Deadly in Love moments

8th Anniversary Party

Christie: 33
Justin: 34
Drew: 15
(Drew's pov)
My parents are rushing us to get downstairs. We're going to Brie and Za's 8th anniversary party. Andre and I are fixing our ties, obsessing over how we look. I don't know about Andre, but I'm hoping to impress Rachel. She's obviously going to be there too.
"Hurry up man," Andre motions me to get going, so I grab the fresh-bought flowers from my dresser before following him out the door. The flowers are the Rachel, even though I should've got some for my aunt Brie.
"I'm right here," I assure him as we hop into my parents' car.
"Seatbelts," mom reminds us when my dad starts the car. Andre and I put our seatbelts on and prepare for the 45 minute drive. I don't know why the party's so far away. It's at a fancy hotel called the Marriot. As a matter of fact, all the really fancy hotels are far away from where we live. It's like the farther away, the fancier things are.
-45 minutes later-
To kill time, Andre and I had roamed around Instagram and Snapchat. If we weren't doing that, we were listening to music or telling stories, which were too inappropriate for my parents so we had to stop.
We've just arrived at the hotel, and it's just as fancy as I thought. My aunt and uncle had reserved a whole party room for the event. There's cucumber water and fruit punch. It makes me feel like royalty.
"Sweet. Free food," Andre chuckles once we see a whole buffet set out for the occasion. I'm too busy looking for Rachel. She can't be that hard to find. The only people here are my aunts and uncles and a few family friends. Aunt Brie invited her parents, which are very sweet. I guess they're like grandparents to me.
"Christie, Justin, there you are!" Aunt Brie pulls my parents into a big hug; then she does the same to me and Andre.
I see Rachel step into the room, and it's like everything else fades away. She's wearing a rose colored strapless dress that falls just above her knees, and her hair is put up in a side braid. Oh my god, she's beautiful. I've never seen anyone so magnificent in my life. My heart is racing over her perfection, causing me to break out in nervousness.
"Hey you guys," Rachel comes up to Andre and me with a welcoming smile. I take notice of her light pink lip gloss.
"Hey Rachel," I spread out my arms for a hug, and she hugs me with her hands pressed into my back. It feels so comforting. I wonder if she's crushing on me as hard as I am on her.
"Alright, that's enough. Let's go get food," Andre interrupts our moment, walking over to the mini buffet.
"Don't worry. We have plenty of time to kill. They're going to be talking and drinking all night," Rachel refers to the adults, who already have a few glasses of wine on their tables. I chuckle at her statement before following her to the buffet. Being a gentleman, I allow her to go first in line, not that there really is one. Everyone's too busy talking and dancing.
"They have chicken fettuccine. Fancy," Andre cheers, already a few stops ahead. He's right. This is all really fancy shit. There's salmon, asparagus, mashed potatoes, macaroni, crab cakes, and calamari. This is totally worth the drive.
Andre and I got one of everything, just because we're boys. Rachel is a little more lady like when it comes to eating. We decide to eat outside the party room. We actually sneak into an office room that happened to be unlocked. We're always looking for trouble. It's what we do.
"It's so quiet in here," Rachel comments when we sit at a huge office table used for meetings.
"Attention ladies and gentlemen," I deepen my voice and fold my hands in front of me as if I'm the leader of a meeting. Andre and Rachel crack up at my mimicking.
"I'd kill for an office like this," Andre looks around the room with his mouth full of food.
"Me too," I rummage through the drawers, discovering loads of pens and mini notebooks.
"They have a sick dessert table, but we have to wait until everyone finishes dinner," Andre leans back in a cushioned chair when he finishes his plate.
"I have an idea," Rachel throws her plate away and leans on the table.
"What?" Andre and I look at her, and I recognize that audacious hue in her eyes.
"Let's sneak a few glasses of wine after dessert," she grins lively, her hands clasped together.
"Being naughty are we?" Andre smirks, so I roughly slap his arm and say, "Sounds like a plan."
"Cool," she giggles cutely, her hair bouncing to the movements of her chest.
"We should probably get back before they start wondering where we are," I insist as I quietly turn the knob. Andre and Rachel follow me out and into the party room. It's definitely large for such a small group of people. There's got to be an estimated amount of 30 people.
I can hear jazz music coming from the small band on the far back of the dance floor. There's no very many people dancing. Just our younger cousins playing tag and chasing each other about the room. I remember that used to be us.
"What've you kids been up to?" Aunt Stacy teases us when we walk up up our parents, who are all too busy talking.
"Not much," Andre speaks like we've been up to no good, obviously. Ok, maybe I shouldn't over exaggerate. We just snuck into an office. That's all.
"You're just in time for dessert. Take as much as you want. There's more than we need," Aunt Stacy motions to the people starting to line up at the dessert table. That's when all three of us rush to the table in anticipation.

There's all kinds of deserts. It's like a dessert wonderland. There's chocolate mousses, cream puffs, tiramisu, cupcakes, cookies, brownies, donuts, marshmallow cakes, heart shaped jello, and macaroons. Andre and I fill out plates; then we follow Rachel after she sneaks a bottle of wine and three glasses.
This time we go farther away from the party room. We go into an empty ballroom. The lights are dim, but it's still bright enough to see. All three of us gather in the center of the carpet. Rachel sits next to me, which makes me feel all infatuated.
"Let's salute," Rachel smiles as she pours each of us a glass of wine.
"To what?" I ask when she puts the bottle aside.
"To best friends forever," she smiles and raises her glass.
"To best friends forever," Andre and I copy her, and we clink each other's glasses, cracking up a little. Then we enjoy our desserts while tasting the wine.
"This is the life," Andre sips from his wine glass after biting into a cream puff.

We spend the next 10 minutes talking about irrelevant stuff, like who was going to be more successful in the future or how to pronounce the word caramel. We argue about stupid things like that.
"I'll be right back guys. I've got to take a piss. Don't get too heated up while I'm gone," Andre stands up, adding a joke on his way out.
"He loves doing that," I roll my eyes and smile at the flawless girl in front of me.
"I know. It's so not funny," Rachel tilts her head to the side, making her hair fall down her shoulders.
"You know, this might be pressing the limits, but I think we should go out sometime. Alone," I fiddle with my now-empty wine glass. Of course I'm nervous as fuck. I have a huge crush on her, so I can't help but to feel like this.
"I think so too," she agrees, and I realize that both our glasses are dry. To be honest, I feel a slight buzz. I like it.
"Do you think we had too much?" I grin, feeling a little weird, as she rests her head on my lap.
"Nah, were good," Rachel obviously feels the same buzzy feeling, because her words slur. I stroke my hands through her untied hair, which feels soft against my fingertips.
"Drew," she looks up at me with her big brown eyes.
"Yeah?" I look down at her, willing to hear every words that escapes her lips.
"I think I like—" "Ooh, what'd you guys do? Looks like things got pretty steamy," Andre bursts in and interrupts our conversation.
"Dude, cut it out," I groan playfully with a smile. Honestly, I wish he would've came in a minute later, because I think Rachel was about to tell me she likes me.

(A/N: OMG it's been sooo long since I posted. I'm sorry about that. I'm just trying to put together the next story for you guys. I'm trying to post when planned, and I promise I will repay you for your patience. From the looks of it, I'll be posting on Wednesday)

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