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By now the party was in full swing. People were grinding on each other in our living room, there was one girl puking in the toilet with the door open, much to my dismay, and outside the not-so-drunk posse was just chilling and enjoying the chill air of impending summer. I dragged my alcohol deprived ass towards the kitchen, pushing past a few of giggling girls, eyeing Luke from afar. He always had that kind of influence on people. "Hit me up." I yell over the music to Luke pouring drinks, his smile immediately a bit brighter as he spots me walking over to him.
"Glad you could make it." I roll my eyes as I push myself up on the counter, feet dangling as I watch him fill a plastic cup with the light yellow liquid. I merely nod my head as I already lift the now full cup to my lips, taking a small sip as I let my eyes roam over the people Luke had invited.
"You have shit friends." It draws a chuckle from Luke's lips.
His fist punching my shoulder lightly before he starts to fill his own cup. "Be careful what you say, that means you're the shittiest of them all."
"I actually might be." I joke in return, my gaze catching Calum, lounging on the living room sofa with a cigarette between his lips. He's animatedly speaking to a guy, I think his name was Michael, his own cup dangling from his hand, leaning over the sofa.
"Are you digging Michael?" A sudden voice pulls my from my trance and I whip my head around so quick I think I might have given myself a whiplash.
"What?"
"I could hit you up if you'd like." Luke wiggles his eyebrows and now it's my turn to punch him roughly in the gut.
His breath leaves his lungs in a whiff and I can't help but grin when he tries to regain his breath. "I am not interested in Michael. Besides, I've met him once, remember? If I wanted him I would've taken him then."
"Damn girl don't have to be so harsh on me." Luke huffs out as soon as he can get the sweet air in his lungs again, but by then I am already back on my feet.
"Y/n!" The sweet voice of Wendy chimes from behind me and I slowly turn on my heel, granting my only girl friend with a large grin.
"Wen, didn't know you were coming." I let her press her lips against my cheek, my hand briefly resting on her upper arm to steady myself.
"I can't miss out on an opportunity to dominate the dance floor with my girl!" A hearty laugh leaves my lips and I let her pull me towards the living room – a.k.a. the make shift dancefloor – as I wave at Luke. I discard my cup somewhere along the way, the contents already emptied.
"Those boys know how to throw a party! Whoo!" Wendy grabs my arms and swings them around, drawing another chuckle from my lips. Wendy was always a happy-go-lucky girl and I appreciated that about her. I wasn't much fan of drama – but who was? – and the fact that she never brought any along made me decide to become friends in the first place.
