sushi by astrid s is such a good song :')

also y/f/n is your full name fyi. and ik i keep using parker as your pal's bf but it's my actual friend's bf's name so just change it or something.

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"come onnnn, we aren't going to be young forever, it's our last year of school, why not have a little fun?" y/f asks me. i scoff. "exactly! it's our last year of school, i'd like to get good grades, y/f. this is the year that really matters. partying isn't going to get you through life." i reply.

she groans. "i care about school just as much as you, but if you don't loosen up you'll never get a boyfriend. y/f/n, you will cone to this party whether you like it or not." she orders me. i sigh. "fine. as long as you shut up." i say. she squeals and opens my closet.

she pulls out a tight black dress she lent me a few months ago. "how about th-" she begins. "no, no, no! if you want me to come, i will wear what i want." i interrupt her. she sighs.

"alright but can i do your makeup at least?" she begs. "okay." i reply. she smiles.

yes, she can be a pain but she can sure do some bomb ass contour and highlighting.

i wear black skinny jeans, white converse, and my grey and white striped brandy melville t-shirt. y/f does my hair in loose beachy curls and does my makeup.

"kay, let's go before i change my mind." i say, grabbing my car keys from my purse. y/f hops into the passenger seat and we drive off towards the teenage house party.

there's something about underage drunken teens that makes me despise parties. maybe it's their stupidity or all the vomiting or making out. either way, i hate it.

"wanna come help me find parker?" y/f asks me. i shake my head. "i think i'll just go lock myself in a bedroom and ignore everyone here. see you later." i say. she shrugs and walks away.

i walk towards the chips and grab a few doritos before retreating upstairs. i walk into a room and try to lock it but it doesn't lock.

throughout the twenty minutes of being in there, numerous couples came in making out, but i told them to find a different bed to use.

i sit on my phone, playing sling kong. the door opens and i see a really attractive guy standing at the door. he's alone but as soon as he sees me, he smiles warmly.

"watcha doing alone in here?" he asks, sitting on the bed across from me. (a/n: don't worry, no bryce thing happens).

"i kinda don't like parties." i inform him, smiling. he chuckles, sending butterflies in my stomach.

"don't we all." he replies. "i'm c/n by the way. i think you were in my science class last year." he says. i knew he looked familiar.

"oh, that class is huge!" i say, powering down my phone and shoving it in my pocket. "you're y/n, right?" he asks, running his hand through his hair.

"yep. so what brings you in here?" i ask him curiously. "my friends are all drunk and they just brought me here to drive them home," he glances away. "so i guess i want to get away from everyone." he tells, smiling.

"i can relate to that." just then, i felt a change in heart. i barely knew the kid and he changed my mind.

"but y'know, we aren't young forever... why don't we dance?" i ask him. a wide grin appears on his face. he nods his hand, taking me down the all the sweaty drunken teens.

he takes both my hands and we dance the night away.