Broken

Chapter Fifteen

Michael's POV
I left Blake's in the morning and told her I'd be back to pick her up around eight. after lounging around on my couch for a couple hours I decided to call up Luke to hang out with me. I met him down at the record store around the corner. He was flicking through various All Time Low tracks as I approached him and at my presence he turned around with a pleasantly surprised expression on his face.
"Hey, mate." he greeted.
"Hey," I replied. I then began flicking through the titles as well and we stayed like that, standing side by side with eyes scanning records as the music coming faintly from the stores speakers played for quite some time. I ended up deciding on That's the Spirit by Bring Me The Horizon, and Luke bought Future Hearts by All Time Low. After our purchases Luke wondered the streets looking around for something I was unaware of, but followed behind him closely as he zigzagged anyway. 

"What are you looking for?" I asked finally. He ignored me, but stopped abruptly in his tracks. 

"There!" he exclaimed, pointing across the street to a pizzeria I'd never seen before. We went to it and after sitting down at a booth Luke had a very pleased expression on his face as he eyed me for a reaction.  

"This is new." I commented, eyeing the menu. 

"Yes, I saw it the other day, thought we could give it a try." Luke replied. 

"Good idea." I said. We ordered a large pepperoni and sausage pizza and mozzarella sticks, Luke insisted, and I sipped my coke as my thoughts trailed off. I was going to a party tonight, how did that happen? I didn't know what to expect, or what I should wear.  

"What have you been up to, Luke?" I asked to try and get my mind off things. His eyes perked up with interest and cleared his throat before speaking. He then went into great detail about the past month: his school, girls, soccer, guitar, basically anything and everything while he had this rare opportunity of my interest. I tried to pay attention, I really did, but I kept drifting and I couldn't help it. 

After we ate, we split ways and I headed back to my apartment to get ready before I had to go and pick up Blake. After halfheartedly looking through my wardrobe, I decided on my best skinny jeans, and a blue button down shirt. It was just the right mixture of dressed up, but not too dressed up. In my opinion, anyway. I was at Blake's house 5 minutes past 8, and she was waiting for me out in her front yard. She was dressed in dark wash skinny jeans with rips running up the front, a black crop top with a leather jacket thrown over it, and strappy high heels and the sight practically took my breath away. 

"You look gorgeous." I said embracing and then kissing her. She smiled her bright and brilliant smile I loved so much and I looped my arm in hers and walked her to my car. It took me longer than it probably should have to get to the address Archer gave me, but when I finally pulled down the right street I saw cars lined down the block and heard the blaring music from the house blocks away. I found a spot and pulled over, hopping out and meeting Blake by her door. 

"Shall we?" I asked, bowing my head jokingly. 

"We shall." She grinned, leading the way in. 

Now, I've seen tons of movies with tons of house parties in them, and you think you'd know what to expect when faced with one in real life, but I couldn't be more wrong. It was extremely packed and I was pressed up against bodies as I tried to maneuver my way through, feeling extremely uncomfortable already. Once in the kitchen alcohol was immediately pushed at me, and I took it hesitantly. I don't know what I expected, I mean this is just like every other stereotypical teenage party depicted on television, but one thing I did know was I wasn't going to make it through the night without some alcohol in my system. I threw the cup back and swallowed the contents in one gulp before slamming the cup down onto the counter and yelling to no one in particular for another one. The last thing I remember was myself with a red solo cup in my hand, surrounded by tons of strangers laughing obnoxiously and leaning on one another, so intoxicated I could barely hold myself up. 

I woke up the next morning with a massive headache and when I tried to sit up, it hit me so hard my hand instinctively went to my head to try and cradle it and I let out a groan. As my vision cleared I looked around at my surroundings to realize I definitely was not in my room and I didn't recognize this room right away. As Archer walked out from the kitchen and saw me propped up I suddenly remembered. I was still at his house, I guess I must have passed out sometime last night. The whole experience was pretty blurry to me and I couldn't get myself to recall what happened last night. 

"Hey man, you're up." Archer said.

"What happened last night?" I asked raspily, clearing my throat.

"Dude, you're such a legend, but I think you might have fucked up that thing you had going with that pretty little girlfriend of yours." Archer explained vaguely.

"What?!"