For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, and for these two, their lives have been planned down to a science.
For Wylan Olson, being yourself can be very stressful. Since she was young, her emotions have always been backwards. The e...
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I had finally reached the party and she wasn't there. Talk about punctuality...then again she isn't bound to my agenda.
"Kwame, what's up, bro?" Nate slurred as he hung on my shoulder.
I shrugged him off, and he almost fell on the floor. "Dang Nate, it hasn't even gotten past eight thirty, and you've already gotten this drunk?" I looked at him warily shaking my head.
"Who said I was drunk? You don't know where this buzz came from. I could've hit that Mary Jane, and you would never know," he hiccupped.
"Actually, had you been smoking weed I would've smelled it on you, like the putrid—where's Farah?" He pointed towards the kitchen and went on to other business. I shrugged and made my way through the masses of teenagers, who were kissing, dancing, or drinking.
Someone grabbed my forearm and pulled me down to their level. "Hey Kwame," she boomed, tight curls bouncing as she yelled over the loud music. I shook my head as "Do It Again" blared. I wasn't a big fan of new music. "So glad you could make it," she said, hugging me. I looked around for a moment, staring at the doorway. "Wylan isn't here yet. I'm going to go get her later."
I nodded. "And you figured that I would care about where she was why?" I asked, still looking around the room.
"I noticed how you were giving her the stare down. Don't act like that, Kwame...Merri and I were talking today after school." She punched me hard in the chest.
"Dang Farah, what'd I do?" I asked, rubbing the sore spot on my forearm.
"You know what you said. Now you better put it on your agenda to apologize," she demanded, crossing her arms.
"It's not like she gives two rat tail combs anyways," I replied.
Merriam played to the beat of her own drum, and she really didn't care what people had to say. Her style, attitude, and choice of words gave you that notion right off.
"Shut up," she muttered.
When she finally came, a random blonde girl was attempting to chat with me. I was only half listening before I walked away wordlessly. Now is the time.
I made my way over to where she was slowly, my hands in my pocket as I reached her and spoke directly into her ear on account of the noise. "What are you doing?" I asked.
She jumped, and smiled when she saw me. I guess nobody could be a pessimist around me. Then her words changed the whole mood. "What the- Where'd you come from?"
She tried to walk around me and I wrapped my hand around her forearm. Not so fast, "Willa, babe, calm down, I don't bite. After all, we're at a party," I jested, offering her a smile.
