It Was You (PewDieCry) // discontinued

The Party

Felix

        I already knew where Ken's house stood, and it didn't surprise me when I saw beer cans strewn across the lawn and people practically fucking in the grass. Cry cringed in discuss, but I was perfectly fine with it- I mean, only once that had been Marzia and me. "Friend?"

      I had stopped near our spot, and continued to stare at it when Cry nudged me slightly. Oh, right, the party.

      I kept walking inside, ignoring the burning memories of Marzia in my mind. Cry had mentioned her being here, but I had yet to see the Italian. Instead, I took in the party. Cobwebs, fake spiders, and fog had surrounded the place, as well as drunk teenagers. Couples seemed to melt into one in dark corners, and singles went to hit on other singles- the gender didn't seem to matter. "CRY!"

      I saw about people take the brunette, pulling him into a group hug. Different conversations sparked and I began to identify all of them.

      Ken, Jack, Toby, Ohm, Ian, Anthony, Russ, that chick named Red, a girl named Minx, a man named Snake, Mark, and another girl whom I heard was named Krism- yet no Marzia. "Guys, guys, calm down! Look, I brought someone too!" I heard Cry laugh, before I felt 12 burning gazes on me.

      "You brought him?!"

      "Cry, the fuck?!"

      "Do you not remember what he's done to you?"

      These questions seemed to bury me alive, yet I didn't hear two people: Mark and Ken. I glanced at the two glasses-wearing males, and all they were doing was glaring.

        "Cry, I don't think I should be here," I whispered to him as soon as everyone started talking to everyone else.

      "What? Felix, what happened to that tough guy? It's like I can barely hear you now." The brunette's voice held disbelief, and I couldn't blame him. For the first time in my life, I was scared. Scared Mark would tell the others what had happened between us, and that the entire student body would never let me live it down.

      Fucking God, why'd I have to get drunk that night? "Felix, if you're worried about Marzia, it's cool. She's probably not even here yet." I scoffed at his so called attempt to comfort me, and only shook my head. "That's not what I'm worried about. Don't fucking worry."

      Pushing past everyone, I searched for the drinks, hoping for some alcohol. At the front door, where I was, all you could hear was the bass of some bad rap music. Now, as I traveled deeper into the house, I could clearly hear someone change the tracks and Skrillex began blaring out.

      I rolled my eyes, my opinion on the "band" getting even worse, before spotting a table that had barrels of drinks on it, but hardly any cups. I grabbed a discarded one, filling the plastic, red cup to the brim.

      My blue eyes looked around, observing the room. I was what seemed to be the kitchen, marble counters smeared and dripping alcohol. Carpeted stairs led up to where, no doubt, couples were in bedrooms, glad that parents were gone. If I could only find someone to bring up, my life would be in order.

      How many drinks had I had? I couldn't tell as I lifted the cup to my lips once again. I sighed, drinking another bottle of beer- honestly, you'd think the stress from everything would cause me to party, not drink more. I glanced around, my vision blurred. Grinning widely, I downed about four more cups as the room spun out of control. Out of the corner of my eye, though, I noticed a certain brunette; alone.

      Wiping my mouth, I staggered to Marzia, ignoring the loud noises the speakers made. Grasping her wrist, I pulled her into my chest, kissing her sloppily.