At my worst

In Between

Dante
Age: 16
Hair: dirty blonde
Eyes: hazel
Height: 6'1

Jonathan
Age: 16
Hair: dirty blonde
Eyes: green
Height: 6'1

Jonathan

"Dante get off!" I groan. My brother continues to lay on me, laughing.

"Johnny quit being so down! Come on, get ready. You're going to that party with me." He smirks.

"Ugh no." I sigh.

"Ugh, yes. Boy you gotta get out, live a little. Maybe get a little action." He smirks.

"Oh my god you're so gross. But I guess I'll go." I smile. He pats me on the back and I go up to my room, grabbing a grey Hollister tee, white torn skinny jeans, and a black and white flannel. I pull the jeans and tee shirt on, tying the flannel around my waist. I slip on some black sk8-hi vans and walk to Dante's room.

"You all set?" He asks.

"Yeah, I guess." I smile. We leave, walking to the party once we get there, I mentally groan at all of the girls looking like sluts.

"Come on, let's get some weed in us before we start anything." He smiles. I nod, following him. After a few hits with our friends, I go to the kitchen for a drink.  I pour myself a cup of coke, somebody tapping my shoulder.

"Hm?" I say, looking back.

"I-If it's not too much trouble, could you pour me a cup too?" A girl asks. I smile and nod, doing so.

"Here you are, beautiful. What's your name?" I ask, leaning on the counter.

"O-oh I'm Cerise." She blushes darkly.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jonathan. Call me Johnny, please." I say, taking a sip of the soda.

"You're Dante's twin, right?" She asks.

"Yeah, I've seen you around school. It's hard to miss a pretty girl with red hair like yours." I smirk.

"It's also kinda hard to miss a tall and extremely hot boy like you in the hall." She giggles. I smile and shake my head.

"Want to dance?" I ask. She nods and smiles at me, taking my hand. He spins around and grinds on me my arm around her waist. She's 5'7 ish, so not too much short than me. She plays volleyball and filed hockey, I used to record and take photos for the team. Somebody shoves her, making both our drinks spill on me.

"Fuckin skanky whore." The guy yells.

"Fuck off, don't come to a party and give people shit, Michael." I growl, walking Cerise to the kitchen.

"Johnny I'm so sorry! Let me help." She says in a frantic tone. She starts cleaning off the soda, biting her lip as her hands shake.

"Cerise, it's alright." I tell her.

"A-are you sure?" She stutters. My god that was the cutest thing I've ever heard. I nod, laughing a little.

"Positive. You ever smoked?" I ask. She shakes her head.

"I've been too scared to." She mumbles. I take her hand, walking to where the pot smokers are.

"Aye, Matt! How are you, man?" I say as I see my old friend.

"Hey, Johnny boy! I've missed you and your brother." He laughs.

"We've missed you too, man. Glad you're back." I tell him.

"Glad to be back, wanna hit?" He asks. I nod and take a long drag off it, smiling and blowing the smoke out my nose.

"Want to try, Cerise?" I ask.