Cyber ~ 5sos

t h i r t y n i n e

'Bella, what's wrong?' Dylan asks, steadying me by placing his hands on my shoulders. We were stood at the bottom of the staircase out of the way of the main crowd of people. I'm surprised he even saw me in this huge crowd of drunken teenagers. I was trying to keep as low as a status as possible in the hope that nobody could approach me to ask if I were okay or where I've been for the last 15 minutes.

I think i jinxed it.

'What do you mean?' I laugh. 'Dyl, I'm fine' I pinch his cheek where a small dimple was forming and smile at him.

He raises an eyebrow smugly and shuffles us both slightly to the right to let a way too drunk boy up the stairs.

'You lie a lot' He says with his eyebrow still raised.

'No I don't'

'Unless you were going for the black parade look, your makeup has ran' He smirks.

Shit.

'Dyl, I'm fine' I whine. I try to look anywhere else except Dylan in the desperation to avoid his eyes. When we were little he could always pull off the puppy dog eyes and pretty much get to me to do near enough anything.

Not that I cared really because I'd do anything for Dylan. Its part of the 'older brother's mate crush' package.

But hey, I'm not 13 any more, and I will not give into his eyes.

In the process of focusing on anything else but Dylan, I see Molly through the breaking of the crowd with her head in the crook of someone's neck with her arm draped over their shoulder holding an almost empty beer bottle.

We've been here all of 2 hours and she's already smashed out of her face. I gotta give it to her, if i could get drunk that easy every time, I'd be necking vodka at the every chance.

But no, I'm the kid who hates the taste of near enough every alcoholic beverage to the point it makes me gag every time I swallow.

Bad choice of words for all you immature people out there but hey, you get the point.

Molly pulls back, her arms looped around the other person's neck and she smiles at them, breaking into a laugh moments later.

She swings round, in attempt to get the other person to dance and they restrain against her movements, turning around with her.

Calum!?

I was almost certain it was Ashton she was with.

He leans into her ear, whispering something before gaining another laugh of her. They seemed like they were having fun, I can't blame them.

I take another swig from my red plastic cup and head for the dance floor, squeezing through the groups of people to be faced with all the lightweights, dancing in sync on the makeshift dance floor which was evidently just the living room to the house.

Quickly, I join the group, moving to the beat of the music whilst letting the alcohol finally distribute around my body.

'Hey, Isabella' A lad from my year smiles, being one of the group dancing. He moves towards me, standing opposite me and beginning to dance in sync with me.

'You're a shit dancer' I laugh over the music, my british accent sounding thick over the words coming from my mouth.

'Hey, at least i'm trying' he taunts, raising his eyebrow at me.

I gasp at him overdramatically and continue to dance. 'Well excuse me, but did you come 4th in Junior Regional Dance Championships 2004?'

'You were 6 at the time' He clarifies, tilting his head to the side as if to contradict my skills of dancing.