17.

EROS' POV

After more than half a pizza box, an entire bottle of soda, and two episodes of You, Betty was ready to head out into the night. I decided to get dressed in the second room, while Betty got ready in mine. I threw on a pair of blue jeans, and topped them with a thick, yellow, long sleeved top made out of yarn. I laced up my brown Timberland shoes, blew my hair out, and wore some accessories. When I was done, I walked across to my room, and knocked on the door.

"Dude, you've been in there for a least forty minutes." I said, leaning against the door as though it would make my voice any louder.

"You can't rush perfection." Betty called out. From the sounds of it, she was somewhere around my walk-in closet.

"Yeah, well, I'm kinda losing my party mojo so maybe you should hurry up before it's all completely gone." I warned.

I heard her screech, followed by heavy footsteps leading up to my room door. Betty flung the door open, and stood right in the doorway.

"You wouldn't dare." She