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aiden

Aiden hated parties.

He hated the loud ass music emitting from the insanely huge speakers that were pushed against the wall blasted in his eardrums as he walked into the (unnecessarily) massive house, Matias hot on his trail.

He hated the disco lights that were placed in the corners of the spacious living room, emitting different colored neon lights that practically gave Aiden a headache.

He hated the random dude who bumped into him, throwing a quick, slurry 'sorry' over his shoulder before wobbling his way to...wherever the hell he was going.

God, Aiden hated parties.

He hated the strong smell of the liquor.

He hated the distinct smell of marijuana coming from only God knows where.

He hated the people grinding against one another and (very disgustingly and shamelessly) shoving their tongues down each other's throats as if pda wasn't a very real,very unwelcomed thing.

Maybe he was just a hater.

These people sure as hell deserved some hating.

A permanent scowl etched it's way onto his face.

He never understood the purpose of parties. High school parties, frat parties. Parties in general.

What was the point of getting black out drunk just to go home, puke your fucking guts out, and then suffer from a massive hangover that had you feeling, and smelling like absolute shit the very next day.

Aiden didn't know about anyone else (nor did he really give two shits either), but that sure as hell didn't sound very fun to him.

He understood that people wanted to let loose and whatever, but come on, there were other, more productive ways to do that, no?

Matias turned up next to him, sending him a wide grin and Aiden hated the way he positively melted at the sight.

"Wanna look for Nora and everyone else first?" The blue eyed idiot leaned in closer so Aiden could hear him better.

The brunette hummed, eyes flitting all over Matias's face, his gaze dropping down to those annoyingly plump lips for just a second.

Just a second, and he couldn't even remember why he was scowling in the first place. All Aiden knew was that Matias smelled so fucking good and Aiden wanted to lock lips with him so fucking badly.

"Matias, you actually got him to come!" A familiar voice shouted through the crowd, and a mop of short blue hair filled his vision.

He hardly had time to brace himself before Nora was jumping on him, almost sending him tumbling to the ground had not been for Matias keeping his steady with a hand pressed firmly against his back.

Aiden quickly wrapped his arms loosely around Nora's waist, blinking. If he focused hard enough, he could almost feel the heat of Matias's hand through the thick material of the hoodie he was wearing and fuck, if it didn't send a fucking shiver down his spine.