a/n: there will be some underage drinking in this chapter, but i beg of you: do ! not ! drink ! underage ! at ! parties ! unless ! it ! is ! strictly ! safe ! , ! make ! sure you ! aren't ! going ! anywhere ! after ! unless ! you've ! got ! a ! designated ! driver ! and ! have ! people ! with ! you ! to ! keep ! you ! safe ! please and thank you! just be responsible, don't drink if you don't feel safe and don't do it if you feel pressured. i could go on for YEARS (& years) about how wrong peer pressure is, but you wanna get on with this already so i'll just leave it at this. be responsible and stay safe if u gonna drink okay babes, ilusm
Troye's pov
While Jacob was buttoning a new suit up, trying to get ready for the party, I, of course, had other things in mind. I walk over to him, Yoncé most definitely playing in my head, and pull him closer by the tie.
"C'mere," I murmur and stand up on the tips of my feet to kiss him. Jacob chuckles and tilts his head down, helping me out and capturing my lips at a different angle.
My sneaky fingers begin to work on tugging his tie off when he pulls away.
"Nu-uh, our friends are waiting for us in the living room. No way." Jacob points out as he smooths his hands over my suit.
I pout, "You sure?"
He nods and kisses my styled curls I spent far too much time taming minutes prior.
"'m sure."
I nudge him down on the bed and turn around, bending over and flashing my bum in his face.
"How sure?" I ask and sit up on his lap, rolling my hips down on his.
"... Fuck."
...
A quicky later, we're out of our bedroom and in the living room, three boys staring at us with cocky smirks etched to their faces.
"Have fun?" Joe questions.
We simply blush and rush to the door.
"Let's go," I giggle and pull on my black Derby shoes, hopping on one foot.
"Tok! Don't go yet!" I hear Dad yell from his room.
I get my other shoe on and turn to his room. He barges out and walks up to me, looking up and down at the suit he surely paid more money for than he should have.
"You look great, just- uh." He mumbles and fixes my bow-tie.
The boys snicker under their breath, making me roll my eyes and flip them off. Even Jacob joined in, that little stinker.
"Thanks, Dadda. Surely, it would be the end of me if my tie were crooked." I exaggerate, teasing him the slightest.
He rolls his eyes, "Oh, hush."
He turns to the boys and crosses his arms over his chest, trying his hardest to show off his authority figured role.
"And you boys, have him home by two. I assume there will be lots of underage drinking at this party and there are some things I'd rather not spoil the fun out of for you guys, but there will be no drugs. You hear me? Do drugs around my son and I'll kick your pansy arses, alright?" Dad scolds, making me blush even more and groan, nudging Dad back to his room.
"Please, stop, we're not going to do drugs, Dad." I mutter.
Joe scoffs, "You're the one talking."
We all look over at the boy who snorts and cracks out laughing, "I'm kidding, bloody hell guys!"
Dad shakes his head, "I will ruin you guys if you corrupt my son-!"
"Dad, go!" I exclaim and push him the rest of the way into his room.
