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ғᴏᴜʀᴛʜ ᴅᴀʏ - Party

Rocky's journal

Sunday, 10:15pm

Today was something... let's just leave it at that. Anyway, classes start tomorrow. Not really looking forward to it but on the bright side I don't have to wake up early because all my classes are in the afternoon. Wish me luck!

Muffins are just ugly cupcakes

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The alarm clock went off and Zuma laid there for a few minutes before hitting the snooze button. "Damn it" he groaned as he rolled out of bed hitting the floor. Zuma isn't a morning person. his day would literally start at around 4pm. Some would call that pure laziness but to Zuma it was "making sure your body is well rested."

He had two classes in the morning and two later in the day and right now he was regretting it. He got up off the floor and headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he was finished, he didn't bother changing out of his white shirt and black sweats, he just put on a pair of vans and an orange hoodie and slipped out of the room quietly. Zuma's first class was Music production and he was pretty excited. He's loved music all his life, he has a passion for it. His parents always told him that music was a waste of time and he should focus on becoming a doctor or a psychiatrist. Or even a vet like his older brother.

"Waste of time?" he scoffed. "Whatever"

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Chase was walking back to his dorm after his first class and caught himself thinking about the light-haired boy that helped him heal. Why did the boy help? Why was he so shy? Why was he so cute? "Wait cute?" the brunette questioned himself. Chase wasn't gay, but he did start questioning his sexuality a little. "Didn't know you thought of me that way" A voice said in a half-jokingly manner. Chase glanced over to see his roommate, Tracker walking next to him. "Oh, hey dude. How long you been walking beside me?"

"Long enough to know you were thinking about someone" Tracker smirked as Chase tried to hide his blush. "And you think this someone is cute" his smirk grew bigger watching as the brunette was trying to shake the thoughts from his head. "So whos the lucky girl?" Chase stopped and looked up at his friend with a puzzled look, Tracker returning the look. "Its um...not a girl, actually"

"Oh... Oh! So your um, gay?" Tracker asked trying not to sound like a dick. Chase opened his mouth to say he wasn't, but he was confused at the moment so he just continued walking.

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Rocky returned to his dorm after his last class of the day hoping to just relax and read, but the universe had different plans for him. his roommate, Zuma, walked up to him just as he entered the door. "Hey dude, your just in time, lets get going." The choclate-haired boy said grabbing his keys off the desk. Rocky looked at his roommate like he was crazy. "Go? Go where?" he asked.

"The pawty." Zuma said as if Rocky was told about it previously but had forgotten. "Um, I-I never said I wanted to go to a party..." Rocky said. Rocky may have been able to talk to Zuma like a normal human being after weeks of trying, but going to a party, filled with lots of people that he would probably have to interact with? Uh, no. That would be a HUGE step forward... a step Rocky did not want to take, but he had no choice seeing as how they where now walking into the party. The music was loud, the lights were low and there was lots of alcohol. And people.

Rocky tensed up, feeling like the room was spinning and he wasn't even drunk... yet. Zuma looked back at his friend and noticed he looked uncomfortable. "Dude awe you okay?" he asked. "Y-yeah I-I-I am okay." His anxiety level was rising. Rocky shut his eyes and tried to imagine he was back at his dorm room, alone, reading a book when he felt something grab his hand. He opened his eyes to see Zuma in front of him. he looked down at their now intertwined fingers. "It's okay, I'm hewe" Zuma gave him a reassuring smile. Just then, Rocky became calm. His breathing returned to normal and he relaxed his body a little.

"Zuma!" Zuma turned to see his friends Skye and Rubble standing behind him. "Oh, hey guys what's up?" Rocky kind of hid behind Zuma, their fingers still intertwined. Skye noticed this and raised her eyebrows.

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"The hell?" The brunette said to himself. "What's up?" Tracker looked at his friend. "I thought I just saw someone I know..." Chase shrugged taking a sip from his drink. "Bro I think the alcohol is getting to ya man." Tracker chuckled a bit. Chase rolled his eyes, chugging the rest of his beer.

"So? Who's your new friend?" Skye asked with a huge smile on her face. Zuma looked at Skye then stepped to the side a bit so they could see the boy behind him. "This is Wocky, my woomate." Zuma introduced. "Wocky, these awe my fwiends, Skye and Wubble." Skye took one good look and could instantly tell he was uncomfortable. "Nice to meet you Rocky!" Rubble yelled, causing Rocky to jump a bit. Skye just gave a small smile and waved. He looked away for a second tightening his grip on Zuma's hand, before whispering a hi to the two.

"So I can tell you haven't had a drink yet." Skye smirked holding a cup of alcohol in front of him. "Yeah, a wasted Zuma is a fun Zuma" Rubble chimed in. Was it mentioned that Zuma was a party animal? Well he is, and once he gets his hands on some alcohol, the party will officially start.

"I'm actually um...not going to dwink tonight." The chocolate-haired boy was eyeing the red cup in front of him. "Oh...you don't want your new friend to see your fun, wild side hmm? It's ok, he can have a drink too" Skye handed a cup to Rocky who hesitantly took a sip from it. When he took that sip, it was only one of many as he was going to get shit-faced that night and party with the party animal himself.

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Finally updated this story after 12 years haha. It's a Shit-ty chapter. Gawd I just can't right now...