past//present

past//present-1

You and your best friend, Leah, walk up to the front door of a house party the two of you we're invited to. There were couples in the front yard; girls trying to see if she was going home with him and him trying to see if he'd wanted find someone else to screw. You could feel the base of the music bumping through you but that was only adding to the excitement of this outing. Being a singer, it wasn't very often you could go out and let loose so luckily the house was somewhat secluded but not oddly alone. As you were walking through the door you look for Brennan because he was the one who invited you to the party. Actually by sliding into your DMs funny enough but you couldn't pass up a good party and he was pretty "meh" looking. "Meh" loosely translating to "might let him hit it but only with your eyes closed."

Here is your outfit:

Here is Leah's outfit:

You spot him over by the Dj table talking to the guy; probably trying to get him to play his music. Dragging Leah behind you, you make your way to him.
"Hey Summer! Glad you could make it" he greets you with a slight hug that turns into his arm holding you around your waist.
"Hey, glad to be here! Thanks for inviting us"

Brennan offers to get you and Leah a drink which you kindly reply that you can take care of with the little help of directions. It's been a minute since you've been to a party that wasn't yours but you still remember the basics. He points you to the kitchen where the island was full of drinks, cups, and mixers. You pour yourself a glass of some liquor and look around while Leah makes her drink. Scanning the room you come across a pair of eyes that were waiting on yours. They belonged to a tattooed man with shoulder length hair who had a look that gave you a feeling he wasn't good for you but you almost couldn't resist it. You normally had guys throwing themselves at you, especially with your singing career, but this was different. He was waiting on you- you wouldn't comply.

"Ready" Leah said, snapping you from his eyes. "Let's go." You grabbed her hand and made your way back over to Brennan who was now sitting on the couch with one seat beside him. Leah took her position on the cushion, you on Brennan's lap. Casually sipping on your drink and only half heartedly listening to whatever he was saying, you found yourself looking for the man who caught your attention earlier but he was no where to be found.

As if on queue, he walks into the room followed by another man. The second man is lanky and tattooed. He looks out of it but then again, a lot of people here did. Doing their little "bro" handshake/hug to the guys in front of them they sit on the couch at the far end of the room. -

"Don't you agree, Sum?"
Leah is watching you, waiting for your reply.
"I'm sorry... I spaced" you give a weak smile as an apology.
"Brennan was just saying how...."
You glance over to the couch at the far end of the room and your stomach drops as your eyes meet his. -
"Right? Summer?"
"Uh yeah- yeah" shifting uncomfortably you realize just how awkward you feel on Brennan's lap. Leah looks in the direction you were, automatically knowing where your head is at; she gives you a slight smile in acknowledgment.

"Eric and Gus." Brennan says cooly.
"Huh?" You turn slightly to look at him more comfortably.
"The guys that walked in." He motions their way. "That's Eric in the black shirt and Gus in the hoodie. Great friends of mine; they actually live with me right now."
"Oh.." you glance their way and see a smug look on Eric's face. Rolling your eyes, you curse yourself silently for letting him get to you. This never happened. You were always in control.

Turning your attention back to Leah and Brennan who were now fully into a conversation about zodiac signs or something so you took that as your queue to remove yourself.

"I'm going to get a refill." You say standing and holding your drink a little higher to show that you were empty "do you need me to get you anything, babe?" Asking your best friend.
"No, I'm good for right now" she said with a smile. This was your code. If she wanted to leave or just get away from the guy she'd say something along the lines of "I'll come with" or "I can help." You smiled at the thought of the two of them.

You walk to the kitchen gracefully; taking your time to make sure people's (Eric's) eyes had time to land on your figure. Eyeing the island full of alcohol you spot the man who never lets you down, good ole' Jim Beam. You feel a smile creep on your face, as this is your liquor of choice, and pour a triple. Tonight felt like it was going to be a long night.

"Hey gorgeous" you feel a hand sliding down your ass. Turning to face the man who the hand belongs to you feel annoyed. It's not him.
"It's Summer." You say flatly while removing his hand.
"Whatever. Do you want to dance?" he looks you up and down disgustingly; almost like a dog.
"No." You turn your body back to your drink which you had instinctually covered with your other hand.
He moves closer to you, filling the space. "Come on, baby." You could feel his breath on your skin, it reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.
"She said no" you look up to see him. The look in his eyes made your heart speed up. They were almost black.