#138- You're Best Friends & Make Out At A Party
Ashton: "I hate parties, Y/N!" Ashton shouted, digging the heels of his feet into the ground. "Ashton pleaseeeeee," you said pulling on his arm, trying to get him inside the house. "Nope," he said popping out his tongue at you as you let go of his arm, and crossed your's while pouting. "That's not going to work," he said crossing his arms also. "Ashtoooon," you said, hearing Rap God by Eminem blasting through the house as someone opened the door. He shook his head not budging, "I'll make it up to you," you told him. Ashton thought for a moment, "Promise," he said holding out his pinky, you nodded hooking your pinky with his. "Come on," he said walking to the door. The two of your got inside, and you started dancing to the music as Ashton sat down on the couch next to two other people who didn't want to be at the party. You sighed, but continued dancing, some guy started to dance with you, which you didn't mind. Ashton watched you from the couch, and glared as the guy started getting closer to you. He rolled his eyes getting off the couch, making his way over to you. "I was looking for you," he said, you gave him a confused look since he knew where you were, but forgot about it, when Ashton's lips collided with yours. The guy left, and you kept kissing, you felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. Releasing for air, you looked up at him, "Didn't know you were the jealous type," you said giggling. "Shut-up," he said continuing to kiss you.
Luke: You were jumping up and down to the music, your best friend Luke was beside you, swaying a bit. "Okay, but what about Shakira?" he said, the two of you were talking about who was a better singer, Beyonce or Shakira. "Shakira is my girl crush, but Beyonce is a goddess, Luke" you told him. He narrowed his eyes, "Y/N, it's Shakiraaa. Her hips don't lie at all," Luke countered back. You rolled your eyes, "I can't choose," you said defeated. He nodded, "Thank you," he said, you laughed, and the two of you continued to dance. Birthday Cake, by Rihanna came on, this was a song that made your inner stripper come out; Luke knew this for a fact too. You started to roll your hips to the beat, and twerked when she repeated "cake." Luke watched, then started dancing, you soon ended up grinding on him, which he didn't mind, it usually happened whenever you played the song. This time was different though, you turned so that you were facing Luke now. He was done holding back this time, so he grabbed your face and crashed his lips to your lips. You were taken by surprise, but ended up kissing him back; the two of you made out for a good 10 minutes. He pulled away, and pressed his forehead against yours, holding your gaze, "No more twerking alright," he said making you giggle.
Michael: Party Rock Anthem played through the speakers, and you groaned. "This song was so overplayed, that I can't even stand it anymore," you told Michael. He chuckled, taking a sip from his drink, "You can ask them to play a different song. You know that right?" he said, jumping a bit to the music. You nodded, starting to sway to the beat anyway, "I'm gonna get more of this punch. It's really good,"Michael shouted over the music, you shook your head hoping he knew it was probably laced with something. About 20 minutes later, you and Michael were on the dance floor, he seemed to be getting a bit tipsy after his third cup. He actually tried to get more, but you refused to let him. "Y/N, you're really pretty," Michael slurred a bit, "Have I ever t-told you that," he said. You giggled a bit, making Michaelsmile, he stroked your cheek. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna kiss you now," he said leaning down, and pressing his lips to yours. For some reason you didn't object, mainly because you really liked Michael even though he was your best friend. You kissed back, and soon the two of you were making out on the dance floor. After hearing a few whoops of holler, you pulled away. "Come on Michael let's get you home," you told him while walking to the door. You really hoped he remembered what happened tonight.
Calum: "Look!" you shouted at Calum, he wouldn't even call you a bit tipsy, you weren't even that; you were actually drunk. "How many drinks did you have? And why did you have them?" Calum questioned. You smiled at him, and stroked his face, "Too many to count, and why the hell not," you hiccuped. You had just broken up with your boyfriend, and Calum took you to a party, to get your mind off of things. He sighed, knowing this was what you resulted to, drinking your feelings. "Y/N, you can't drink away your feelings, so don't do it ever again," he said holding your head up so you'll look at him. "I wanna dance," you said pushing him off you, stumbling to the dance floor. Calum chased after you, but he lost you in the sea of people. He sighed pushing past everyone trying to find you. "Looking for me," you said pinching his butt. He jumped, and looked at you, "Okay we're going home now," Calum shouted over the music. You pouted, "Stop being so grumpy, and kiss me," you shouted back, bringing his lips to meet yours. Calum kissed you back, fighting against his mind on whether to pull away or not. Of course it took him 20 minutes to think about it, he soon pulled away, and you caught your breath. "You're a great kisser, I was literally tongue tied," you shouted winking at him. Calum blushed a bit, then groaned, he bent down, picking you up. "Calum put me down!" you shouted, hitting his chest. He carried you out to the car, and placed you in the passenger side buckling you in. "I'm not taking you home like this," he said getting in.
