The Party (Kendall Jenner x Y/N)

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Y/N's POV

Kendall was holding up various shoe options next to her dress in front of the mirror, as she tried to see what worked best. As she found what she deemed to be the perfect pair, I watched the mirror with a smile as my girlfriend's eyes lit up. She wore a short, cream coloured dress which was fitted just enough to accent the girl's flawless figure.

As she spun around towards me, my breath hitched slightly as I watched the older girl bite her lip gently. I almost lost myself in my girlfriend's beauty.

"How do I look?" Kendall asked as a small smile played across her lips. A strong sense of dejavu washed over me, as I recalled the night of my brother's 21st, and where that had brought us.

"Fucking hot," I replied with a cheeky grin. Kendall giggled at my antics, leaning down slightly to press a small kiss to my cheek, but before she could do so, I turned my head so that she was instead met with my lips. I felt the girl smile against me, before I began to pull away – not wanting to smudge too much of her favourite red lipstick. Kendall, however, had other ideas. Gently, she held the back of my neck with one hand, keeping me close.

"I love having you this close babe," she spoke gently, her warm breath hitting my lips. These simple words from my girlfriend made me forget any worries I previously had, and instead focus all of my attention upon the beautiful girl before me. Kendall was eighteen, and just days ago she had graduated from our high school. Today was her graduation party, and while I regretted being unable to go with her, I cherished the time we had before it. 

Shortly after, she left. I was leaning against a wall in Kendall's bedroom, rather overwhelmed by everything. I realised that graduation meant my girlfriend would soon be chasing a career, and that my adventure loving Kenny most likely would not be staying in Los Angeles forever. I couldn't believe how quickly I'd become addicted to the girl - she was my drug. We had come far in our relationship, but while I was in her room, where she had left me, I realised that the majority of Kendall's family had no idea I was here, mirroring how little they knew of my presence in the girl's life. 

Unsure of where to go, I soon found myself stood before Kylie's bedroom door. "Knock knock," I called instead of actually knocking, knowing the door would most likely be flung open soon anyway. I watched as my best friend's face lit up as she saw me.

"Y/N/N!" She squealed, pulling me in for a tight hug. I felt my body relax into her arms, but as she pulled away she looked at me with care.

"It's me!" I tried weakly, I watched as her face softened, understanding me completely, but not pushing me to talk.

"Let's go out," she decided with a grin. Taking my hand in hers, she led me past her unsuspecting father, past a grinning Kris Jenner, straight to her car. Revving the engine, she drove off quickly. I fiddled with the music playing in her car, trying to decide what to play.

"What're you feeling Ky," I asked the girl beside me. For a brief moment, she took her eyes off the road to offer me a smile.

"Whatever you're feeling baby," she answered with a wink, making me laugh and feel slightly better.

****

We pulled up in front of a small liquor store, the neon blue sign illuminating the street before it. Kylie began to rummage around the small compartments in the car, smiling once she had found the two small cards she had been searching for.

"Shall we go, Ashley?" Kylie asked, briefly glancing at one of the fake identification cards in her hand. I giggled at the act we had become beyond comfortable with.

"Follow me, Jessica," I replied with a small wink. As we ran through the isles, we collected various bottles which were soon presented to the shady looking old man behind the counter. Kylie quickly added a packet of cigarettes to the pile, winking at me when I noticed. Without bothering to question our age, the man bagged the bottles and picked up the money we placed on the counter. However, his glance at the slight cleavage Kylie's shirt showed was too long for my liking. After picking up the bags, I swiftly pulled my friend out of the store as we returned to the car.

Kylie insisted that she wasn't trying to get us killed, and so refused to drink until we were home. After fumbling with the lid, I finally managed to open a bottle of tequila, and let the alcohol burn my throat as I brought the bottle to my lips and threw my head back slightly. Before we made it home, I made Kylie stop in front of a tattoo studio so that she could drink with me, insisting that it was boring to drink alone. Taking a bottle of vodka in her hands, she tapped the neck of the glass bottle against mine, before chugging away.

****

Before we knew it we found ourselves stumbling in through the entrance of the tattoo studio. While drunk, I appeared to believe I needed a tattoo of my girlfriend's name. Ryo, our tattoo artist easily translated 'Kendall' into Japanese, a language I could neither read nor speak, which I found being inked vertically down the centre of my back.

"SHIT, oh my god Ky, why the fuck did you let me do this," I whined as the needle continued to work its way down my back. Kylie simply laughed from her chair next to me, watching in awe as the man with the ink worked away.

Comparatively, the small heart Kylie had inked onto her forearm was much less painful. I wasn't entirely sure whether Ryo knew he was inking two underage girls, but regardless, he was caring enough to make sure that we weren't driving in the state we were in.

"I could call you a cab or call someone to pick you up?" He suggested, scratching the back of his head. Kylie shook her head seriously, taking the man's hand in her own.

"You, are very hot, but I brought my car," she responded, maintaining her serious expression. In hindsight, this was stupid, and rather dangerous, but Ryo seemed friendly enough. I threw him the keys to Kylie's car and directed him to the house while he drove us there. With a smile, he helped us out of the car, and pushed a small note into my hand before waving as he began his walk home.

Once we made it to Kylie's bedroom, the drinking resumed. We found ourselves pouring different spirits into various glasses, before giving up and aiming the bottles straight into our mouths. Kylie opened the door to her balcony so that she could smoke, but I decided to decline when she offered the packet to me, knowing that my girlfriend hated smoking.

Once Kylie had fallen asleep, I tried to pull her to her bed, stumbling slightly thanks to my drunken state. Hiding all the bottles in sight in Kylie's cupboard, I smiled to myself as I decided I had covered our tracks.

The last thing I recall happening was me pulling off my tight jeans, before cuddling up next to my best friend.