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The Parkers household-

"Did I just see josh walk through that door?" Mitch questioned, Roslyn as they watch the guest fill in the house.

"Yeah, offered to bring a shit load of liquor so." She threw her hands in the air before taking another sip of her drink.

"Your drinking already?" Mitch raised a brow. She nodded downing the rest of her cup.

"I have to prepare." She smiled at him. They didn't have to wait long till the house was jammed, and music was blasting. Mitch watch the crowd when a voice caught his attention.

"Wow, your arms are so big." Zamora was squeezing on another guy's arm once again. Isaac chuckled right beside him.

"Oh my god, your arm is so big!" Mitch mocked his voice high. He rolled his eye-grabbing a bottle of Vodka out of a random person's hands. Isaac had walked off leaving him abandoned to watch his ex of two days flirt with another person.

Isaac caught Nick's eyes as he dances with Kaitlyn. Nick smirked at him before turning his attention back to her. Isaac had a bubbling feeling in his gut that made him feel deeply irritated with the sight.

"Hey, Iz," Noah said next to him.

"Oh my god, you came!" Isaac said being brought out of that nasty feeling. He engulfed Noah in a big hug. Noah gladly hugged him back.

"I'm going to say happy birthday to Roslyn, I'll catch up with you," Noah told him to break apart the hug. Isaac nodded watching him, walk through the crowd. Isaac felt a body slide right behind him.

"You aren't dancing anymore?" Isaac asked him tilting his head so the back of it was on Nick's shoulder. Nick tilted Isaac's jaw to connect their lips. Isaac kissed back Imidenantly.

"Happy birthday," Noah smiled as he slid next to Roslyn. She turned to face him and flashed a smile.

"Oh my god thank you so much!" She happily hugged him. Noah patted her back awkwardly.

"We've grown apart, we used to be so close," Roslyn complained to him.

"yea."

"Why'd you stop talking to us?" She asked. Noah's brows furrowed.

"You guys stopped talking to me," Noah said bluntly.

"No, we didn't silly." Roslyn laughed before breaking the hug.

"Enjoy the party, Noah." She waved as she made her way through the crowd. Noah made his way to look for Isaac once again. He found his way to the spot he has first seen him at. He looked from there. He noticed the tall blonde boy in the Corner. When he walked closer he stops in his tracks. Isaac was tongue deep into Nicks's mouth.

Noah felt uncomfortable at sight. He felt the dislike for Nick growing stronger. He didn't know why it just did.

Roslyn decided she wanted to explore the house once again. She found herself in her grandma's record room.

"Felicie's recipe book" She read out loud to herself. When she opened it she laughed.

"Grandma you sneaky bitch." She pulled out a baggie of marijuana.

"What did expect, you couldn't cook."

"Who are you talking to?" This curly-headed girl asked.

Roslyn jumped at the voice.

"Myself, uh who are you?" Roslyn questioned getting up.

"Mavis Scott." She extended her hand.

"Who are you?" She asked in return. Roslyn wasn't surprised.

"Roslyn Parker, my birthday, my party, my house." She answered.

"Oh my god, I didn't know, I should've known, Sorry." She rushed to respond. Roslyn nodded looking around awkwardly.

"No it's okay, I don't know half of the people here." She laughed nervously. She finally took Mavis's hand.

"You smoke?" Mavis raised a brow.

"Huh...Oh...no it's my dead grandma's stash," Roslyn said in all seriousness. Mavis laughed.

"You're serious?" Mavis paused. Roslyn nodded.

"Your house is huge by the way," Mavis told her examining the room.

"I know right."

"It was my local history project for my senior year."

"Oh really, how old are you?" Roslyn asked.

"20, I go to the University of Portland."

"Is it nice?" Mavis shrugged her shoulders.

"It depends.."

"It depends?" Roslyn questioned with a laugh to her tone.

"Yeah, it depends." She also laughed at her tone.

"Wanna tour?" Roslyn asked.

"Sure why not." She shrugged.

"Zamora take me back." Mitch swayed to the music off-beat.

"I'm not Zamora, I'm Layla," Layla told him. Mitch had just walked up to her.

"Oh...you guys have the same eye color," Mitch told her.

"Yep."

"I used to have a crush on you, Layla," Mitch told her.

"I know. Do you need a ride home?" Layla questioned.

"No, I'm perfectly willing to drive myself," Mitch told her.

"I bet you are."

Chyler and Olivia had got into the party successfully, with no error. They were walking through the crowd when Chyler grabbed her hand. She saw Mitch walk lazily through the crowd murmuring Zamora's name.

"Pathetic." Chyler sighed.

"Come on let's go." Olivia pulled her through the crowd. Olivia pointed to the corner, where she pointed to her brother and Chyler's. Chyler raised a brow.

"Why are we even here?" Chyler asked her over the music.

"To have fun." She found the drinks, pouring a cup for both of them.

"Don't you think we're kinda young?" Olivia laughed lightly. Chyler shuffled uncomfortably before taking the cup.

"Come on lighten up," Olivia said taking a gulp scrunching her face. Chyler looked into the cup.

"You don't have to if your that scared," Olivia told her. Chyler swallowed staring into the cup before lifting it to her lips. She ignored the burning feeling in her throat finishing the cup.

"I'm not scared." Chyler stared at her with a blunt look, ignoring the urge to cringe at the taste of her tongue.

"Great then let's have another."