Page Michaels wasn't too excited about how the night was turning out. She couldn't remember a time that she had ever been this scared in her whole entire life. Honestly she had been looking forward to a dull night eating popcorn and watching chick flicks with her bestie until they were so bored and exhausted that they had no other choice but to sleep. Instead, Iz got a call from some friend of a friend about some awesome party that was happening and she took over the night like she always had. Page used to admire that quality, but lately it was annoying just being the sidekick. She mainly felt like a decoy, a reputable cover. She pushed her thick, rectangular black framed glasses back up to where they were supposed to be. "Hey Mickey," Page said, blowing her sweaty, mousey brown, side swept bangs out of her eyes, glancing sideways at Izzy. She looked shaken, but calm. Their escape had been a close call and she was glad they hadn't been arrested. She reached over and patted Izzy reassuringly on her knee, squeezing gently.