“You look amazing, Ave!” Kayla shouts. Avery gives her a shark-smile and they hug in that cheek-kiss way popular girls do. Avery’s eyes whisk over me and she laughs.

“What are you supposed to be? A drowned rat?”

“Batgirl, you heathen. Duh.”

Avery sighs. “It’s a good thing I invited you. After that fountain stunt you’re the girl to go to for hilarious entertainment at your expense. You don’t mind looking like an idiot, right? Making a fool of yourself? Good. Do that tonight. A lot.”

“You forget yourself, your highness,” I sneer. “But I don’t take orders from you. So you can shove that plastic scepter up your butt and painfully poop it out later.”

Kayla barely manages to contain her laughter until Avery storms away, and then she explodes with it.

“Did you see the look on her face?”

“It won’t last. She feeds on pain and ineptitude and from the look of this crowd-” I glance around at everyone barely getting tipsy. A guy draws a penis on a jack o’ lantern and a girl pulls down an entire string of lights by getting it caught in her angel wings. “- that will be plentiful tonight.”

I wave at Wren, who walks in dressed in green as Link, from the Zelda videogames. He’s even got a cool replica plastic sword. He walks over and shyly blushes.

“H-Hey.”

Kayla sighs. “What are you supposed to be, anyway?”

“Uh, Link?” I inform her. “From Zelda?”

“Who from what? Is that a TV show?”

I roll my eyes at Wren, but he just laughs it off.

“Yeah, it’s a TV show. It came out a long time ago, though.”

“Oh, so it’s like a vintage thing. Cool.” Kayla smiles. A second later she shrieks in my ear.

“There he is!” Kayla squeals. “Promise you won’t drag him into a fountain this time, okay? I want to spend some quality time together tonight!”

I look to where Kayla is pointing – Jack just walked in. I should’ve known – that’s why all the girls in the room are whispering to each other and smiling coyly. My jaw would drop, if I wasn’t so exquisitely in control of my every facial expression. Jack’s got a pirate hat on, but it’s wrapped in a silk handkerchief and has some fake dreads attached to it, woven with beads. His loose white shirt is open, showing his collarbone and just the top of his pecs, with a vest over it and a golden compass hanging from a loop on the breast pocket. A fake sword rests on his hip. His breeches are tucked into his black leather boots, equally worn and dirty looking, and his blue eyes stand out like hard icicles with the smoldering eyeliner smudged around his eyes. He’s the spitting image of -

“Captain Jack Sparrow!” Kayla yells, and leaps into his arms. He smiles at her, then nods at me and Wren.

“Link,” He says. “May the Triforce be with you.”

Wren looks nervous, but he smiles. “Yeah. And with you.”

“Clearly Wren has the Triforce of Wisdom. I’ve got the Triforce of Courage, and you get Power,” I say. “Or not. You don’t get a triforce at all. You’re Ganon.”

Jack smirks. “I could live with being a villain.”

Wren looks impressed. “You play a lot of videogames, Isis?”

“What else does a friendless fat kid do?”

“So this entire time you’ve been calling me a nerd, but you’re secretly one?” Jack quirks a brow.

“Isis just calls everyone nerds. It’s her way of saying she likes you.” Kayla smiles.

I flush. “Is not!”

“Is that the best comeback you can come with tonight? ‘Is not’?” Jack makes a ‘tsk’ noise. Kayla leads him over to the kitchen, and pours him some booze. He grimaces at it, but he glances at me and takes a swig. I go in and fix myself a rum and coke, and stand by Jack.

“Do I drive you to drink or something? Thought the Ice Prince doesn’t drink.”

“I don’t. Tonight’s special.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

He jerks his head to Kayla, who squeals with a group of girls and points at Jack, then squeals louder with them.

“She’s excited, cut her some slack.”

“Excitement is not covered by my eardrum healthcare provider.”

“Every girl is excited by their first boyfriend. Let her enjoy it.”

Jack’s quiet. Someone turns on house music. The bass thumps through my chest.

“Did you?” Jack asks.

“Did I what?”

“Enjoy having your first boyfriend?”

“At first.”

I stare at Kayla’s smile, and smile into my own cup.

“At first it was great. It was really great. Held hands. Went on a picnic, once. He didn’t like going in public with me much, since I was a whale. Didn’t kiss, because I was too shy. Mostly we stayed at his house or my house. Talked. Watched TV. Once he brought some pot over and I almost vomited. It was the first I smoked anything, ever.”

“Rebel,” Jack murmurs.

“I know,” I laugh. “I felt so badass. All it did was make me hungry and then I slept for fifteen hours. It wasn’t even fun.”

“But you had fun with him.”

I watch the dark soda bubble, fizz, pop. Soda can corrode stuff. Metal. Stone. I read that somewhere, once.

“Yeah. I had fun. Except it wasn’t real. He was pretending.”

Jack’s patiently quiet. I grin and shove my cup at him.

“I’m gonna go dance. Don’t drug that or anything.”

As I sway to the beat, getting lost in the nest of heat and bodies that is the dance floor, my memories fall away. Music is the best medicine. It blasts away all the thoughts in your head if it’s loud enough, and keeps them away if it’s a good enough song. I don’t ridiculous dance like I did with Wren, but I don’t dance seriously. Can you even dance seriously? Whatever, that’s a question for some tap-dance or jazz snobs. I just dance. Wildly. I throw my arms up and jump and twirl, the orange-and-black of the lights mixing with the alcohol in a pleasant haze. I can observe, however blurrily, the party from the inside out. Someone’s throwing cooked spaghetti at a wall and watching it stick. Knife-guy snuck his way in, dressed up as a serial killer in a blood-spattered apron and a fake cleaver, and he’s talking excitedly with a guy dressed up as a samurai about the fake katana he’s got. Wren’s flitting nervously around Kayla, who’s showing him all the framed baby pictures of Avery tucked behind the fridge so no one could see how embarrassingly fat and bald she used to be. Avery herself is grinding on some tall, dark guy from the swim team. A green alien costume guy slides down the banister on his belly and crashes into a wall, jumps up, and runs up the stairs to do it all over again. And Jack’s looking at me. The music changes to some slowish hip-hop and the party rages on and Avery and the guy are kissing and Kayla and Wren have disappeared and I lean back, into someone’s chest, and I don’t care whose because I’m so tired and so drunk, and I hear the clinking of beads and look up and it’s Jack.

“Shit!” I stumble away, tripping over a couple. The three of us fall in a tangle of limbs and wounded egos, and Jack pulls me up and holds my hand, tight.

“Try not to kill everyone, idiot.”

“Let go of my hand, before I scratch your eyes out.”

“You’re drunk. You’re going to fall over again.”

“I’m perfectly capable of balancing on my own!”

I wobble, and to keep myself from eating vomit-and-glitter-stained carpet, I grab Jack’s arm. The shirt is soft and white under my fingers, but his muscle is taut and smooth.

“Either you go sit down –” Jack says warningly.

“No! I want to stay here with the music!”

“Or you use me as balance. But you’re a little too drunk to dance with any sort of coordination anymore, and I don’t think anyone else wants you grabbing all over them.”

“Screw you,” I snap. “You’re just…you’re just trying to smother me!”

“Yes. In your sleep. So you’ll stop living and Kayla will be all mine,” He deadpans.

I can’t help the laugh that escapes. I sigh and lean back into his chest again. We stand like that, and he stays still, but I sway gently and he starts mimicking me.