Sincerely, Mine (Dreamnotfound)

Drunken Words

The smell of beer and sweat consumed the whole house and George was absolutely disgusted. He already despised the party, but everyone wanted him to go.

He did observe Wilbur's house though. It was actually quite nice; without all the drunk people and the trash everywhere.

There were red plastic cups in everyone's hand, with loud music playing that could be heard a mile away. George could imagine the neighbors calling the cops or something because of how loud it was. George scrunched his nose and headed towards the living room where the sound appeared to be coming from. Nick was stood in the middle of the room, a red cup in one hand and the other hand was around some girl George has never even seen before.

George decided to walk up to Nick anyways because he was the only person he actually liked that he's seen so far. "Yo, what's up George?" Nick hugged George and he smelled the beer, knowing that Nick was a little bit tipsy. George almost gagged from the smell of the alcohol but held it in.

"Hey Nick, I just got here. Where's everyone else?" There were a lot of people there already, but he was looking for his friend group. Specifically Clay.

"Uh, I think Bad's in the kitchen. Clay isn't here yet if that's what you're actually wondering." Nick gave a smirk and George rolled his eyes.

Then George hit him in the arm and Nick chuckled. Luckily, Nick doesn't know anything. He just thinks George only cares about Clay, which is entirely wrong but it's better than him finding out he's falling for Clay.

"That's not true, Nick!"

Nick laughed even more, causing George to roll his eyes another time. He then proceeded to walk into the kitchen, finding several bottles of alcohol on the counter. He frowned, but he realized one of his friends would probably try and tempt him with alcohol later on.

"Oh, hey George!" Bad was in the corner of the room, smiling at George. He had no alcohol whatsoever, so George was glad he wasn't the only one. He was actually surprised Bad would even be at the party. Bad didn't seem like he would go to any parties.

"Hi Bad! Is Clay coming anytime soon?"

Bad raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. "He's headed here now. He had to stay after the game for a little while, something about talking to his dad. His dad never shows up to his games, so Clay was really happy about that."

George frowned at the thought. His dad seemed almost imaginary, he's never seen him and Clay never really talked about him. Whenever Clay did say anything about him, he would just say one quick thing and then change the subject. George felt bad for him, but maybe his dad is just busy all the time.

While thinking, George suddenly felt a small tap on his shoulder, almost as if it was an accidental tap. He turned around, and it was Kate. She had a cup of beer in her hand but she didn't seem drunk.

"Hey, George." She looked him up and down, almost flirtatious. George didn't think that was the case though, so he wiped that thought out of his mind. Kate was just friendly.

"Can we go upstairs and talk?" She didn't even give him time to answer the question before she grabbed his arm and took him upstairs. He followed along with it, maybe it was just her talking about school or Clay or one of George's other friends.

They walked into an empty bedroom, and she closed the door locking it. This is when George got scared, but refused to believe Kate could actually do anything weird.

"So, George."

"Yes, Kate?"

"What do you think about me?"