"If Marcel isn't all three, then he isn't a boy?" He smiled his goddamn smile.
I hit his arm repeatedly, making him move away from me just to resist the blow. "Never bring Marcel because he is not the same as you. I exclude him!"
"Too bad, you barely even know Marcel." He leaned back, pulled his arms back and studied the slightly hazy Los Angeles evening sky. He turned to me. "You like parties?"
"What fool doesn't like a party?"
I really like to attend crowded parties, especially if I have a dress code. Back in Florida, I used to attend school parties with Kelly. Not a melodrama party that is only filled with romantic dances. Almost every month Stalag 14 High School holds a party with a different dress code. Usually, I come to every party to finish the cakes on the dinner table. Since Mom forbade me from touching alcohol, I never tried it.
I guess now you can...