I asked the sweet Lord Jesus to bless me with the power of invisibility, at least for a few minutes.

Chapter 4

"I've missed you both so much!" Zoey gushed against my neck before dropping her hold and giving Nicole the same treatment.

The men closest to us were staring with their eyes glazed over, much like I imagined a brain-eating zombie's gaze to be when it caught sight of a living, breathing human. I could only imagine what in the hell was going through their minds, and it made me feel really fucking uncomfortable. All they needed to do was go a little slack-jawed and start making droning noises from deep inside their cavities to complete their Dawn of the Dead impersonations.

"Did you get to see your future husband?" she asked Nikki, who had an arm draped around our much shorter friend. Where Nicole was freakishly tall, I was freakishly average, and Zoey freakishly small. My brown hair and brown eyes only added to my average status in comparison to my blonde and raven-haired friends.

I told Zoey once she could pass for a middle-school aged boy, and she laughed her ass off. I really wasn't joking, but I think she thought I was. Zoey was the epitome of petite. Everything about her was doll-like, with her short, vibrant black hair, almond-shaped eyes, tiny boobies, and delicate facial features all packed into a small frame courtesy of her half Japanese ancestry.

I wanted to put her in my pocket and take her everywhere with me.

Nicole started telling Zoey all about our escapade at Calum's booth, but my attention span was practically nonexistent. I found myself looking around the mass of people that were creating a half circle surrounding the booth where the future anal queen was blowing kisses as she dropped her ass to the floor like a seasoned stripper.

"I'm gonna go pee," I poked Nikki in the back, and she just waved me off.

"I'll wait for you here," she said.

Shouldering my way through the crowd, I tried to venture in the direction where I thought the restrooms were. It amazed me how many people were here. Miami had some major pervs, I had to say. Myself included, of course. A couple of minutes later, I took a sharp left only to find that I was back right where I started.

"Need a tour guide?" a familiar, silky voice asked from behind me.

I turned around to find the same green eyes from earlier peering at me in amusement. "I'm looking for the restroom."

He tilted his head in the direction I had gone earlier, a soft smile crowding the corner of his full lips. "C'mon, I'll show you where it's at before you pee on yourself."

"Thanks," I told him, giving him a smile.

My new friend shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his slim-fitting, worn in jeans. I noticed that he put his hoodie up and over his baseball cap, so only his face was exposed beneath the black cotton. He smirked. "Are you having fun?"

An unladylike scoff escaped my throat. I blushed furiously, keeping my eyes glued to the floor while I followed him around a left turn. "Well, it's an experience, you know?"

He just laughed as he nodded, like he completely understood what I was talking about. "That's a polite way of putting it. Did you come out of curiosity or...?"

"You can put it like that," I said, with another smile, looking far up at him. His pretty, sparkly eyes flitted between the floor and me. "I keep expecting to see my Grandma here, or something though. It's weird."

I really didn't know why I told him that. It might have been because he seemed to be trying to blend in, like me, by wearing that cap and hoodie, or maybe not. It was his smile, probably, that did it. I was normally pretty quiet by nature. It took me six classes to talk to Josh for the first time, and he was the second most outgoing person I knew besides Zoey.