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Good Guys Hardly Ever Come Along - {Ashton}

[A/N: Okay, honestly this title sucks soooo much, but bare with me. I'm still trying to heal from this stupid concussion lmao]

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You and Ashton were attending a party at a spacious house. There were hundreds of people there, and twice as much of bottled beers scattered around the whole place.

The two of you had drove there together and he seemed a bit reluctant to go. He didn't want you to end up doing something you'd regret at this party.

You walked into the party, Ashton close behind you. The music was blasting, and people were dancing along. Red solo cups were in practically everyone's hands, and the entire room had the horrible aroma of alcohol and cigars.

You rubbed your arm, becoming a bit nervous of the atmosphere. You had only been to a few parties in your entire lifetime, and the majority of them were birthday parties with a man in a Barney suit. But this? This was new to you.

Ashton watched you. "You okay?"

You looked up at him and only nodded, then you begin to half-smile as you noticed your three closest friends heading towards you.

They came over and hugged you, and awkwardly waved to Ashton. He didn't really like these three friends of yours, only because they pressured you into a lot of things in the past. But being at a party with them? That was the worst case scenario.

"You should come upstairs. They're playing Beer Pong," one of your friends smiled, grabbing your arm without hesitation.

Before you could even say goodbye to Ash, they had already split the two of you up.

They were yanking you up the stairs in excitement and mischief. One of them turned around and smiled, "Loosen up a bit!"

You took in a deep breath, and giggled. It's not like it was bad to have a little fun...

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After a few rounds of beer pong, you couldn't deny that you were 110% wasted. You and your friends stumbled around the upper half of the house, playing x-rated games, and dancing like you never danced before.

You were the giggle-freak of the night. Anything was funny, even if you saw someone just standing and looking around awkwardly, you'd burst into laughter without proper cause.

You headed over to a cooler and grabbed a drink without care. Your friends cheered you on as you snapped open a beer bottle with your teeth and began gulping it down as if it were water.

You scrunched up your face after you finished, then raised your bottle in the air after you were done.

You had never partied like this before, and you were sure you had never consumed this much alcohol neither.

You began to feel light headed, and the heels you were in felt as if they were made out of cardboard and a toothpick. You wobbled around, eyesight hazy and stomach gurgling. You fell down onto the floor roughly.

"Y/N!" your friends shouted, running over to you.

They rolled you on your back and tapped your cheeks to wake you up. Your eyes wandered around the ceiling above you, and you smiled at the space. You giggled for no reason again, the tickling in your sides causing all of it.