(🎉) My muse meets yours at a party. (House party, club, etc.); Miranda and Charlotte the teenage years. killershoes.
With Charlotte’s parents out of town, it meant that it was time for another of her famous parties. While her parents might not like the fact that their daughter threw a party any time they left, they overlooked it because it was just what teenagers did. Their daughter was a good girl with good friends. They didn’t even care if some of the alcohol went missing (they hid the real good stuff and kept the rest in the cabinet).
As always, Charlotte was playing the role of dutiful hostess. Making sure everyone was having a good time (and staying out of places they didn’t belong). It was lowkey as far as house parties. Nothing wild like the townies would throw.
Charlotte slipped into the kitchen to refresh her own drink and spotted a girl who was vaguely familiar. A new girl though her named escaped her. Well, Charlotte was always up to making new friends.
“You know, you’re not going to get to know anyone if you hide in the kitchen.”