Oh september, the leaves began to crisp as backpacks came on and everything was wrong. The clear image of Cerulean High began only further expanded on the eastern horizon, inching closer and closer to becoming our reality, However, portruding before it stood the Rockefeller Residence. The house in which so many of our classes parents went through the same sh!t that we did. Vapor on the inside of car windows, whispering secrets, smoke blowing out of windows, striding through never ending hallways covered by lockers that told the stories of each and every one of them.
Today, it became them. Daiane’s rude self decided she’s very busy at the moment and can’t get ready (pregame) for the party with him. He was probably going to be preoccupied doing his makeup anyway but he wished she were here. That’s the thing with Reuben, he allows his friends to take breaks when they need them. He’s always there to kiss their paper cuts and listen to their stupid rants about boys who are uglier than his left big toe. They know he thinks exactly that of them too, reuben is comfortable with details that others are not comfortable embracing.
That’s what’s helping him not come off bad to the others at the party even though he’s showing up in his clown makeup. Reuben has always been pretty artsy. You can tell in the way that he dresses looking like some fan of shakespeare who writes poems and folds them into paper airplanes in central park, hoping they reach someones window when he lets them go. His earrings and his lil makeup looks, the fact that he’s fruity, I MEAN YOU CANT DENY THATS AN ARTSY PERSON TRAIT. To see the world differently and romanticize people in a way that others wouldn’t.
“Nah” Reuben disagrees with me as he recognizes himself in the vanity mirror, breaking the fourth wall he laughs at himself in the mirror. “I look so stupid.” He pinched and pushed his skin in the mirror, looking for any flaws in his reflection. Obviously, there are zero. Reuben pretended to flip his non existent hair and got up out of the stool to put step into his costume. Before that, he was just wearing his black boxers. After getting into his outfit, he zipped it up as far as he could before calling “Papi, me ayudas cerrar mi zierre?” to the hallway. Reuben walked through the hallway, down the stairs, through another hallway, and into his father’s room. His father wore an empathetic face as reuben turned around.
“Y Diana?” His father asked as he got the zipper unstuck. “Me dijo que estaba haciendo algo con su familia entonces no me pudo ver.” Reuben sighed. “A si, {insert Dai’s Mom’s name} no me ha contestado el mensaje que le mande haces pocas horas.” His father responded, closing up the zipper. Reuben turned around and gave him that “I see you” look.
“Mande, Mijo?”
“Nada.” Reuben smiled to himself.
“No me veas asi.” His dad said in a playfully serious voice, “Ya vete a tu fiesta” He settled, laughing. “Bueno, bueno” Reuben giggled, holding his tongue down to keep him from saying anything else before his dad got upset and left. Ever since Reuben saw the two parents flirting that one time he would not let it go, at least in his father’s eyes. Right now though, Reuben had a party to attend, and it wasn’t gonna wait all night.
Since his house isn’t too far from the venue, reuben decided to walk to the party. Hopefully by the end of the night he wouldn’t be sober enough to drive home. The road was angled upwards un the hilly new york terrain, suburban mansions at different planes with a plethora of different designs. He didn’t pay too much attention to it, because this is the environment he grew up in but sometimes on walks around the neighborhood when he sees the quality life that he gets to live, it gives him a sense of gratitude, that makes him want to enjoy life even more. You simply cannot waste all that we’re offered here. Then Reuben saw this guy getting a bl0wj0b in the middle of the street. Maybe it’s not that great here, on second thought. He thought as he looked away swiftly.
Once he reached the driveway, thank god, Reuben entered the house feeling confident as hell with a smile on his face. The ambience was already up with all of the music playing but there was yet to be many people there. Reuben pulled out his phone and started texting as many people as he could, starting with Dai, then Clara, Char, Athena his party partner, anyone he could. Reuben was ready to have fun but he was NOT doing it alone. Before he knew it, He saw Athena, “Athena!! Don’t you look nice.” He said looking them up and down in a feline manner.
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