Him { SkepHalo }

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» BadBoyHalo's POV «

I waited outside the school doors, seeing students rush out and into car or just simply walking along the sidewalk. I tapped a finger on my backpack strap, keeping patient. I saw a hand wave frantically at me, seeing a boy with a light blue hoodie approach me. He was quite shorter than me, estimating he was around 5'7 or 5'8. He smiled as he looked up at me.

"Ready to have the best night ever!" He jumped in excitement.

I nodded as we began our walk to Dream's house.

"What do you do with our backpacks, carry them around the whole time?" Skeppy giggled at my question.

I felt my face go red. Why was I blushing? All he did was laugh.

But it was cute.

I shook my head, clearing the thought.

"He said we can take our backpacks up into his room and leave them on his bed. No one can go upstairs except close friends like us!" He walked a few inches ahead of me then waited, clearly wanting to already be there.

I could hear faint yells of excitement from the party. We were getting closer to his house. My face went red again as I felt a hand grab onto mine, not letting go. I looked down to see Skeppy had held my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. I tried to look away, hoping he wouldn't see my face which was a blushing mess.

"So, you can shapeshifter from demon to human?" He began to ask.

I never occasionally was asked that question, but there was a simple answer.

"I'm only like that when I'm at my dorm and alone. I don't do it often even though every teacher and student knows I can do that. But I like being human where I can actually walk through doors without having to crawl."

Skeppy giggled again. My face was an even darker red. I felt him turn and look at my face.

"Are you sick? I can take you back to your dorm-" He began to ask me.

"I-I'm not sick, just got y'know," I eyed the house that the commotion seemed to be coming from, turning out to be Dream's.

We stepped up to the door, Skeppy still holding my hand. He used his right hand to open the door. There were already thousands of people here. The smell of alcohol and smoke filled the air. I coughed and felt myself gag a second after. We rushed to Dream's room and set down our backpacks, heading downstairs. Dream greeted us once we made it back down, a red plastic cup in his left hand.

"Happy to see you guys made it! Drinks are over by the fridge, help yourselves!" He strutted off to his friends SapNap and George.

I gulped. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be around people who were drunk. I didn't want to see a fight break out and have to run for it.

» Skeppy's POV «

I looked up at Bad, seeing him gulp. I raised and eyebrow in confusion then led him over into the kitchen. There was mainly alcohol to drink but Dream had water and sweet tea laid out. I grabbed two red plastic cups, looking back at Bad.

"What would you want to drink?" I asked him. He seemed very hesitant to answer, his eyes looking at all the drinks.

"Sweet tea I guess," I shrugged then filled up a cup, handing it to him.

I filled up my cup with water, trying to distance myself from the alcohol. I didn't want to accidentally get drunk and cause a fight with someone. Usually when someone held a party, a fight out broke and the cops usually show up and arrest everyone there. Bad and I kept outside on the fenced backyard with a few other sober people. The music from inside began to blast louder through the speakers, making it not as peaceful outside. A few birds scattered out of the pine trees in the forest behind the house, scared of the loud shouting that came from the house.