Twenty Øne Pilots Imagines

'Not Regular Partiers'

Word Count:1743
Fetus Jish
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Parties are okay. I'm not going to bash them and say they're a waste of my 'precious time' because that would only mean it's interfering with my reading or drawing. Plus, it's not all that bad to get out of the house every once and awhile.

So when I got a message from a close friend of mine saying that there was a party this Saturday and that I should 'totally go', I accepted the offer. Though I'm sure she would go off with someone I didn't know and hang with them, leaving me to my own devices, I was fine with soaking in the ambiance from the corner.

I glanced down at my phone and briefly read the time. "Shit," I said as I stuffed my phone back in my pocket. It was already nine and my friend, Kate, would be here in an hour. Sure, it's stereotypical for a woman to take an hour or more to get ready, but I could use it. Not leaving the house for a good three days had a toll on someone.

I made my way to my closet and took out a pair of skinny jeans and a band tee, and shed my lazy day clothes before pulling them on. Once my clothes were on, I made my way to fix my face.

My hair was a mess of tangles, making me grimace at just how long this would take. I decided on just applying the formalities of perfume and deodorant along with brushing my teeth before even beginning on my hair.

Once I was relatively clean, I met my own eyes in the mirror. Just needed to get some make up on, and then do my hair. Despite me seeming ready and getting myself pumped to do my hair, as I looked up to my rat's nest, I realized just how long this may take.

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An hour or so later, I stood in the middle of people my age grinding, drinking, and laughing all in a drunken state I was no where near getting. It wasn't my ideal night, but Kate seemed to be having fun and I didn't want to ruin it for her.

"C'mon [Y/N]," Kate said, grabbing my hands and beginning to tug me over towards the makeshift dance floors that I really wanted to just avoid it. But Kate only smiled and continued to pull me, "Let's get out of the corner and go dancing!" Her, obviously, drunk self threw her arms up in the air, whooping and hollering louder then the rest starting a chorus of whoops. I rolled my eyes and decided on following her out.

I might as well live a little and not be stuck in a corner and what not. I could use the physical activity and it wouldn't hurt to get sweaty. Not dirty though. I'm not a fan of one night stands and leaving in the morning. I liked waking up to hugs and snuggles then spending the whole day with them. . . I just haven't been lucky enough to meet anyone.

So I danced. I moved my hips and clapped my hands, swinging around in between the bodies of drunks and people to high to now which way was up. It was exciting, I must admit, but I kind of needed some air. I was able to tell Kate such by screaming over the music, but she merely nodded her head before continuing to dance.

I pushed my way out, not all nice, and ended up in the back yard. It was nice and large with plenty of flowers and trees to make the whole place seem more lively and homey. But the drunk girl puking her guts out into the petunias kind of off set the mood. My eyes trailed over to a pool, off to my right but extremely large and bright, I didn't know how I just now noticed it.

I made my way over towards the sparkling water, ignoring the few couples making out off to the side. Once I reached the pool, all I could do was sit down and dangle my feet in the water, considering my lack of a bathing suit.

I shed my shoes and socks, setting them carefully beside me before letting my feet fall into the water with a small 'splash', chills instantly shooting down my spine. I shivered, my entire body becoming a little colder so instantly regretted not bringing a jacket.