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y/ns pov

i head inside my bestfriends house and immediately find the drinks, matt and nick do not drink, chris likes a cup of punch though.

i walk over to where the drinks are, i grab a red cup and dunk it in the red liquid.

"get me one!" chris orders as i grab the cup out of his hand,

"thanks, you look nice." chris says, he's already drunk?

"dude, how many cups have you had?" i ask giggling,

"i haven't, this is my first one of the night?" he answers.

"oh." i say before handing him the cup.

"so where's matt and nick?" he asks,

"i don't know, i ran as soon as i saw the drinks?" i say, making chris laugh.

"i'm gonna go find them, you coming?" he asks, do i?

"no i'll just stay here for a bit, thanks though." i say as he runs off into the crowd

i'm so bored, maybe i should've gone with chris.

i walk into the crowd before being stopped by the popular girl, she pulls me aside.

"woah what the hell?" i say,

"so did you ask him?" she asks,

"ask who?" i reply,

"chris, silly?" she replies as if i'm stupid.

"ask what?" i ask,

"you didn't set me up with him?" she asks,

"no, i haven't seen him yet?" i reply,

"okay, well ask him!" she says as i walk off, grabbing another drink.

i finish getting my drink and walk back into the crowd, i walk for ages but no sight of chris, nick or matt.

i look outside in their hot tub, there chris is. i run over to the hot tub and lean on the edge.

"chris, where's nick and matt?" i ask as he turns around.

"i don't know? i couldn't find them so i came out here." he explains.

"you didn't wanna come and help me look so i gave up." he continues.

"chris." i say,

"mhm?" he hums.

"where did you look?" i ask,

"umm..." he thinks, "i didn't." he stops.

"chris!" i say laughing as he jumps out of the hot tub.

"let me dry off and i'll help you look!" he says.

2 minutes later

"okay i'm dry enough." he says putting his jeans and tee on.

"okay come on!" i say making him rush.

he grabs my hand and i smile until he pulls me into the house. we ran for what felt like years, laughing.

no sight of matt or nick though.

"i'm gonna text them!" i yell over the music.

"okay!" he yells back.

quadruplets

you
where the hell are you guys?

nicolas
upstairs in chris' room.

matthew
we're playing mario kart

you
two seconds.

"their in your room!" i say as chris pulls me to the drinks.

"get me another and then we'll go please." he says.

"fine."

i grab three cups, one for chris, two for me.

i dunk all of the cups under the liquid and eventually chris is taking me upstairs. we walk into chris' room and say hi to matt and nick, playing mario kart.

"yo yo yo!" i say,

"hey y/n!" matt says, dabbing me up.

"y/n i'll give you 10 dollars to down both of them cups!" chris says, i sigh.

"i'll down it for 10 dollars and you have to get me 2 new drinks!" i say, holding out my hand.

"deal!" chris shakes it.

"3, 2, 1, go!" chris says as i down the cups, damn i'm feeling this now.

i finish the drinks and chris claps, hands me 10 dollars and then goes downstairs to get me 2 new drinks.

he later on comes upstairs with four cups.

"chris you know we don't drink!" matt says,

"yeah exactly!" nick agrees.

"three of them are for y/n so she doesn't come downstairs for a while!" he says as if i'm not there.

"chris! i might just come downstairs now!" i say sarcastically.

i take the drinks and put them on his nightstand. chris leaves and i watch them play mario cart. i'm so bored i end up finishing all three drinks.

i leave my phone and and head downstairs with all of my cups. i'm so drunk, i feel dizzy? fuck my moms gonna kill me.

i forget about how drunk i am and grab another cup, and another, and another... you get the point.

i go to get another drink but someone stops me.

"y/n, how many have you had?" chris asks,

"umm i think i'm on my fourteenth, no! twelfth, no! i don't know." even my words were dizzy.

"come on y/n, i'll take you upstairs with matt and nick." chris suggests,

"no!" i say, running out of his grip too which he lost me.

that's the last thing i remember.

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