jepic (dan howell x jedward)

the meeting

'rah wheres my baccy' dan said to his friends. he was at a house party but couldnt help feeling bored. nobody understood him, he was different and didnt fit in. a weirdo. not only was he bored of this mediocre party, he was bored of his life; the party was a perfect metaphor. dan always felt like he was on the outside, as if life was going by and he was watching from afar. he needed a new buzz. a new light in his life. something to restore his humanity.

everyone at the party was wasted, making bad decisions they wouldnt even remember in the morning. dan hated everything about alcohol. he didnt have many friends in school so was never invited to any parties, or any social situation in general. he would always see his classmates getting drunk on their social medias, passed out on the floor, vomiting or slurring their words incomprehensibly; he never wanted to be one of those kids so he stayed away. now in university, dan had never gotten drunk before. he would occasionally try some of his friends liquor but it always tasted awful, as if he was drinking petrol. he was curious as to how it felt: why did his friends repeatedly go through the haze of bad decisions, inebriation, throwing up, passing out and hangovers? why was everyone magnetised to literal poison? every time he wondered he never came to a logical conclusion, so tonight, the night of the most tedious party ever hosted, daniel howell decided he would join his friends and get drunk.

walking over to the kitchen, he mumbled a few hellos to vaguely familiar faces. in his head, dan knew he was better than everyone else and they were all less important than him. 'want a beer?' a stranger asked, leant over the fridge. 'uh-okay, i guess ill try some' dan blushed at the man, tucking his hair behind his ear because hes quirky and not like the other girls. he sipped on the beer, slowly enjoying the refreshing liquid. it tasted shit. 'got anything else?' dan asked, trying to hide the fact that he wanted to be sick it tasted so bad. the stranger rolled his eyes and handed him a blue wkd. as he walked away, dan could have sworn he heard a muttered 'virgin'. rude.

dan chugged the blue wkd. he felt the harsh 4% liquid burn down his throat and choked back tears. he was officially drunk. immediately, his balance was thrown off and he started singing karaoke like the flaming queen he was.

the following half hour was a blur of limbs and flashing lights, dancing as if nobody was watching. they were watching and he looked like a twat but thats beside the point. dan slowly became the life of the party, belting classic anthems and dancing with everyone he could. he stumbled around the living room, slurring conversations with people he had never met before, oversharing intimate details about his life.

while conversing with partygoers, one girl he met puffed a cigarette while they spoke. she was so fucking cool because she smoked and was infinitely better than dan. he felt insecure, he wanted to be cool and he needed to be better than everyone else; how else would they know hes the main character but also different and not like the other girls? he not only needed to be cool, he needed to one up the dirty smoker girl.

he needed drugs.