5SOS Oneshots by 5soslore

High School Lovers

"You've gotta do it, babe!"

A slurred, high-pitched fit of giggles erupted from your best friend, Valerie, a couple feet from you. You watched her clutch her stomach and flop back onto the hood of the car you were currently perched atop, admiring the way all of her features crinkled with her hearty laughter. Her reaction alone was enough to have you cracking up yourself, but you just weren't feeling it in you to laugh just now, not with the weight bearing down on your shoulders like this.

"I don't see the big deal, Val." you countered soberly, giving her a playful nudge.

At this, the wide-grinned, drunkenly bubbly girl at your side practically shot up and toppled off the car, had you not extended a hand to grab her before she fell.

"Big deal?!" she repeated with a hiccup, "Big freakin' deal?!"

You rolled your eyes and simultaneously gave your cigarette a flick in the other direction, watching the grey, flaky bits fall away in the breeze. You shivered under your dress, even as it pooled round your ankles and hugged your body like a glove, you still couldn't find comfort in the silky, baby pink material. You pulled your knees to your chest.

"That's...that's what he's been telling you, no shit?" Valerie twisted her body all the way to face you now, her wide eyes now regarding you in a bit of an incredulous look, "Been telling you this for almost a year?"

"Yes." you sighed, deflated.

The strawberry blonde snatched what was dangling from your lips and shoved it between her own, trying to take a drag and laugh at the same time.

"Men really are liars then. I just never thought they'd lie about sex." Valerie cackled then. You hardly gave her a side-eyed glance when she reached for the bottle at your feet.

You heard the pop of a cap and the swish of the liquor being sloshed about in the half-empty container, and for an instant you wanted to do the same thing she did to you and take a swig for yourself, but you refrained. Frowning when you heard her burp and slam the bottle back down on the surface of the car, when she struck a clammy hand onto your wrist and shook you like a rag doll.

"Luke's a real gentleman, Y/N." she sneered.

You quickly jerked your hand from hers and swallowed. Then you swallowed your harsh words, too, and instead made a move to grab the neck of the bottle and chuck it across the parking lot. You saw Valerie scowl with the sound of shattering glass nearby.

"He is." you quipped back.

"Bullshit."

"He doesn't talk about...about sex as much as you'd think. Hardly ever, actually." You weren't too keen on saying the word 'sex' in front of her now, knowing you'd only get a bark of laughter or a derisive scoff.

When you felt her hand gripping your arm again, you knew you couldn't handle her drunken drama for much longer. As dearly as you loved your friend, she became almost unbearable after her drinks, and the way things were headed now - with the two of you loitering around outside the hotel where prom was slowly but surely winding down to an end - you couldn't see yourself wanting to sit through another slurred spiel about how much you were missing out on with sex.

Valerie hummed and let her head fall into your lap, eyelids already hanging low over her semi-glazed eyes.

"If he's not saying it, he's surely thinking it, y'know." she told you matter-of-factly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he's got a whole lotta shit going on in his head when you're making out