sun and moon ~ a hemma fan fiction

clouds ~ one direction

ellie's pov

eleanor, kate, john and i went out. not that this was special, we went out partying every weekend. it's not like we eat pringles and watch all of the episodes of the fosters and cry about jonnor. nope. i called emma for the 69th time, trying to convince her to come out with us. she wasn't having any off it. "since when do you go out partying?" i could smell the shade through my phone.

"since we all got fake IDs. hi, nice to meet you. I'm ella cöatez, i am 19 years of age and live in bridgeport." the whole room burst out laughing.

"HEY GUR. i'm juan milly farely but you can call me maureen johnson MOO WITH ME!." john already smelt of vodka.

"hey john? shut up, your rapist is showing. tuck it in." eleanor whispered.

"no thanks, i'm fine at home." she shouted on the other end of the line as john screamed the lyrics to take me or leave me. we hadn't even left the house yet and he was really drunk and flirting with a poster of brendon urie on my wall. We were all ready in our sparkly dresses and suits, when i decided to bring a spare outfit and pick emma up. she was coming with us whether she like it or not.

i threw a rock at her window and shouted "honey, i'm home!" quiet enough so her parents couldn't hear. They would kill her if they found out she was going clubbing. emma opened the window with confusion.

"what the actual fuck are you doing here?"

"what does it look like?"

"i'm not going with you." she folded her arms.

"lol soz m8, yes you are."

"nope."

"i will come up there myself!"

"not with my parents in the house, you won't."

"huni, i've snuck into your house enough times. This ain't my first rodeo." i threw my heels to Kate. "nice catch, my dove."

"thanks, my dove." I grabbed a vine growing on the side of her house and started walking up the wall and onto the balcony.

"okay get down."

"WHAT?! I'll die!"

"JUAN, KATE, ELEANOR!"

"WHAT?!" they replied all together.

"come and catch emma!" i jumped off the balcony, i've seen so many marvel films that I know what to do without dying. sure i've sprained a couple of joints and messed up my knees, but YOLO. we all moved closer to the balcony, ready to break her fall. next thing you know, we all ended up in a pile on top of eachother.

-emma's pov-

i changed into my dress and luckily I kept a pair of heels in the back of ellie's car, no way would her midgit shoes fit me. "hey! my feet are only two sizes below average, gosh. FUCKING DISCRIMINATION!" (calums face)

we got to the club and i was ready to drink. all of my school work and family problems were building up on my shoulders, when you drink they all go away. i walked up to the bar and asked the bartender for the strongest they had and wolfed down 4 shots of whatever it was. ellie kept going on about how i shouldn't be drinking that much but it's just because she's boring and doesn't drink. the five of us walked to the dance floor - four of us with drinks in hand. "THIS IS MY JAM!" eleanor screamed in my ear. drink 5 went down, then 6, 7, 8. i remember this one guy. kinda short with a brown quiff, he seemed nice.

"hey, you wanna come back to my place?" at the time everything was a blur, it seemed like the perfect thing to do.

boy, was i wrong.

LOL OK BYE X