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Good Time

Tobin POV

Ash and I continued this conversation for a while. She told me how she had a thing for Ali since high school. I was texting Alex the whole time, telling her how right she was, and her telling me how stupid I was. We drove for hours until we were finally there. We checked into our hotel around nine. We all stumbled into my room. Just was in her phone. Before we all even stepped into the room, it went off with a notification and she stopped us.
"Hey guys! Guess what we just got invited to?" We all shrugged.
"A party. Thrown by Taylor Swift!" We all looked at each other.
"Get your asses up we're going!" She said. We piled into the car again and drove to the house. Ash knocked on the door and it was answered immediately. Taylor opened the door and the music was so loud I could hear it pumping in my chest.
"Guys! So glad you could make it!" We hugged her.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Not much, heard you guys are playing Michigan in a few days? That's amazing! Congrats!" We thanked her and made small talk for a while until someone called her.
"I gotta go guys, but have a good time! Tonight is about letting loose and having fun!"
Let's just say, we took that to heart.
The next morning the four of us woke up on a red leather couch. I yawned as the rest of my friends started to stir. I got up to open the fridge for some breakfast, but there was nothing in there. There were however, bodies passed out everywhere. I heard someone walking down the hallway, I looked up to see Troye Sivan coming down the hallway. He seemed just as hung over as I was, so he just nodded to me. He reached for the fridge.
"Don't bother." I laughed rubbing my eyes. He chuckles and took a seat.
"So, you have any idea what happened last night?" I asked.
"A bit," he smiled, "I remember all of us bar hopping, um, I think we went to a supermarket, at one point a few of us were definitely in the pool, and we all might've come back here and, Snoop Dogg was here so, he brought his, product." He chuckled smoking to the ash tray overflowing with buds. I laughed too as my friends started to get up. They stumbled over and we all talked for a while. A few more people came from different parts of the house and we all ended up going out for a brunch completed with sunglasses, headaches and hangovers. We all shared our fragmented memories of last night. I looked around not believing I was sitting at a table with my best friends and some of the biggest celebrities right now. A few fans came up to every one of us, resulting in many group pictures. All in all, we had a great time. After we all cleared out, my friends and I went back to the hotel to sleep. An hour later, I was bunched over the hotel's desk in my room and Kelley playing my guitar trying come up with a riff and me trying to find a chorus. We were writing a song about our night. We all felt so free, like when we first started playing or before we got big.
"Man that was a blast." We recounted. The song just started to flow so effortlessly. It took three hours, but we got the song.