I was currently stood outside of Lydia Martin's lake house which was emitting loud, thumping music. Apparently Lydia threw the best parties and decided to throw a party for both Beacon Hills High and Devenford Prep so we could all chill and 'be friends'.
I was wearing a burgundy tank top, tied at the waist, a pair of light blue denim shorts and simple black boots.
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I let out a sigh before stepping forward and walking into the house, cringing at the mess that was already being made, despite the fact the party had only been announced forty minutes ago. "Good luck cleaning this up, Lydia.." I muttered to myself as I weaved through the crowd.
I felt both dizzy and sick as I felt sweaty hands and bodies press up against me. I pushed through the crowd and reached the kitchen, glancing around the room. It was still packed in here, not as much as it was in the main room but it was still busy.
I opened one of the cupboards and took out a glass, filling it up with water as I didn't particularly trust the alcohol. I trusted Lydia, not so much some of the people I didn't know. I wandered back through the crowd and decided to go upstairs.
It wasn't as busy up here and I let out a sigh of relief as I began to look around for someone I knew. "Adriana!" I turned in the direction of the voice to see Mason stood at a door, leaning on the frame slightly, motioning for me to go over to him. "Come, come! Glad you made it!"
"You're acting like it's your party." I laughed as he motioned for me to go in the room.
"Technically it is." I turned to see Lydia, Scott, Liam, Stiles.. basically the whole Scooby Gang chilling in the room. I raised my eyebrows at Lydia's words as Kira patted the seat beside her and I sat down, smiling at her. "We weren't meant to be having a party. Mason told people we were."
"You're an idiot." I laughed out as Mason snorted, clearly drunk. "So what are we hiding in this secret room of... secrets?" I questioned.
Everyone gave each other confused before Malia spoke. "Nothing. We just wanted to hang out... away from the crowd. It's overwhelming." I nodded at her words. I had never really spoken to Malia before but she seemed lovely.
I nodded and placed my water down on the coffee table in the middle of all the couches.
Everyone dived back into their conversations. Malia, Stiles, Isaac and Lydia, Kira and Scott, Mason and... the lamp. I narrowed my eyes slightly, my smile growing as I watched Mason in his all his black-out drunkness glory.
"Mason, you okay buddy?" Liam asked from across the room and that caught the attention of everyone else. We all watched as Mason turned to us, a dopey smile on his face. "You're such a lightweight." Liam laughed at Mason and he scoffed.
"Come, Mason. Sit." I spoke and Mason happily obliged dropping down on the white couch beside me, sighing out as he laid down, resting his head on my lap. I smiled at his actions and raised my hands to his forehead, running my fingers across his forehead and into his hair.
