Magcon Imagines

Taylor Caniff

PSA: this SUCKS

"Are you serious?" I laughed as we pulled into the large driveway already flooded with vehicles.

"What?" Taylor chuckled, genuinely confused. I rolled my eyes and laughed harder.

"This literally looks like a party in the movies, what the duck?" I joked. It was true, there were Christmas lights hanging over the balcony, toilet paper in the trees, and teenagers looting the lawn. I hastily got out of the car and ran to Taylor's side. We walked to the cracked open white door and entered the house. The music mixed with fifty teenagers hurt my ears but I bared with it and walked deeper into the party.

I heard barfing noises in my ear and I immediately panicked. My eyes searched for the culprit but no one was around. "Taylor!" I shouted, lightly shoving his chest, "Don't do that, I hate you!" I laughed.

"No seriously look, it's Alex!" He said pointing straight in front of us. Alex was a underclassmen who is obsessed with me, Taylor jokes about him all the time. I personally think Taylor is jealous and that's why he's always joking about the poor boy but I guess we'll never know.

"Oh stop, he's nice" I said trying to keep the peace. Everyone in the house was so chill at the moment I was surprised, usually drunken teenagers lead to trouble. "Hey, I'm gonna go get a drink" I said to Taylor, pecking his lips and walking towards the keg.

I grabbed a red, plastic cup and filled it up with a cheap beer. As I was filling it I felt a strong pair of hands sling around my waste. I knew it was Taylor, no one else would even try. He immediately started leaving a trail of kisses along my neck, "Taylor PDA is so gross" I told him turning around to face him.

"Then let's get out of here" he said in a whiny voice. I mentally rolled my eyes and pushed him off of me.

"No" I bluntly said, trying to enjoy the party. He always wants to leave early and then complain that he's bored later in the night, "We can have fun here Taylor lets just stay and see where the night takes us" I bargained.

He made a pouty face and started pinching my sides, making me laugh at the ticklish sensation, "We should go make our own fun" he said, trying to persuade me.

I grabbed his cheeks with my hand and pushed my forehead to his, "No". My hand moved up to take a sip of the golden drink. I puckered my face up when the alcohol swam in my mouth. Even though it tasted awful I have to keep drinking it to get my prize in the end. "Taylor you have to be the life of the party, you can't reply of other people," I argued acting like his mother. He shrugged and grabbed himself a drink.

"Alright, let's go make these peoples nights" he glumly said, taking a huge gulp of his beer. I smiled at him and walked off to the main room.