Newtmas / Dylmas Oneshots

Dylmas AU: All night

Dylan's POV

Friday. Last day of this one of a hell week at school.

You know what is cooler other than that?

P-a-r-t-y-i-n-g. No sleep. No regrets. Just pure fun and ecstasy.

Not the 'ecstasy' thing that includes drugs. I'm not that person who goes into parties because of drugs.

I just want to celebrate. For real.

Because day has ended.

And night has begun.

The end of the beginning.

The beginning of the end.

Gally's house. 9 pm. People are now seething in. As if by guessing, almost all of those people are from my school too. Others are from my grade and some are my classmates. But most of all, Gally's friends and acquaintances outnumbered those.

At least, the place is crowded. I can be by myself. Just drinking.

Because basically, Minho, whom I call best friend, decided to be a very good friend by saying:

"I can't come, I'm not in the mood for parties. Plus I want to catch up with my missed seasons and episodes of Teen Wolf, How to Get away with Murder, The Walking Dead, Glee and How I met my Mother on Netflix.

Now that's the kind of party I want. TV-Show party.

Sorry, bro."

What can I do? If that's what he really likes to do? I want him to be happy; because I don't want my one and only best friend being crushed by sadness. It's just not him, when he's sad.

But don't get me wrong. I don't like-like him. For God's sake, he's straight as a stick. According to him.

I definitely don't believe that; but who knows? Maybe he might be doubtful one day.

What about me?

I'm gay. From top to bottom.

There. I've come out to you.

Don't be weirded out, though.

I'm not that bad for a gay guy.

Returning back, I stalked my way to the kitchen through the crowd of sweaty bodies of people.

And grabbed one of Gally's special drink and I know in time will regret it.

Because of how bad it burned my throat when the I swallowed the drink.

Because of how tipsy I became on only one shot.

But then, I remembered my purpose of coming in here.

To p-a-r-t-y. No sleep. No regrets. Just pure fun and ecstasy.

I was counting how many drinks I had drunk for the last hour and a half.

25 shots. Beat that.

I was gonna have my 26th drink, when someone stoppped me. A guy.