A Letter To You // Amber Freeman X Fem Reader

chapter 1- 11:00

Ideally, I don't think anyone wants to spend the entire night sitting on a couch nonverbal at a party- but to each their own. I'd planned on doing a lot more 'partying' with my other friends tonight, but when Wes showed up to my door in athletic shorts and a t-shirt, I realized we had two very different ideas of how we wanted to spend our time. I gave in on our argument in the car and agreed to just have a couple of beers in the living room with him and his friends. Every once in a while, Mindy or Tara will walk past or give a quick 'hi', and every time they do they look like they're enjoying themselves more and more. I don't like feeling jealous or envious, especially when I have a boyfriend who wants to spend time with me at a party, but- I want to be with my friends. And I don't mean that I don't find sitting on the couch with a bunch of pretentious boys talking about the Snyder cut for hours not fun, but there are other things I would rather be doing. Needless to say we weren't super thrilled about each other's choices, but his was more reasonable.

He'll occasionally run his hand along my leg or turn and flash a smile to check up on me, but it can only do so much. I've found myself, out of pure boredom, imagining how much better all of these guys could look if they just dressed nicer. I mean, I don't like tearing people down when it comes to clothes because some people don't have access to a lot which I get- been there- but when you have money to have every game console on the planet and live in a two story house with lawyer parents, you should be able to wear clothes other than the same two batman t-shirts with cargo or athletic shorts. But whatever- that's just me.

A girl came in and sat on the other couch. I felt something in me relax a little, just being around girls is a relief sometimes. I think of something to say, just to talk to someone else.

"I like your top! Where did you get it?"

"Oh my god thank you, Mindy let me borrow it a few weeks ago- fucking love wearing it."

I look a little closer, noticing it's a top I'd made for Mindy a while back. Just a cropped shirt I sewed patches and reverse printed photo on- i was just doing shit back then honestly.

"Well it's so cute." I trail the conversation off and turn to Wes.

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna grab another beer." I stand up from the couch and head into the kitchen, snaking through the crowd. I walk in and head to an ice chest. As I open it, Mindy comes up behind me, her earth green top and patchwork pants- that I also made her- creating a nice monochrome ensemble.

"Can you grab me one?"

"Yeah."

one of my closest friends, her humor has single handedly saved my life on multiple occasions and I would absolutely risk my life for her- alright maybe i had a few extra drinks, sorry- it's totally true though. Her affinity for slashers has somewhat influenced me over the years, which has only added to the long list of things we could talk about for hours. She held my hand while I was discovering my sexuality, even ghost wrote a few coming out texts to everyone. Needless to say, I'm nothing short of grateful for my favorite curly headed horror nerd. I hand her a can and we shake off the ice on both of our drinks into the chest. We split them open, cheers, and then each take a sip.

"Where's Wes?" She swallows.

"Living room, I just came to grab another beer." I motion to the other room.

"I've barely seen him, or you. Have either of you ventured off the couch?" She raises her eyebrows.

"You know he's not a partier." I shrug, "But I did chat up your friend Lydia, you two sharing clothes now?" I tease her.

"I will not comment on the matter." She takes another sip, "But don't try to change the subject, just because he's not a partier," she motions back to the living room, "doesn't mean you can't be."

It's true, he's always been a quieter, more bookish guy. And hey, maybe it's the whole 'mom is the sheriff' thing, maybe not, but either way it's just not his thing. We've been dating for a while now, but we've known each other since we were little. Although our personalities do clash a little, when we got together, it just felt like everything was going the way it's supposed to. He made the first move at a new years eve party, and we just kinda went from there. He's super into routine and being extra safe about everything, and I get it. I've become a little more 'responsible' being with him, I won't lie- but it hasn't been without struggle- and backlash. Because although we've all been friends for a while, it's nothing new to tease Wes for being less than a party animal.

"He doesn't need you to babysit him y/n." Tara comes from around the counter, wearing a light pink baby tee and high waisted jeans, entering our convo.

She and I have shared a hive mind since day one. When her parents were going through a lot and her sister left, she stayed at my house all the time and we got super close. With the combination of knowing each other since diapers and sharing the same features more or less, we're often mistaken as sisters. Which has happened so much at this point, we just go with it when it comes up. If anyone asks, I'm a Carpenter and she's a y/ln. She's never not been there for me, and has always said exactly what I needed to hear, even if I didn't want to- obviously.

"I'm not babysitting him, I'm just taking it slow. He j-"

"Hey y/n, I think it's about time we start heading out." He comes up behind me.

"Oh- you sure? It's barely 11?" I turn around, still holding my beer.

"Yeah I know, but my mom's gonna get- y'know." He tilts his head.

I understand, but he does this all the time. I don't think I've stayed later than 11:45 at a party since we started dating. I was really looking forward to having some fun tonight, not gonna lie.

"Okay- yeah let me just say bye to everyone. I'll meet you outside." I oblige through a sigh.

I turn back around to find both Mindy and Tara raising their eyebrows at our interaction.

"Don't start." I sigh and take a big swig from my can, "His m-"

"'His mom' we know." They both say, rolling their eyes.

I mean, she's the head of the police department so, I can't really fault him for his built in safety measures. I don't think she ever really took a liking to me, but I can live with it.

I lean in to both of the girls for a hug and give Tara my beer to finish.

"His mom is the sheriff, not yours. Just stay." Mindy drops her head.

"I'll see you guys later."

I head out through the crowd and bump into someone just before making it to the door, tripping over their boots.

"Oh shit, my bad-"

I grab onto their arm to stop us both from falling.

"Oh- you okay?" Amber whips around, her dark green shirt, dark floral sleeves and black jeans make it hard to see her in the dim lighting of the house. I met Amber beginning of sophomore year, like we all did. She immediately clicked with all of us and is easily one our most loyal friends. There's no doubt she wouldn't start a world war for any of us, and win. Her long dark hair and snappy sarcasm is enough to scare anyone out of her vicinity, but she really is one of the kindest and most considerate people I know. I've always admired her, having similar tastes in clothes and stuff, similar humor. She's just kinda like, the coolest person I know...kinda. But I didn't want to force that on her, or make her feel obligated to be close just because we're similar- that'd be weird.

"Yeah, sorry-" I stand back up and adjust myself, "Wes is waiting outside, we're gonna head home."

"The sun, like, just went down." She teases, "I'm serious- I think I can still see it." She squints looking back down the hall.

"I think that's just Marcus heating up food in the microwave." I joke.

"Hey- I'm trying to help." She teases, "But seriously it's' like 10:45."

Before I can even form a sentence she registers the look on my face,

"Kidding– just be safe- I'll catch you guys later." She flashes a smile and helps me navigate to the front door.

I walk out and head over to Wes' car.