Y/n: Im 17 and I drink. A lot and I cant control myself when I do it. Not a lightweight and no I dont get sick. But I either get horny or emotional. If it wasn't for my supporters I'd be reckless and uncontrollable. Its easier being a role model. Your fans keep you out of trouble.
Its about 8:00pm. Party starts at 9. I finished my makeup and hair and i put on a scandalous number. The long-sleeved, very short, mesh dress was always a no because I was a little skeptical of Californias weather but it was warm outside so I was fine. My dark burgundy hair was curled. My thick gold choker with a lock charm was shining and my hoop earrings were what put my outfit together. My shoes were lace up chunky heels. Great for shaking my ass. Mattia looked good in all black.
Mattia: You look nice
Y/n: Is it to much?
Mattia: Its perfect. Men will be all over you.
Y/n: Yeah right.
Mattia: Deadass. You're beautiful
Y/n: You look good.
Mattia: thanks *nervous laughs
It was a fifteen minute drive from Mattias house to the house we were going to. We see a couple of his friends as we pull up. He gets out and i stay in giving myself a "dont drink too much, try to stay same so they like you" pep talk. After 3 minutes I get out he introduced me to a lot of people I wouldnt ever see again. We them started drinking
Mattia: what do you want?
Y/n: henny duh
Mattia: No soda?
Y/n: umm no thanks
Mattia: Are you sure?
Y/n: Yes
Mattia: Here
I took the cup
Y/n : thank you
Drinks
Mattia: damn
Ten minutes later
Mattia: Do you play beer pong?
Y/n: Yes!!
Mattia: Good you're on my team
We play for a while. Then my tipsy ass starts dancing on Mattia. My dress goes up and he pulls it down. He scoops me up.
Mattia: We gotta get you home. Babe.
Babe. Hold up did i hear this correctly?
