Fast forward to the next day, present time.
Few of us remained at the house party.
The rooms were trashed, backyard and all. All that remained were myself, Iñaki and Taz.
I was currently sat outside on the back patio.
"Ah good morning, you seem to have passed out last night after your little dance with Taz." Iñaki's voice spoke, appearing from around the corner.
"What do you mean...dance with Taz?" I furrowed a brow, Iñaki sat down next to me. "We aren't currently talking."
"Are you sure? Y'all were grinding away last night...I can show you the video if you want." He said getting out his phone.
No hesitation, I accepted the phone. "Hit play."
(Pretend Iñaki is the main girl)"That's weird." I still didn't believe it, handing the phone back to the boy.
"Well you should, because it happened. Although the two of you were very drunk, it looked like you both enjoyed yourself."
"Impossible. Besides, Taz and I aren't on talking terms right now." I shrugged.
"I know you did, he did too. I could tell he wanted to kiss you too." Iñaki added.
"I doubt that, Kiki. If he wanted to he probably would've."
~taz pov~
I woke up in a long hallway, was I still at the party?
I was.
I pushed myself up and dusted myself off. I walked into the kitchen, no one was there.
I looked out the nearest window and watched Iñaki as he sat down. He was talking to someone, I stood by, listening.
"That's weird." I heard a female voice speak.
That couldn't be...is it?
"Well you should, because it happened. Although the two of you were very drunk, it looked like you both enjoyed yourself."
Who was drunk?
"Impossible. Besides, Taz and I aren't on talking terms right now."
It was exactly who I thought it was. Was she upset? Angry?
"I could tell he wanted to kiss you too." Iñaki responded to her.
I mean he wasn't wrong, but it might not have been mutual.
I decided to walk out of the door and reveal myself, right as she expressed her doubts.
"Well maybe you should ask him." I spoke.
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