Come Outside, It's a Surprise

Being a teenager I am prone to over dramatization of not being able to go to a party. I get a text at 9:42 p.m. from a friend saying come outside we are going to the party. I frantically run up to my grandma begging her to let me go, but she sides with my mom, "I can only let you go if mom says yes," she says in her Russian accent. My hopes suddenly macerated, there was no chance of me being able to leave. I reply to my friend letting him know that I would not be able to go with him, but with an optimistic reply he says come outside. He showed up anyways. I promenade out to the front of my building, there he his with another friend of mine. Ori, sporting a new pair of glasses and Adam whose Mustang says it all. We talked, made jokes, and talked some more. I scanned my watch to check the time and almost an hour has gone by. We were able to talk all night without attentiveness to how much time has gone by, what I cherish the most in my friendships. Though I wasn't able to party it up in Tarzana, I had a splendid time talking it out in Studio City.