“We worked on our training together to get us where we are. We never had the chance to see how it would work between us while we had our big competitions. I know you get stressed and so do I, but we never had the opportunity to stress outtogether,” he explains.
“That’s why I pushed you away,” I say quietly, my eyes tearing away from his for a second as I stare at his hands on my waist. “I’m still trying to learn how to let people in, even if it completely messes up my schedule.”
“Where would we be without that insane schedule of yours?” Miles retorts before spinning me around to face him. “C’mon the party is going to be over if you don’t hurry.”
*
By the time we've ventured out of my bedroom, the party was very muchnotover. I’ve seen more Kardashian’s in the last thirty minutes than I have seen binging the show with the girls. I texted Scarlett to get ready too, so we don’t have to leave Kennedy in anticipation any longer.
I’m still waiting for her to change so we’re hiding away from Ken in the kitchen while she tells someone a dramatic story across the room.Watching Kennedy talk without being able to hear what she’s saying, is one of my favourite things. She always speaks animatedly with her hands and makes every story she tells into a blockbuster.
“Can you just guess who I am?” Grey asks for the millionth time. Miles’ body comes even closer time as if we’re not already attached at the hip as we lean against the kitchen island. “I’m an actor.”
“Yeah, you’ve said that but it’s not making it any easier, dude,” Miles sighs with an eye roll. Greyson looks at Harry who is dressed as Harry Styles which was easy enough for him to do since they have similar styles.He’s wearing dark brown leather flared trousers and a sweater vest, and he painted his nails purple.
“I don’t know either,” Harry shrugs, trying his best at a British accent but he still sounds Australian. Grey comes over to me again, his tanned face close to me, his dark brown eyes staring into me.I can’t hide the smile that’s creeping up my face as Miles’ expression turns hard with jealousy just like it did at Sports Achievement Evening when I danced with Grey to piss him off.
“Wren, Iknowyou know who I am,” Greyson says sternly. I try and hold in my laugh as I slowly bring my shoulders up and then dropping them.
“You look like how you look every day,” I say quietly, gesturing to his outfit. He shakes his head and inhales, taking a step back from me.Miles comes closer to me again, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist, as if we can’t be apart for longer than a few seconds.
“I’m Charles Melton, you dicks,” Grey sighs after taking a shot. We all stare in confusion and the realisation washes over us almost at the same time. “I wanted to do someone who was also Korean, y’know? I don’t watch enough TV to even know who else is out there that you’d recognise.”
“Well, at least now we know,” Harry says, patting him on the back as Grey sulks away into the living room.
“Anyone want to take a stab in the dark and guess who we are?” Michelle asks, leaning into Xavier who, for one of the first times, isn’t wearing sweats.
Instead, he’s wearing a black suit that matches Michelle’s long black gown.They are by far my favourite outfits that I’ve seen today. There’s something so elegant about them. I only just got to know Michelle before Miles and I broke up and I’m so ready to hang out with her again.
“Obviously, you’re Beyoncé and Jay Z,” I say.Michelle shoves her face into her hands, laughing and throwing her head back.
“It was very limited for black couples to find a celebrity that everyone would know,” Xavier explains. He raises his Solo cup. “Here’s to diversity.”
“Hear hear,” Miles says, raising his cup too and everyone agrees with light chuckles.
“You are both very drunk and very right, Xavier,” I say, and he clinks his cup to mine.
Without really known how, they break out into a conversation about the Hollywood industry and the controversy it upholds. Being friends with them, you never know which direction a conversation can take but that’s what makes them all so interesting. One minute we can be talking about a TikTok audio and the other we’ll be talking about oblivion.
“Oh my fucking God!”
I hear a scream that can only belong to one person.
The birthday girl.
Kennedy pushes through the crowd of people in the kitchen and when she reaches me, she holds me out to her at arm's length. She takes a prolonged look at me up and down. Miles backs away from me, giving Ken the room to look at me properly.
“Her 1989 tour outfit?! How?”Her words come out in a breathless hurry. I raise my eyebrows at Miles as if it to sayI told you so.He sticks his tongue at me and smiles wide.
“I have my ways,” I say coyly with a shrug.Her mouth hangs open as she inspects my outfit again. She takes her time to feel over the sequins.
“We were meant to show her together!” Scarlett screams as she runs around the corner in her costume. Kennedy repeats her same over dramatic reaction over Scarlett’s outfit.
We tried to each go for an outfit that not only reflects Kennedy’s taste and personality but two of the things that have cemented the bond we have.Jennifer’s Bodywas our favourite movie growing up and we were all obsessed with Megan Fox as Jennifer. It was the kind of movie we shouldn’t have watched so young, but it became a comfort movie for us. We also grew up in love with Taylor Swift and every single song she’s released in her discography. Believe me, since Taylor’s Version of ‘Red’came out, we’ve listened to it nonstop. It just made sense. We just make sense.
I’m not surprised when more of our friends turn up and gush over our outfits for most of the night. It was a hassle for us both to get such good replicas of the real outfits but it’s definitely worth it. Scarlett, Kennedy, and I huddled in my car to get away from the noise so we could FaceTime Gigi who was dressed in her Kristen Stewart themed outfit. Because she has one of the greatest minds, I've ever interacted with, she pulled parts of all of Kristen's famous roles into one outfit. After enough socialising with Sophia as Haley Kiyoko, Miles and I lock ourselves back into my room to have a break before my social battery completely runs out.
“I missed you, Milesy. Like, a crazy amount,” I murmur as we lay on our backs on my bed after getting to know each other’s bodies again. My body aches from the competition but from the insane positions Miles just put my body in, I feel like I could melt like butter in his hands. He rolls over and presses a kiss onto my bare shoulder.
