to the stairs. "I'm gonna tell Brit and Lance that we're leaving," he said, still running.
"I kinda feel bad that he can't go...I mean he can but..." Chris said.
"I know what you mean," Isabelle repiled. "But he's learned to accept those kind of things..."
"And just how do you know this much about Lance?" Robyn asked.
"We've been talking the past few days," she asnwered.
"Ohhh" Robyn said, passing a girn in Isabelle's direction.
Isabelle smiled back and looked over at the stairs. Joey came running back down the stairs. "OK," he said. "We're good to go!"
They all walked briskly out of the door, and down the long walkway that would lead them to their van. Tonight was to be fun for all of them... and they all knew it.
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Josh plopped down on the hard stool at the bar. He glanced at his watch; it was 1:00 am. The 6 had arrived at "Da Shit" at about 11:30. They had made a stop at another club before this one, but quickly left, for they felt that it was too dull.
When he looked over, he saw Robyn talking to some guy. Was I right? Yes I was! he thought to himself happily. Behind her, at a table, were Chris and Isabelle sitting at a table. He had no idea where Joey was... he had lost him hours ago.
"Hey!" a small voice said to Josh.
He turned to see a red headed girl looking back at him.
"Hi..." he answered back. "Do I know you?"
"No!" she replied energetically. "But you can!"
"Um..."
"Don't mind me. My friend left me a while ago and I can't find her."
Josh studied her face. She had deep blue eyes, long, flowing brown hair, and full lips.
She jumped up from the seat she had taken. "Oh! I am so sorry! I didn't introduce myself! I'm Donna Hendrix!" she said, shaking his hand.
"I'm Josh Chasez. It's nice to meet you," he said. He was a little surprised by her, but she seemed really nice.
"What I was going to ask you is: Have you seen my friend, Bree Johnson? She's about 5'8", long brown hair...really loud!"
Josh laughed. "No, I haven't seen her,"
"Well," she said grabbing his arm. "Then you're helping me look for her!"
She pulled him off of the stood, and started to lead him through the crowded dance floor in search of this unknown girl... Bree.
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Isabelle picked up her glass, and took another sip of the mysterious substance Chris had given her.
"Yahno Chris," she said, slurring her words. "Thistuff's realllllly good!"
"I know hun... You told me 3 times," he said, regreting that he had given her that beer... and that last one... and the one before that.
"I don really drink... I dunno though!" she said, reaching for another sip.
Chris qouckly grabbed it out of her hand. "That's enough for you Isabelle," he said sternly.
"But Chrrriiiissss! I wanna have more!" she whined, in a drunken stupor.
"Come on.. We're gpnna gp home now," he said, realizing that she needed to leave.
"Do we hafta?" she asked.
"Yup... Let's go!"
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