Unlike Us (A Kiandrea and O2L Fan Fiction)

Party Night 2

*Kian's POV*

Looking at Andrea was like looking at an angel. In this case a dead angel.

"Oh my god Kian, you look just like a zombie. You should work at Six Flags next year!" Jenn praised. I nodded though I stared at Andrea. This costume complemented the curves on her body perfectly. I was gonna let my emotions go tonight.

I wasn't going to be able to hold them back anymore.

"Hey Andrea," I smiled. Her brown eyes reflected the peachish blue sky and the sun. I knew from this moment on, I was going to fall inlove with Andrea Russett. Whether she hated me or not.

"Hi Kian. You look disgusting." she smiles. That hurt, before I can reply her eyes widen and she corrects herself or at least tries. "I mean its Halloween and you have to dress disgusting. But for a zombie you look hot. Uh- oh let's just go." She jogged to the car and sat in the from passenger seat. I opened the door for Jenn, who sat next to Sam, who sat next to Jc, who sat next to Ricky, who had Connor sitting on half of his thigh and half of the seat.

"You know what, how about I sit on Jc's lap, so Connor can sit." Jenn suggested when I sit in the drivers seat.

"Awesome idea!" Ricky and Connor say a little to loud. Connor was claustrophobic, and Ricky hated being squished. They made their arrangements so now that Jenn was on Jc's lap and Ricky and Connor had space.

I glanced at Andrea who was looking in the car mirror adjusting her make up I suppose.

I slide the key in its slot and drove to Caspar's place.

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*Andrea's POV*

Caspars house was crowded. Many people were already dancing X-rated by the second.

I think I wanna go home.

"Yay part-ay!" Ricky says in his worst ever Sponge Bob voice. He was SpongeBob for Halloween. He and Sam dispeared in one direction. Jenn, Jc and Sam went in another. I didn't see Kian anywhere. I was alone, in a party with a bunch of drunk people. How lovely.

Before I know it, someone pulls me into the middle of the living room. I looked up and saw a guy I never seen before. He was sexy, but drunk.

"Hey baby, you lookin fucking hot tonight," he whispered in my ear. I pushed him away, but he pulled me back gripping onto my arms. It hurt, badly.

"Get off me!" I shouted struggling. The music was too loud for him to even hear me.

"Bad girls get punished," he whispered in my ear again. I began to cry.

I was in trouble. I could have stayed home.