Landon's POV:
I decided I would tell Mitchell now rather then at his house after the party. Everyone just seemed so let down after Madison ditched. I wanted to brighten the mood.
"Oh, okay well I actually have to talk to you about something, it might lighten the mood a bit" I stated boldly, though I was extremely nervous.
"Yeah sure what is it?" Mitchell responded. Suddenly a girl ran up and threw her arms around him. I frowned as she congratulated him and hardcore flirted.
"Oh, Landon this is Abigail," Mitchell said realizing I didn't know who she was.
"His, girlfriend" she added giggling. Suddenly I felt like I'd been stabbed in the gut. Ouch.
"Oh, nice to meet you abigail, I've got to go mingle, catch you later" I tossed out trying to act like I hadn't just had my limbs chopped off and my heart ripped out.
"Wait, what did you have to tell me?" Mitchell asked looking at me desperately.
"Nothing" I said smiling and shaking my head. Then before he could ask me anything else I walked away.
Normally, I would be one of the few sober people at the party but I wasn't feeling it today. I grabbed a beer and chugged it. It tasted like horse piss, but I grabbed another one.
After a few more beers I walked straight into Chandler. Why was he always everywhere?
"Hey, Chandler" I said trying to sound as sober as I could. Apparently it didn't work.
"LaLa, are you drunk?" He asked quietly. I shook my head. "Jesus, you are, come with me I'm taking you home" he said grabbing my arm and pulling me out to his car.
Before he made it very far Jamison stopped him.
"Hey douchebag, where do you think you're going?" Jami said clearly and annoyed.
"She's drunk Jami, I'm taking her home." Chandler spat angrily before pushing past her.
"I'm not that drunk," I said. Clearly, I'm still functional.
"Is your mom home?" He asked me calmly. I shrugged.
"Okay, I'll drive by, if her car is in the driveway, I think it's best that we go to my house until you're fully sobered up." He said, more of a statement then a suggestion. I didn't really feel like arguing so I just nodded.
We drove past my house to see Noel's car, and my moms car. Which meant James was probably home aswell.
Chandler then quickly drove me to his house. We listened to some Portugal. The man. On the way and I sang out loudly. At first Chandler just laughed at me, but then he started singing along too.
"I'm sorry mister police man, if I wanted to talk I would have called a friend. Don't worry when I get back home, I'll just stay in bed, I'm better off alone" we sang I burst out in a fit of giggles as we pulled into chandlers driveway. We sat in the car for a few minutes so we could finish the song before we walked inside.
"So LaLa, want anything to eat?" Chandler asked. I shrugged, but then pancakes popped into my mind. Apparently Chandler can read minds because then he suggested pancakes. I could help but agree. Chandler makes the best pancakes.
The rest of the night we ate pancakes, danced around the kitchen listening to Portugal. the man. And watched some movies; white chicks, Toy story, and Wall-E.
I fell asleep on the couch.
