Going Somewhere New - 5sos

Chapter 1

--Alaska's POV--

Let me start off by saying that me and alcohol don't really mix. Well actually, it's more like a frenemy kinda thing. So when I'm handed my second cup of Bacardi rum after two tequila shots the enemy part of the alliance kicks in. In order to try and get a moment to compose myself I stumbled into a random room. The frat house was hosting one of the most awesome parties I'd been to since I started college two years before. And I'd been to a lot of parties. I wasn't exactly sure what the huge group of people downstairs were celebrating but I decided to just stick with the bull crap excuse of "celebrating life."

The thing I despise about getting drunk is the way I would think too much. It's like every mistake I've made in my nineteen years of living pops right back into my head. It makes me feel like shit, causing me to drink even more. I can't even stop myself. If I'm lucky, I'll make it home before I do anything I'll regret. If I'm not lucky... well, I can pretty much guarantee something dramatic and embarrassing will happen.

That being said, recalling this particular night I'd say I wasn't too lucky.

It was dark in the first room I'd went into, and I was too drunk to find the light switch. I walked back into the hallway searching for the restroom but I stopped when I saw my reflection in a mirror hanging to my right.

Shit.

I looked terrible, which was probably a sign that I should be going home. My makeup was smudged, my hair looked a little greasy and my curls had deflated to tangled waves. I tried to fix myself but I gave up and shrugged. YOLO, I thought.

I managed to find my way back down the stairs and, since I'd finished the rum I had, I went to grab a beer. I felt lost and didn't know anyone around me. I drank my beer and started dancing, soon I was grinding on a guy I'd never seen before, but I didn't even care.

He brought me another beer and pretty soon I had a bad feeling about him. He whispered something in my ear that almost made me choke on my beer. My eyes widened and I looked for someone, anyone that I knew. My eyes wandered around as the guy tightened his arms around my waist. I didn't want to show him my fear, I just had to get the hell out of there.

It was my own fault, I should've stuck with my sister, but she hadn't come looking for me so I took that to mean I could party hard like usual. I really hoped she would appear soon though. I decided to try and get away from the guy I was up against and go find my sister so we could leave before anything happened.

I grabbed his arms, trying to remove them from me, but he was pretty strong. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away as hard as I could. He glared at me and I saw him mouth obscenities at me.

I stormed off to look for Devyn, more angry than ever. Where the hell is she?!

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--Devyn's POV--

Where the hell is she?!

I stood on the back patio clutching my bottle of Shock Top looking for my sister Alaska who I'm almost positive was was stumbling around somewhere drunk off her ass. This damn house didn't seem so big from the outside, but when you feel cramped just about everywhere you go, the space seems to stretch on for what feels like forever. Seeing as this was my first college party I wanted to steer clear of anything that would make me want to transfer from Cal Poly San Louis Obispo to somewhere closer to LA like my parents wanted me to do.

My parents...

At the thought of them I took another swig of beer. Even if I had decided to stay close and go to a school like Cal State Long Beach like they wanted me to it still wouldn't have made them happy. As the middle child of three kids, you deal with being compared to your other siblings. Alaska was