𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 - 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲

warning: language, talk of drug use and underage drinking, and suggestive comments.

i was rudely awoken by a very loud sound coming from outside my window. i groaned in annoyance and squinted trough my curtains. 

as my eyes adjusted to the light, the shape of a van came into view. it wasn't just anyone's van, it was alex's. "shit."

i scrambled out of my bed, mumbling curses to myself as i shuffled to put on my sneakers. i swiftly grabbed my phone and jacket and rushed out of my room. 

i grabbed a piece of toast off of a plate in the kitchen and yelled a incoherent 'bye' to my parents, though they could care less, and ran out of my house. 

i stumbled down my steps, almost tripping once or twice and ran out to alex's van. i rushed to open the van's door and toppled in. 

as soon as i closed the door and sat down, i heard yelling from around me. 

"my god woman, put a shirt on!" 

"what the honk y/n? atleast take me out to dinner first."

"oh come on now. youre so excited to see me you dont even have time to put a shirt on?" 

it was then i realized i had ran out of the house in only sweatpants and a sports bra. i sighed to myself and put on my jacket, "im sorry that somebody didnt give me a heads up that they were coming to pick me up this morning." i teased, glaring at alex. 

alex. ive known alex since sixth grade. as soon as i met him we immediately became best friends. alex has that kind of personality that just makes you want to be friends with him. hes always kinda been a trouble maker. skipping class, smoking in the bathroom, partying and drinking. but that just makes you love him even more. 

karl. ive known karl ever since hes moved here in eighth grade. just like alex, we immediately clicked. he has such a bubbly personality, you cant not like him. hes always been a goody goody, but throughout the years, we've gotten him to loosen up. he's probably the sweetest and most caring person you'll ever meet.

clay. ive known clay since i was just a kid. when i was younger our parents would hang out every weekend, having dinner every other night, hanging out whenever they could. which ultimately led clay and i to become close friends. clay has a tough exterior but on the inside, he's a total softie. clay has always been known to be a douchebag jock, but nobody knows what he's really like. sure he's cocky and all, but he also has a totally different side that nobody except his close friends get to see. 

i took a moment to look around the van. alex was driving. karl in the passenger seat. clay in the back left. me in the back middle. and an empty seat next to me. "i assume we're going to get nick and george now?" i question.

alex puts his hand on karls seat, looking back at me as he pulled out of my driveway, "duh"

i laugh to myself and look out my window to the right. 

after a bit of driving we arrive to nick's house. and as expected he was already sprinting out of his house. a paper bag in his hand. 

as he climbed in the van karl noticed the bag in his hand, "whats that nick?" 

nick just chuckled. i sighed, it was most definetly weed.  

nick. ive known nick since second grade. we've always been close. he has a goofy personality that just draws you to him. hes like alex, a troublemaker. nick always brings all the stuff we need. drug wise, that is. hes kinda our plug. but if you didn't know him, you would think hes a normal kid. 

"ayo, wheres the brit?" sapnap inquired, noticing george's absence. 

"we're on our way to get him." clay deadpanned. i smiled to myself, seeing the perfect chance to tease him.

"somebodys in a bad mood." i said in a singsong voice, looking over to clay. he just stared right back at me and said, "yeah i was up too late last night." karl now piped up, "doing what?" clay started wheezing, his iconic tea kettle wheeze, "your mom." the whole car errupted in groans of disgust and laughter. 

and soon enough we had pulled up to george's house. 

as usual he was waiting by the curb checking his watch.

"youre late." he stated, climbing onto nick and sandwiching himself between him and i. 

george. george transferred to the US in eighth grade. he's always been a reserved kid. kinda quiet, smart, a goody goody. if you didn't know him, you'd think he was perfect. an angel even. but noooo. he is so much more. george is the loudest kid you'll ever meet, with his high pitched  screams, and bubbly laugh. he falls into the bunch perfectly. 

and i sat, content, in the back of that van. surrounded by the people i love. and i couldnt be happier. 

a/n: hello!! i hope you've enjoyed my first chapter. i apologize if theres any spelling mistakes that ive made. and if you have any suggestions, please comment them. <3