𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 | 𝐕.𝐇

４１

Maddy's pov

"Jules, are you sure you don't want to come? That guy from the last party is probably going to be there." I tell her as I fix my outfit in the full length mirror.

"God no. I'm still recovering from that night." She lets air out of her cheeks dramatically then continues flicking through the variety of movies on Netflix.

"I might stay over tonight if I drink a bit. Uh, Mum will be home around midnight but she'll go straight to bed, don't try to talk to her if she comes in here, she'll say some weird shit again." I tell her and pick up my small bag. "How do I look?" I walk in front of her, blocking the tv.

"Hot. Now move so I can find a movie." She tells me without taking a single glance at me. She was too busy trying to look around me at the screen.

"Will the boyfriend be there." She wiggles her eyebrows, still stretching her neck around me.

"Yes, he'll be there." I roll my eyes at my best friend. "Alright, I'm gonna go. I'll probably be back tomorrow morning." I lean down and kiss her on the forehead like I was a mother going away and leaving her child at home.

"Bye sexy, have fun." She finally takes her eye off of my tv and gives me a wink.

I was nervous for this. The insanely large house with the strobe lights could already be seen from the end of the driveway and there were mass amounts of people pouring in the front gates making their way up the driveway.

I won't recognise anyone here, just like all the other parties but I kind of enjoy it that way.

Walking up the driveway, I was passing by drunk people already downing bottles before they even arrived at the house, or maybe even coming from another party and this was going to be the final stop of the night.

I finally make it to the grand steps. I walk up them making sure not to bump into anyone on my way into the house.

The music was blasting, I could barely hear my own thoughts. The smell of alcohol and sweat swirled in the air creating a classic party aroma.

Standing on my toes, I attempt to look over everyone to try and find my boyfriend but no luck, all I was met with was pushing and shoving of drunk teenagers.

I push my way through the crowded entry way and into a smaller room that was slightly less chaotic, but still had a similar amount of people standing around drinking and dancing with each other.

"Madison!" I hear faintly over the music. I fling my head around trying to find the direction of the voice. "Madison! Hey!" I turn my head to the right and see my boyfriend pushing through the crowd making his way towards me.

A wave of butterflies and nerves swirled in my stomach for a brief second when he finally reached me. "Hey baby." He said quietly but loud enough for only me to hear. I give him a small smile. He snakes his hand around my waist, pulling my body to his.

"Hi Aaron." His hand trails down to rest on my ass as his other hand gently pushes the hair off of my shoulder with his fingers brushing against my skin. He kept eye contact the whole time, making my legs feel weak. If there was something about Aaron, it was that he knew how to make me melt with the smallest things.

"You look amazing." He glanced down at my body then back me.

"Thank you." I blush.

"What? No 'you look so amazingly handsome baby' back?" He joked and rests his forehead against mine.