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drew's pov. ✍︎
she's insane. how could she sit there, look absolutely stunning, and have me leave her alone?
derrielle's skin is glowing, sparkling in purple and pink glitter highlights. her hair braided in butterfly locks down to her waist. the plum-colored body suit hugging her perfect curves, the emerald jewels decorating apexes. her silver gloves and belt giving her enough armor for a galactic princess.
he watches as she lets out a belly laugh at something madison says. he smiles at how drunken she's become, always such a lightweight. this halloween party was for the entire cast and crew, as a way to forge new friendships and build upon existing ones. it was very nice of drew and elle to host, allowing some individuals they still didn't like to come in and act cordial.
speaking of individuals. . . alexandra carson just arrived.
a commotion of incoming guests into the studio apartment causes the ongoing party to take notice, quickly hushing their in-person conversation to uncomfortable stares and whispers of "wtf?"
there amid the crowds, in the swirls of orange and purple disco lights, stands a perfect example of what not to do. drew recognizes the costume instantly, knowing that he's going to get some disappointed looks no matter the circumstance——
harley quinn.
why on earth can she get the fucking picture? i'm with derry, i will continue to be with derry.
it would have been fine if alex came with a date dressed up as joker or poison ivy. but she decided to come alone, obnoxiously laughing and grinning as others stare uncomfortably. drew watches as chase walks over to her, politely trying to get her go change but alex ignores him, completely waving him away.
"oh drew, suga!" the blonde waves, as she walks past chase and comes over to where he's standing in the kitchen near the punch bowl.
"hey, alex," he says, not making eye contact with her as he stirs the gummy eyeballs with a red ladle.
"you like my outfit?" she bats her eyelashes, leaning closer and brushing her body against his arm. "you know, night-wing rhymes with harley quinn."
"very creative," he tuts back, scooting back away and bumping into derrielle.
"look out where you're going there, darling," she says, being hot and smoking like a gun. instantly drew knew derrielle was feeling possessive and jealous, and he relished in it.
"sorry, elle, i guess he was too distracted." alex's nasally voice cuts through the couple's gaze.
"alex, enough." drew snaps. "go change."
"no, i'm fine," alex huffs, rolling her eyes. "thanks for asking."
"we weren't asking." elle butts in, snaking her arm around drew's spandex covered waist. her fingers digging into his hips, he smiles softly at her, following her move and swings his arm around her back.
i love her.
alex huffs, shrugging her shoulders and grabbing herself a cup of punch. "it's not that big of a deal elle, relax."
"i know it's not," elle confirms, before turning around and pulling drew by his chin to kiss him.
"real mature!" alex whines, rolling her eyes and pouting obnoxiously.
"c'mon, don't be stupid." suddenly a pair of courageous hands belonging to madelyn, grabbing her blonde co-star by the arms and draws her away from the kissing couple.
a wave of loud whistles and excited screams erupt from every side of the pair, causing derrielle to break the kiss and shrivel into deep smitten blushes of drew's chest.
she's so cute.
"not so fast, darling," drew says as he hooks under her chin, his eyes shifting to look at her caramelized ones, still high off of the joint they smoked on the balcony a little while back. "don't run away from me now." his hand falling just to her neck, grabbing that spot that makes her breath hitch, and reeling her back into another round.
"drewseph~ mph!~" derrielle calls out between kisses, giggling as he swallows her hesitation again and again and again until she can't take it any more.
pushing away on his strong chest, the surrounding crowd ceases to exist in the moment as the two gaze into each other's eyes and lips. both of their bodies rise and fall, building the tension that will snap soon enough.
the flashing purple and orange lights slow down to sunbursts, tiny explosions of pure lust. the low beat of the music picks back up again, as the monster high fright song begins to play on full blast, but neither of them joins the growing crowd on the makeshift dance floor that is their foyer.
"i think carson left," drew cheekily says, pulling derrielle from her corseted waist, pushing her up against the slight bulge in his pants. "you're so fucking hot."
elle bites her lip, glancing down at her man. "finally," she sighs. "i thought she would never get the memo."
"wanna get outta here?" he pleas, tilting his head in a slight direction to their shared bedroom.
"i thought you'd never ask."
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fez speaking!
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hello <3 guess who's back! fr this time. i'm finishing this book. that is a promise. only 7 more definitive chapters. whoever is here still reading, thank you for ur patience. senior year of college is crazy.
