"Oh c'mon Y/N! Who knows the next time we'll be able to go out like this!" By going out, your friend meant crashing a party that a different school was hosting where you knew absolutely no one.
"Y/F/N my mom got engaged not transferred to a different country." You corrected her, your voice rising to mask the sound of everyone in the party. She had been convinced ever since your mom started dating this guy that you would be forced to pick up and leave. Now that she was engaged to the guy, she was surer of her outrageous thought then before.
You were happy for you mom, really. It was nice to see her happy with someone since your parents split up. Your dad had been already dating but never really found someone as serious as your mom did. And deep down you wanted to give her a metal for finding someone before he did. You didn't know much about this new guy, only that when your mom would come home from a date, she would be all smiles and that's all that mattered to you.
Your friend rolled her eyes, "Okay, well still. You'll be doing wedding things for the next few months." You were now rolling your eyes at her as she snatched your hand and pulled you along in the house full of people. Whichever school this was, they knew how to throw a kick-ass party.
"I don't even want to think about it." You huffed. The thought of endless wedding planning was exhausting. "How about do what we came here for."
"To get drunk." You both said in unison, laughing at the other. Y/F/N turned around and snatched someone's drink right from their hand as they were walking past and took a huge gulp. Her face scrunching up in disagreement with the taste causing you to throw your head back in uncontrollable laughter.
"Okay, okay, put that down." If it weren't for you she would probably already be hammered passed out on the couch. You handed the cup back to the guy who had stopped to give your friend a glare that read, "Who the hell do you think you are?" and pulled her over to a table that had a variety of drinks.
"Oh, good idea." She chuckled. Both of you scanned over the choices from a punch bowl of jungle juice and the wide range of cheap canned beers that someone probably paid their older sibling to get for the night. As soon as you saw the bowl, you knew what your choice of drink would be for the night.
"Jungle juice? That stuff is deadly." Someone noted from behind as you began pouring your drink. When you turned around your eyes met with a pair of green and gray beauts.
"Oh this? Trust me, I'm no rookie." You giggled, taking a swig of the alcohol and feeling it burn as it traveled down your throat.
The mysterious man chuckled, but he should know that you weren't joking.
"What's so funny?" You asked, taking another swig of the delighted beverage.
His face lit up with a light chuckle and you could see the gleam of playful in his eyes, "Usually the girls at these parties like their fruity watermelon-strawberry vodka whatever mixed drinks. They never go for the juice." You learned in just that short amount of time that "juice" was lingo for the deadly alcohol and that the girls at the school probably only liked Pinnacle.
"Ah, armatures." You smirked at him, admiring his ability to make anything sound like sarcasm.
"I'm Michael." He told you with a deep laugh from the bottom of his throat.
"Y/N." You replied, crossing your arm over your chest and placing your hand on your bicep, your other hand holding the drink and swirling it around in the cup to keep everything mixed.
"I can tell you don't go to this school, so why are you here?" If he came off as rude, he didn't mean it to sound like that. His curiosity was just getting the better of him.
