I walk through the liquor store, down the isle with vodka and other assorted vodka-mix drinks. I run my hand along the bottle and rap my other arm around myself, holding my leather jacket closer.
Chelsea has pissed off somewhere around the store getting cider and wine. I pick out a bottle of vodka when suddenly Chelsea skids past the isle with the trolley. She comes back moments later and nearly runs into me.
I catch the trolley and put the bottle in
"You are too hyper already" I laugh at her
"What? I'm excite our first college party" she grins "we need cruisers and Mountain Dew"
I raise an eyebrow at her at 'mountain dew'
"What?!" She laughs "it tastes nice and we can mix it with vodka, like we used to when we had no life" she says putting another bottle of vodka in the trolley.
"Alright then" I shrug pushing the trolley and following her. "I doubt they'll have it here though"
"They'll have it somewhere. This is New York City after all" she winks
"You do realise it's not even a party right? It's just drinking and talking shit" I say
We go to the counter to pay where I notice the cashier checking out Chelsea. Wow, subtle. I think.
"Eh, hot boys and vodka is all I need" she grins devilishly
Chelsea loads the stuff back into the trolley and we walk the two blacks back to the apartment building.
Oh crap, the stairs...
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I look at my appearance one more time in the mirror. Hair neatly curled, black skinny jeans, a maroon sweater and my favourite nude colour boots.
I still have an hour or so anyway so I plug my phone into the stereo. Sex by The 1975 sounds through the apartment and Chelsea comes out of the bed room, dancing in the doorway. Swing hips in a sort of quick thrust thing. (A/n I have no idea how to explain)
"She's got a boyfriend anyway!" We both yell/sing in sync and jump on the couch dancing and laughing.
The song turns over to the next one and we flop next to each other and stare at our reflections in the television.
I take a breathe and tap/slap her knee as I stand up. I walk past her legs to the kitchen. All the drinks are ready to go in the esky, including Chelsea's Mountain Dew and the food is ready.
What now? I think. I look at the clock 30 minutes. Why am I so nervous? I furrow my eyebrows at the thought
"Stop stressing" Chelsea says getting up from the couch "it'll be fun and if what we think about Michael is true, it'll be really fun. For you tonight and for me tomorrow when you tell me everything" she grins devilishly at me, nudging me.
"Alright. Calm down." I laugh
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We sit in Michael and Calum's apartment talking shit, as I promised Chelsea. Four of us on the two seater couches and others on the floor or seats from the kitchen table. Me and Michael on one couch. Chelsea and Luke on the other.
Luke is a relatively nice guy, he has really nice hair and a lip ring. He is really tall and has beautiful blue eyes that I could get lost in.
Ashton, or Ash, is pretty cool too. He has light brown hair in curls and really nice arms. When I say really nice arms, I mean the type of arms that make Chelsea lean over to me within 2 minutes of meeting him, and whisper in my ear "I think his sleeves are splitting, god he's hot."
He has a really cute laugh as well, the infectious kind. He has really big hands too. You know what that means. Shut up hormones, damn.
"You guys got recked" Calum laughs, popping a cracker in his mouth, referring to the water balloon 'war' as they put it.
"Anytime, anywhere." Fern says cockily, smirking at him as he does the same back. Ruh roh. I think. I grin at the sight of them, seeing as park between the two. The conversation dies at the stare off and I clear my throat at the silence.
"Let's play truth or dare or something, I'm bored" Chelsea complains, hanging her head lazily over the couch arm.
A bunch of whatever's and alrights come from everyone. And Chelsea shoots up like the ears on a dog at the word 'walk'.
"Yay!" She grins "alright let's make this interesting then, any time you get chosen you have to drink a shot" she says pouring shots and placing them on the table.
It's then that I notice Michael's arm on the back of the couch. I look up at him and catch him looking at me.
"Mm k, Mia, you first" she burps a bit. "Truth or dare and don't forget the shot"
The game goes for another hour and a half. I'm pretty much three quarters of the way there to being full on drunk, as is everyone else, apartment from Chelsea, she's passes out on the couch face first, butt I the air. I waste no time in taking a photo and posting it on snapchat. I feel Michael's arm get tighter around me and slide down to my waist, pulling me closer.
It's Michael's turn to ask and he turns to me, evens though the others aren't paying attention but are talking and tripping over themselves
"Mia, truth or dare" he slurs a bit
I lean in to his face a bit ad whisper "dare"
The next thing I remember is Michael pushing me against the door of his bedroom and his lips on me.
