Sweater Weather - [boyxboy]

∥Four∥

Saturday afternoon, Alan's phone kept buzzing over and over again noisily. He swore he put the thing on silent, but apparently not. With a loud groan, Alan stretched his arm across the bed to retrieve his phone that was wildly buzzing.

"Hello?" He mumbled sleepily into the phone. It may have been only eleven o'clock, but he was tired.

"Get your ass up! I'm almost to your house." Aaron said.

"Why? I'm sleeping." Alan mumbled more.

"I don't care, get your ass up and get dressed in something party-able." He said, Alan groaned and rolled to his back, sitting up in bed.

"Better be a good damn reason," Alan muttered under his breath before hanging up and tossing his covers assure. With a sigh, he got out of bed and began to get dressed, knowing that Aaron would speed all the way to his house and complain about how long Alan was taking. He pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and the sweatshirt he found in his locker over his body and slipped on a pair of shoes, hearing Aaron's car outside the door shutting close. Alan shoved his phone and keys into his pockets, opening his bedroom door and going downstairs to see the front door swing open.

"Alan! Get your- oh, surprisingly you're up." Aaron said, grinning. Alan rolled his eyes, heading off into the kitchen.

"Why did you wake me up again? Never really caught your explanation." Alan said.

"Oh, right. There's a party tonight at Jack's house. Both his parents are going away for the weekend and Jack wants to throw a party." Aaron explained.

"And you want to go?"

"Of course! Jack's party are amazing."

"Right, and you do realize the last time we went to one of Jack's party you ended with a lamp shade on your head and we couldn't get it off."

"That was over the summer," Aaron said, "and besides, I had way too much alcohol and should never be held responsible for my actions when intoxicated."

"Here's our problem, though," Alan said. "My mom."

"We'll tell her that we stayed at my house, she knows you're always over there." Aaron said, waving him off. Alan shrugged and ran fingers through his hair.

"When's the party then?" Alan asked, Aaron thought for a moment, trying to remember all what Jack had said.

"Nine o'clock or somewhere along there but Jack wanted for us to come over and chill for a while before hand." Aaron said. Alan didn't say anything but walked out of his house, closing the door when Aaron had walked out behind him.

They drove to Jack's house, not bothering to not and just walking right in. Both Jack and Alex were on the couch together. Aaron and Alan joined them both, watching movies and eating foods here and there until it was nine o'clock.

When it became time for the party, Jack and Alex had gone somewhere, Aaron was someplace in the midst of the crowd and Alan was in the kitchen, trying to keep away from the already drunks and the people on the way towards it. When the kitchen began to become crowded, though, Alan pushed the crowd of sweaty bodies and towards the glass door that lead to the backyard where the pool was. He was so close to it when someone grabbed his arm and spun him around. Alan's first thought was to fight against whoever it was, wriggling his arm out of the persons grasp and slap them. His hand struck against a cheek and they yelped out in surprise and some pain.

"What the hell?" Kellin demanded, rubbing his slightly red cheek. Alan flushed and smiled, chuckling weakly.

"Sorry," he said, Kellin shrugged and grinned.