JUST A REMINDER
• Best friend's name (b/f/n)
• Best friend's crush (b/f/c)
You were at a party. Now, it wasn't one of those classic parties that everyone got drunk at, but a nice calm party with a few of your "well behaved" friends. At least that's what you thought.
Your parents told you not to wear that dress (the dress that made you look like a hooker? Yes. That dress), but (b/f/n) had an idea.
You would wear an appropriate dress that your parents would approve of to the party and walk out of the house like you were going to a casual party. The other dress would be kept in the back of your car.
Once you got to (b/f/c) house, (which was where the party was) you could see that there was a group of people behind the house with a bunch of sparkling lights and loud music.
You walked up behind the house to see (b/f/n) and (b/f/c) intensely making out. He had her backed against the wall. His hands were on her bum, and hers were gripping his shoulders.
"Okay then!" You yelled really loudly before walking away. You turned around to talk to your friend that you came with, but discovered that she too was making out with a guy.
You slowly meandered to the punch bowl that was probably already spiked. Taking a soda instead, you found a nice quiet corner to sit in. However, you weren't alone for long when (c/n) walked up to you and started talking.
Many girls glanced over at you in disgust, as you were not the only girl that had your eyes set on (c/n).
You and (c/n) chatted for a while until it was announced (not by (b/f/n) or (b/f/c) because they were still making out) that the game 'spin the bottle' would be played soon.
When (b/f/n) and (b/f/c) finally got done with their business, they came over to the circle that was forming and sat down.
Somehow (b/f/n) spun the bottle and it landed on her crush.
"Well, that's already taken care of," you said as they went to god knows where to make out again.
You then took the bottle yourself and spun it. It felt like it took forever for the bottle to land on someone but eventually it did.
(C/n)
You nervously walked up to him and before you knew it, you were in his arms. He carried you bridal style to behind a tree meanwhile all the guys were glaring in jealousy.
There at the tree you had a little more privacy, and you also had the best night of your life.
Hey guys! So this one's obviously longer than the last (and hopefully better). I will try to update a lot but since I have school I can't update every day.
-Em
