beautiful disaster // j.s

two- party

John's P.O.V**

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I turned and twisted in my pure white sheets.

"Swazz!" Nate called.

Yup, my beautiful sleep was over. I grabbed my sweats and forced them on. I walked to my dresser and put my white socks on.

I walked to the bathroom and brushed my perfect shiny white teeth, I splashed water onto my face and wiped it off.

I combed my large and soft hand through my pure dark brown hair. My fingers aligned so well in between my hair. I looked through the mirror "Damn I'm hot." Escaped my pink frozen lips.

I stuffed my hair into a snap back and ran down the stairs.

Nate and Derek were sitting on the grey couch smoking weed.

"Roll one up for me, bro." I sat down in the middle of both.

Minutes later, we were puffing white heaven through the hallow room. This was our daily habit, a great one though.

"We are invited to a party or shit." Nate spoke up taking breaks between his puffing.

Derek and I exchanged looks and chuckled, "You don't really wanna go do you?" Derek questioned surprised.

"We don't really do much, a party would be nice." He spoke unsteadily.

"Bruh." I paused. "We go to parties all the fucking time." I continued.

"This is different, it's a formal party. For the new neighbors." Nate convinced.

"You don't even like formal parties." Derek laughed.

"You know what, fuck you. I don't wanna fucking go." Nate stood up and let out rough smoke. Almost choking on his own breathe.

"We'll go, jeez." I said.

"Okay." Derek agreed.

We smoke in silence. Till it was time to get ready for the party.

I went to the bathroom and peeled my smoke filled sweats, along with my boxers. I took off my snap back and placed it by the sink.

Cold water ran as I stared down, waiting for the hot water to approach since both Nate and Derek decided to take a shower earlier.

Once the hot water came,  I hopped in.

The hot water drizzled down my cold back, making me tense up. I shampooed, then conditioned my hair; I washed my body with lavender body wash. I washed all the cleansing soapy substance of and stood there under the water. I moaned as the hot water consumed me from all angles.

I turned the water off and dried of with a white towel.

I put my white Calvin Klein boxers on, then my black dressing pants. I buttoned on my white shirt up and tucked it inside my pants. I attempted to put my red tie on, after multiple fails; I succeeded. I covered my white shirt with my black light coat. I placed white Calvin Klein socks on and ran to my room. Once I arrived to my dull bedroom, I walked over to the mirror and began my manly grooming. I sprayed one of my more powerful Axe to replace any scent of smoke beforehand. I grabbed some hair gel in my hands and rubbed them together. I combed my large hands through my hair and created a flow. I wiped my hands off with a towel and stormed downstairs.

"Ayeee." Nate howled.

"Sup?" I asked, doing our normal bro handshake.

Nate wore a tux similar to mine, his hair was ruffled back as well. We both put on our black dressing shoes on and waited for Derek to come down.

A minute later Derek showed up in his pink DL snap back with a white tee and black pants. We both stared blankly at him.

"What?" Derek questioned.

Our staring became more intent.

"Okay." Derek said pushing his hands back, highly offended.

Three minutes later, he came back to us. Hair gelled back, tux prepared and dressing shoes.

"I never thought that scent of smoke would come off you." I joked, chuckling. Derek and Nate joined in.

We took a limo to the party, since none of us were up for driving.

The guests were filled with women in long elegant dresses, men in suit and ties.

No alcoholic beverages in sight, what type of party was this. I chuckled slightly at the fancy lights and overdressed tables.

"Where the fuck are we?" Derek smirked slightly.

"Shut up and be a gentleman." Nate spat out.

Well this is going to be a long night, was all I can think.

Aspen's P.O.V**

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I heard chatters from downstairs, a party I wasn't invited to by my own parents. 'It's dangerous' they claimed. It wasn't fair that Abe, Zeke, and Lijah got to go. I tried to think of something else but the party but my mind stayed attached. I never got to go to any parties.

About thirty minutes later, I changed into my grey pajama short shorts and a nude colored long sleeved top. I hopped onto my bed, getting ready for bed. When I realized my door was wide open. I walked to my door to close it when a long arm gripped my tiny waist. I tried to analyze him but it was too dark. Before I knew it, I was slammed to the wall. As I was about to say something, a finger prevented anything to come out of my mouth. I tried to be release from the grip, but he was too strong. The scent of alcohol and smoke drenched off of him.

A car drove up, allowing a little light in the tiny space between our mouths. He had innocent features; big brown eyes, dark thin eyebrows, pink lush soft lips, and dark drown hair. He looked into my fearful eyes. He stood there, no facial expression. His hands on my hips, which made me fairly uncomfortable and his eyes locked into my amber irises.

"Plea-se let m-e g- go" I stuttered, but managed.

His breathe was steady, compared to mine.

The car passed and it was dark once again. I felt something rough fall into my shirt, I gasped in response.

"Call me." He whispered onto my ear. The warmth of his breathe sent chills down my spine.

With that, his hands, his warmth, and presence disappeared. He was gone.

I laid in bed, alone once again staring at the blank ceiling.

What just happened? I questioned myself.