Martinez Twins Imagines

Ivan Martinez ༄ parties

I am currently laying in bed, watching Netflix like I do every night. It's Friday night, and while most juniors in my school are out partying, I'm enjoying a large pizza by myself.
I tend to be a pretty reserved person. My main goal is just to get through high school.
Suddenly my phone starts to ring. I groan and lean over to my nightstand. I look at the screen and it's my best friend calling.
My best friend y/f/n, is way more into partying than I am. She's popular and really pretty. I honestly don't know why she's friends with me.
I answer the call. "Hey."
"Hey y/n!" She yells over loud music.
"Do you need something?" I ask
"Yes," she yells, "you need to come to my place. Like right now."
"Why?"
"Because this party is awesome! There are are tons of cute guys!"
"So?"
"So you're a pretty girl! Get dressed up, and come to my place, right now. No arguing. Right now. Love you!" She hangs up before I can argue.
I groan again, rolling out of my bed and walking towards the closet. I pick out a black dress y/f/n got me. It's shorter than anything I would buy, but I go with it anyways.
I pick out a pair of black heals, which were also a gift from y/f/n.
I call an uber to pick me up since I'm to young to drive.
I wash my face and put my hair up into a slick back ponytail. I do my makeup, and put on the dress and shoes.
I look at the mirror one last time before walking out the door.
My uber gets there right as I walk out the door. I tell the driver the address, and we are on our way.
I would much rather be in my bed, eating my pizza, than on a way to some high school party full of hormonal teens and illegal alcohol.
I try to enjoy the ride. It's already dark out, but I'm sure the party will be going on all night. The lights of the city are beautiful at this time of the night.
I look out the window. I'm kind of nervous. I don't know why. It's just a house party.
I've only been to two house parties, both of which y/b/f had to practically drag me to.
We finally get to y/f/n's house. I pay the uber driver, and slowly, reluctantly walk towards the door.
I can hear the music clearly from outside. She has a huge house. Her parents are both rich, so she basically lives in a mansion.
I'm not quite ready to go in yet, so I sit on the stairs to the front porch. I listen to the music, which isn't my taste at all.
After a few minutes of sitting there I stand up and walk to the front door. I don't bother knocking. Nobody would be able to hear it. I just walk in. Of course the first thing I see are two teens making out.
I can immediately smell alcohol and cigarette smoke. I'm surrounded my people dancing to the music.
I try to walk through the crowd to find y/f/n. I get bumped into and pushed around.
I finally make it to the kitchen. Some people have drinks in hand, others are smoking.
I finally see y/f/n holding a bottle of whiskey. I grab the whiskey out of her hand and set it on the counter.
"Oh heyyyyy," she slurs clearly drunk, "you came."
"Ya."
"Here," she yell handing my a shot.
"No thanks." I tell her.
"Come on," she whines, "just one drink, then I'll leave you alone."
"Fine." I take the shot and down it. It burns going down. I hate alcohol.
"I'm going to dance." She yells.
"Ok."
This is just another reason I hate parties. Y/f/n always leaves me. I never know what to do.
I make my way to the stairs I sit down next to another guy who looks like he's there alone.
After a minute of just sitting there, he looks at me. "Hey." He says.
"Hey." I respond.
"Y/n? Right? We have Spanish together." He says. He has a thick accent. I've seen him at school, but never really heard him talk.
"Ya," I say, "you're Ivan right?"
"Ya. I didn't really take you for the party kind of girl."
"I'm not. My friend made me come."
"My brother made me come. I'm not a fan of parties. Although sometimes I do like to dance."
I laugh. "Me too."
"Well then y/n, would you like to dance with me?" He asks me.
"Sure." I laugh again.
He stands up and extends a hand to help me up. I take his hand and he leads me out to the dance floor.
We start to dance a little, and as much as I hate parties, when I'm dancing with him, they don't seem quite so bad.

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Note: I'm sorry this is terrible. It's my first imagine, and I didn't know what to write. Hopefully they will get better. Plz send in requests.❤