Not just a fan | solby X y/n | ON HOLD

Lustful Reunions| Explicit

Summary:<No request for this one, came up for it on my own>

You ended up at a party, you wore childhood friends with Sam and Colby, that diestenced in highschool due to your parents hating them, as it was painfully obvious they liked, no loved you alot.

[Y/e/n= your ex's name, you aren't exes tho but it is meant to be someone you hate irl]

Plot: You wore it in Los Angeles for a midnight photoshoot. You caught wind of a penthouse party - that was hosted by two oddly familiar names from your past, there was no way it was the same Sam Goldbach and Colby Brock from middle school. Right?

Warings: 18+ material; Drinking, drugs, drunken sex, vapes, oral sex, and other versions of sex, unprotected sex, mentions of forced relationships.

Word count: 5129 | unedited

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You stood in the fancy hotel room the model agency got you as you get pinged by the socials of a party, you should go to namely your best friend Iris.

Iris: there's a party at sundown in a penthouse party. You're shoots not until tomorrow! You should have fun.

You read that repeatedly, and type,

You: You know me Girl, where's the party who's hosting it?

You put your phone on the bed, of course you'll go to a penthouse party no problem, you walk over to your suitcase opening it grabbing out a you grab out a baby pink sparkle strapped mini dress with flutter off-the shoulder sleeves with a flowy piece of mesh pink fabric down the right side that ties at your ankle. With 7-inch pink butterfly thin healed high-heels that tied up your leg.

You grab out your make bag and put all your items onto the bed, heading to the bathroom to shower and get ready waiting for Iris to give you all the information needed.

You get out the towel wrapped around your chest tightly as you pick up your phone,

Iris: Sam goldbach; Colby Brock's party, Address is ***** *** ** lane

You bite your lip, those names you knew people of that name in elementary and middle school before you were taken from Kansas and moved to Navda because your parents didn't like your childhood friends for an unknown reason they never said.

You lost contact with them, you didn't even know what they wore doing these days, you didn't even know if they moved to LA or not, though you knew they talked alot about it, but they wanted to take you with them if they ever did.

Sam and colby.. There's no way it's the same ones you knew

"I haven't talked to those two in years... what if it is them and they hate you" you mutter sitting the towel on the air chair as you get dressed and do you're hair in a braided bun half up half down hair due with little flowers within the brigades.

You walk to the bathroom and do you're make up, a light pink to lilac smokey eye, with a darker purple on the bottom of your eye with I high light in the corner, and small sparkles on the top of your lids, with catwing on it, And a shiny pink gloss.

You pick up your phone and answer,

You: I'll meet their Iris.

You put it in you're purse with you're backup gloss and small pallet to fix up your makeup need be and a small packet of gum.

You grab your room kye and walk out leaving your room, the TV running with the do not disturb sign on the door so no maid services come in while you wore gone.