𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 (𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬 & 𝐒𝐭𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫)

𝐄 𝐥 𝐞 𝐯 𝐞 𝐧

           
                         
ALISON'S POV:

Tatum, Sidney, and I stood infront of our rustic dull painted lockers as Tatum and Stu were putting on a show of them exchanging DNA. They're tounges were intertwined with one another, having the whole entire world as their audience as they both face fucked each other. Without a single care in the world.

Both Sidney and Billy shot the couple a disgusted look. Myself included.

"Get a room, geez." Billy rolled his eyes.

Stu broke from the kiss, smirking at Billy, wrapping his arm around Tatum's waist securely.

"Oh my Gosh! Have you guys heard about Stu throwing a party this Friday?" Tatum beamed.

"No, I haven't, but I'm up for it." Billy nodded.

"How about you guys?" Tatum asked, looking at both Sidney and I.

Sidney hesitated, but a few seconds later she nodded her head. "Sure."

"What about you Alison?" Tatum asked.

I dug my hands into my jeans pockets, unsure on how to respond. "I uh, don't know, I'll see."

"Oh come on don't be so lame, just go! Hang out with us." Tatum said as she took ahold of my shoulders.

"I don't know." I muttered.

Tatum rolled her eyes, "You're so lame." She frowned.

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It was Friday, 6:32 PM. The sun was at rest, having the dark night sky laid as a blanket on the sky. The sound of the wind howling echoed throughout my apartment. I was laying in my bed, my body sunken into it.

My body felt as though it was mashed to mush, I felt like shit, and my mind was fried to a crisp. This week has been excruciating, especially today. My fatass history teacher threw a pop quiz. Bringing my B- to a C. That fat fuck. I released a groan as I buried my face into my pillow, screaming, allowing all my mental frustrations to come out.

A knock at my front door stopped my muffled screaming. Letting out a cry of annoyance I walked to my front door, opening it. Tatum stood before me, wearing a light lime green long sleeves that clung onto her body snug, along with a tight fitting chartreuse blouse. Her makeup was lightly done, her lips a strawberry red. Again, she looked flawless.

"Get ready bitch, we're going to Stu's party." She stated.

"Yeah no." I crossed my arms.

"Oh come on you bum. What are you going to do? Be in your room slowly rotting away?" Tatum said as she placed her hand on her hip. "Plus, Sidneys in the car waiting, hurry up and get ready."

I let out a sigh of defeat, fuck.

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We parked infront of a mansion of a house, surrounded by sprawing fields of grazing dairy cattle and long stretches of highway dotted by lonley flower stands.

The house was a light nude, brownish color, the window seals were painted a dark green, the insides of them splashed with a mixture of both red and orange, shell colored curtains hung from the windows. The front door was dark brown chest wood with beautifully stained glass. Leading up to the front door were a small set of stairs. A pebbled pathway led to the front door. I didn't know Stu was rich.

"We're here!" Tatum squealed as she exited the four doored car.

Sidney and I both shared a glance, saying, "fuck this shit I'm out." But of course, we kept it to ourselves. As we made our way towards the house the sound of muffled music rung through our ears. The stench of booze and freshen lightened cigarettes buds engulfed my nostrils. Pure bliss.

Croups of people crowded both the inside and outside of the house. Yeah..I'd like to go home and eat cheap ramen noodles please.

Stu stood at the front door, his eyes beaming with excitement as soon as his glistening sapphire eyes spotted us.

"Ya guys could make it!" Stu beamed.

Tatum immediately walked up to Stu, embracing him in a hug. Even though the couple di a lot if PDA, they were quite cute.

As I stepped inside the house a beautiful set of dark mapled stairs met my eyes. The railings were beautifully engraved with the tiniest detail, the walls inside the house were painted lightly, an eye gazing golden chalinder was hung in the middle of the ceiling, screaming with elegance.

I examined my surroundings, a bunch of drunks crowded the place. Some running to the front yard to throw up. Oh, the beauty of being young.

As we walked further in the house we entered a kitchen, a boujee one at that. This entire damn place was ten times bigger than my shity apartment.

"Oh La la look at this ladies." Tatum took out a bottle of Aguila Tequilla Blanco.

That was some good shit right there, but I refuse to take a sip of the heavenly substance.

"I'm good, thanks." I muttered.

Tatum let out a small laugh as she looked at me, "You're like a fucking nun Alison, you don't drink, you have no boyfriend, what do you even do for fun?" She asked as she took a swing of the bottle.

But as soon as she did she made a face of disgust as the bitter liquid flowed through their throat.

"I hang out with you guys, duh." I smiled at her.

"You're damn right, we're the best thing that's happened to you?" Tatum cheered.

My lips curved upwards, a smile forming on my face. 

"Come on, let's go to the living room." Sidney suggest.

"Yeah, let's go!" Tatum took ahold of both Sidney and I's hands, leading us in the crowded space. Stu following behind us.

Tatum plopped onto the couch and rested her back on Stu's chest. Sidney and I sat across the couch next to her. Infront of us where a bunch of drunks with opened beers crowding around the TV as Randy talked about both the saga and rules that were tied to horror movies.

"I'll be back, I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back." I uttered to Sindey.