[color=f6989d][i]"Holly, are you sure you don't need any help? It kills me to watch you do everything without letting me lend a hand, or two, or even three when I'm in the mood."[/i][/color] Jada's prominent voice called from the couch over the playing music. Her body was turned to the side, her dark almond eyes watching Holly as she dumped various liqueurs into a large plastic punch bowl. Jada was wearing a black and white polka dotted dress, a light pink cardigan covering her shoulders on the crisp day. Her shoes had been thrown next to her backpack on the floor the moment they had entered the house. She admitted she hadn't gone as far out in the costume department as some of her other friends, defending that she was was a '50's housewife' or something like that.

Jada had spent practically every day after school with Holly due to her father's work schedule at the high school. He wouldn't be home until late at night and since Jada didn't have her license it was either walking or spending time with her best friend. She always chose the later. 

Gazing around the room, especially on the table of snacks and alcohol anyone could tell Holly's family was well off. That is where the two girls differed; their social class were complete opposites. Thankfully Holly was always on the giving end of the spectrum, and wasn't pretentious like some of the other girls attending their school.