Forest City 4 Chapter 3 -Party-
"I'm going to head over to Hazel's house, I got to ask her a question!" I called out to my dad, while I was putting my boots on, I grabbed a scarf from the coat hanger that stood next to the front door.
"What are you going to ask her?" dad asked from in the living room, he had the news playing at a low volume, probably as background noise, while he read.
"I want to ask her if we can host a..." my voice trailed off, I had an idea that I stole from Mac, that I was hesitant of at first, "I want to ask if we can host a party for Mac, to come home and all..."
"Sounds good," dad trailed off, "make sure to be here by 8, your mother is coming to pick you up."
"I won't be there for too long," I replied. The afternoon had arrived and it was already 4:10.
"Yes, yes," dad finished the conversation quickly.
"Bye," I said quietly, I opened the door and continued out over towards Hazel's house. Mr. Delgado sat out on his porch grumbling to himself. I tried to pay no attention, but I had realized he had set up a tiny fence around his front yard, all of the apartments in this area had taller fences around the backyards, but not in the front.
"Don't get too close to that fence! I payed good money for that!" Delgado hollered, his voice trailed off "Can't believe the city wouldn't let me get a taller fence."
I swore under my breath, then began to make my way up Hazel's stairs. Snow began to fall from the sky and I wanted to get inside quickly, I rang the doorbell. Multiple voices spoke from inside the house. The door opened and there stood a very well-dressed Hazel.
"Hi!" I began.
"What are you doing here?" Hazel whispered, "I'm having tea."
"I wanted to ask you a question, a very important one," I whispered back.
"We can talk about it later or you can stay and have tea, just don't make any noise," Hazel whispered threateningly, she seemed quite tense today.
I followed her into the living room and chose a comfy chair to sit down in, I grabbed a biscuit from the tray on the coffee table.
I glanced around the room and met a green stare from a white bunny, her eyes were fixated on me and did not bring a friendly feeling to the room.
"What's he doing here?" the bunny began, "Never mind, how's your brother, Hazel?"
This could go on for hours, I thought to myself, I'll just ignore everyone for the rest of the time that they are here, they should be leaving soon... I continued to zone out and ignore everyone until.
"Hello!" a little tabby kitten spoke into my ears, "How'd you get your ear all scratched like that!!!"
"Raffi! Don't be rude!" the cat, who looked like the kitten's mother shouted at her son, she then turned to me and replied, "I'm sorry, my son just doesn't understand that it is rude to ask questions like that, I'm Tammi, by the way."
"Cobalt," I replied, "I don't mind."
"What are you doing over here?" Mrs. O'Hare questioned.
"I've come to plan a party and wanted some permission." I answered.
"A party," O'Hare scoffed, "Shouldn't you be hosting one of those at your mom's house," her reply turned into mocking.
"It's a welcome home party... for Mac," I replied, my ears bent back.
"Oh, I hadn't noticed she was gone," O'Hare mocked.
Hazel and I both shot a cold glare at Mrs. O'Hare. She looked offended and "confused."
"I think it is time for you ladies, and Raffi, to leave," Hazel spoke, her eyes still stayed focused on Mrs. O'Hare.
"It was nice meeting you," Tammi finished.
Mrs. O'Hare said nothing and left.
Hazel and I both sat in the living room, the lingering smell of perfume, lavender, and powder wafted as she got up and began cleaning.
"What's your great idea Cobalt because I have a feeling that you weren't planning on a welcome home party," she said while taking the tray of biscuits back to the kitchen.
"You got me," I replied, "Mac had an idea of getting my dad's class to come back for a get together," I smiled awkwardly.
Hazel sighed, "I'd love to, but I don't think that we all want to be in the same room together."
"Or maybe just you friends, we could use this to maybe mend some of those broken relationships," I suggested.
"I just don't see how that is a good idea," Hazel echoed.
"I think that my friends could all use one of these too," I replied, "We've been in a rough patch lately."
"Fine!" Hazel gave in, "This better double as a welcome home for Mac, I've missed them lately, and I haven't heard from them in a while."
"It's a deal," I replied, "I can always deliver invitations and you can set up and schedule things."
"Deal," Hazel said with a smirk, "Just tell me who's on the list."
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