❝𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.❞
conflicting, that was all to say about this tale...
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𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.
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It was 9:20 PM. You and Sasha had finally arrived after wasting so much time listening to music and driving to random spots just to arrive later than usual. You scanned the atmosphere, glancing around the area. It took you some time to realise this was a frat house Jean shared with Eren and others. How did you not know? Maybe because Eren was always out every time you were visiting Jean. He never seemed to be there when Jean was there, you wondered why, but he did seem to like to clear his mind a lot, distance himself from others.
As you walked further, you were met with the sight of many young adults making out with each other, intoxicated by alcohol. Many people blocked entrances, their lips laid latched upon one another as they aggressively made out, unwilling to create space for others to move forward, directing themselves elsewhere. Dozens of people huddled in groups, talking to each other as red solo cups were lodged in between their hands, an odd look within their eyes as they remained in stillness.
"Sasha, stick with me," You plainly stated, not wanting to go in by yourself as you felt as if you weren't guaranteed safety if you went on your own. You were never one to attend things like this often, so you felt partially agitated at the amount of people, it tainted your ability to focus on all the other aspects of the situation.
"Sure," She grabbed your hand, directing you to a place where the others were, her eyes meeting with the front door intantly.
You made your way past the never-ending surge of people, finally arriving at the vast front door. You gently opened up the front door, only to be met with a larger swarm of people that crowded the spaces to welcome yourself inside. A somewhat nostalgic feeling engulfed you as you felt yourself being submerged into a familiar scene you hadn't encountered in a while: playing just dance with Jean and the others in his living room, with all the lights dim, setting a certain mood for just dance.
Loud music played against your ears as you walked through the main entrance, your body unable to take the mass amount of people who remained, unable to space out of the metaphorical bubble they had entrenched themself in. But despite that factor, the expected was happening: people were making out in here as they were outside, frantically searching for an area to settle themselves with their partners.
