Mileven One-Shots 2

Party

Age: 21
Mature themes

"You're a spoiled rotten brat!! And all over, what? Cuz I complimented another girl?  I'm not your property, El! You don't get to control everything I say and do and who I talk to! You're such a control freak!"

"If you like her so much, just go fuck her instead! There isn't anything controlling about not wanting you flirting with other girls, especially right in front of my face!"

"Maybe I will! Maybe I'll throw her on my bed and-"

"You're a piece of shit excuse for a boyfriend, you know that? You don't care about me and you don't love me!"

"Then go find a new boyfriend to annoy. Surely, someone will look past that."

•••••

"Earth to El," Max said, waving her hand in front of El's face.

"Sorry, what?" El said, closing her book.

"Are you down? For a party?" Max asked. She had a pleading tone in her voice. She really wanted to have a party.

"I don't really feel like like partying. If I catch one glimpse of Mike I might kick him in the balls," El said and tossed her book on the floor angrily.

"It won't just be the six of us. It'll be a big party. You don't have to see him. But uh...you never told me what happened during your guys' fight. Why did you guys even have it?"

"We were downtown at a coffee shop and as we were waiting to order he told the girl in front of us that she looked good. She thanked him with a big flirty smile on her face and then he said something about her haircut and I tuned out after that cuz I was pissed. He told me I'm a control freak and a spoiled rotten brat. I told him to go fuck her instead of me if he likes her so much and he said 'oh maybe I will' and I told him he's a piece of shit excuse for a boyfriend and that he doesn't love me and he told me to go find a new boyfriend to annoy because someone will look past it..." El said, wiping the tears from her eyes. She wondered if Mike felt any remorse about the fight they'd had. Then she straightened her posture and quit crying.

"You know what, I'm down. Let's have a party. I wanna get shit faced," she said.

"Now that's what I'm talking about. You're gonna feel so much better. I promise," Max said, putting a supportive hand on El's shoulder. max instantly took out her phone and started texting people, making sure plenty of alcohol was going to be coming to the party. There were two girls at the college who they knew would be the main hookups-Maria and Kitty. Who knew if Kitty was actually her name or a sexual nickname she had everyone call her by. Whatever it was, she was fun and they needed her. Max gave her permission to text anyone and everyone, since Billy and her parents were out of town and she had the house to herself.

By Friday, Max and El had loaded up on party snacks and a ton of beer and several bottles of vodka. They had a couple coolers full of ice for the drinks. Kitty and Maria rolled up to the house to unload and help set up.

"Girl what'd you get us?" Max asked, as they brought in bag after bag of liquor.

"We got all kinds of flavors of whiskey, vodka, wine, beer, you name it. El, we got you a couple bottles of that pink lemonade vodka you like," Kitty said handing them to her.

"A couple bottles? You girls are trying to kill me," she said and laughed.

"Nah, but we heard about the fight with your man. We're trying to heal you," she said. They laughed a little bit and El looked at the floor.

El was putting out some of the trays of snacks and mixing the punch when there was a knock on the door. They opened it, and there stood Mike, Will, Lucas, and Dustin, bearing even more alcohol. Mike and El glared at each other, and the others stared at them wearily. Within the next couple minutes, tons of cars started rolling up.