Falling For A Murderer (BoyxBoy)

Party

I walk into the house, not knowing what to expect. I'm immediately hit with large, bass heavy music thumping through every particle of my being; lights flashing and moving everywhere; too many people crammed into small spaces, each holding some type of drink, whether it's a can or a bottle or a plastic cup, filled with something alcoholic.

I follow Damon through to a kitchen, Sam and  Claire in tow, and am taken aback by the bright, white LED lighting. There a few people standing around, most leaning on the counter. Cans and glass bottles of different colours liquids are set on the table, next to what once were bowls of crisps and snacks.

"Yo, Damon!" I hear someone yell. The four of us turn to see a boy - verging on manhood - with short brown hair and an above average height, whom, I guess, must be Kyle, without his telltale headphones.

"Kyle!" Damon shouts in reply. Kyle walks over and he and Damon do that weird handshake/hug thing.

"Claire. Lovely to see you again." He greets, sending a friendly smile, before turning to me and Sam, who stands close by me. "Jason. Glad you could come." He glances at Sam. "And who's this?"

"Kyle, meet Sam. Sam, meet Kyle." Damon introduced.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Sam. Help yourself to drinks, there's more in the fridge, and enjoy yourself. Now, as the host, I must make sure no one has thrown up in the corners of my room." He turned and left, soon disappearing into the mist of people and noise.

I feel someone nudging my shoulder, and I'm passed two opened beers, one of which I pass to Sam.

"Stick with me." I say to him, turning to face him. Damon signals me to follow him and once more I am led through the house, Sam's hand in mine so he doesn't lose me. We stumble through the crowd surprisingly quickly considering the amount of people were stood around sucking face. I peer to my left to see what I assume was a dining room, however the chairs have been piled at the side and a round of beer pong is being playing in the expensive looking table.

We end up in a large room. Sofas line the edges, and someone stands behind a table in the corner, I assume managing the music. The middle of the room has become a dancefloor, and teenagers cram into the area, dancing drunkenly to the heavy beat. Aside from the scantily clad girls and the I'm-trying-to-look-like-I-don't-care outfits worn by the boys, everyone is wearing some sort of smile, small or big, wide or thin, they all possess one, as if nothing could bring them down from their music and alcohol induced high.

I take several swigs of my drink, feeling the bitter, yet refreshing, taste of the beer flow down my throat, taking away the thirst I hadn't known I had built with it. Damon leans over to speak into my ear, having to shout over the sound of the music.

"Be careful. Someone might spike your drink." I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head.

"Yeah, because that's going to happen here." I shouted in reply.

"It's happened before. But don't say I didn't warn you if it happens." He throws back. Claire grabs his hand and pulls him off before I can reply, and I lose them in the sea of bodies.

I feel my own hand get pulled and notice Sam is trying to drag me onto the dance floor. I don't resist, and follow him into the crowd. I half-empty my beer down my throat and it doesn't take long before the heavy beat is encouraging my body to move of it's own accord. I join in with the people around me, body moving the music and forgetting the past few weeks.