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Leondre's POV:
I finally arrive outside Harvey's apartment. The rain is still pouring down over the town as I knock on the door. I haven't heard anything from Charlie yet, he promised he would text me when he had arrived at the party... I hope he's okay.

The door open and I see Harvey's familiar face.
"Hey, come in." He smile and open the door more so I can walk into the building.
"Thanks." I say as he closes the door behind me. I pull down my hood and pull off my muddy shoes. He walks into the kitchen and I stay in the doorway to the room.

"Mia will come by soon. Want something to drink?" Harvey asks without turning around to me.
"No, I'm fine. What did you want to tell me?" I ask a bit suspicious. He's acting weird. He's surely trying to act causal, but he's failing miserably.

"Trust me, you want something to drink. Coke?" He asks back, avoiding to answer my question. I sigh and sit down on a chair, knowing that this will take some time.
"Fine." I answer and he opens the fridge. He throws a coke over to me and I catch it. I place it on the table and look back up at Harvey. "So when are you going to tell me?"
"When Mia arrives." He replies and I pull out my phone from my pocket. This is going to take a while. I decide to text Charlie and see if he's okay while waiting. Hopefully he will reply.

Charlie's POV:
I pull up on a street that I finally recognize. It took me like half an hour to find the address, it has been a while since I visited Luke.
I see a lot of cars outside a big white house, that must be it. I park on the road outside someone else's house and turn off the engine. I open the car door, grab my keys and get out of the car. I lock it and start walking over to the white house. I walk over the big garden and then knock at the door.
I hear muffled music from inside the house and it doesn't take long until the door opens. I see a girl smirking in front of me.

I look behind her into the house and realize that the party is already full-on. It's people everywhere and the music is much louder now. It would have been way more fun if Leo would have come too.

"Hey." The girl grins.
"Hi." I greet her, trying not to show how uncomfortable I am. She takes a step closer to me and I see what she's trying to do.

"Wanna come with me upstairs?" She asks flirty, putting her arms on my shoulders, stroking them softly. Okay, ugh. I grab her wrists which makes her smirk even more, until I open my mouth.

"Sorry, but I'm not interested in girls." I say and let go of her. I walk past her and into the house, I can only imagine her surprised face right now. I have to try hard not to laugh.

I decide to try and find Luke, it's harder than I thought it would be. It's people literally everywhere. I make my way through the crowded hall and into the living room. I see some familiar faces, but not people I want to talk to. I sigh and turn around to walk back into the kitchen when I walk into to someone. I look up to see Mike.

"Oh, sorry I-" He starts, but then realizes it's just me. "Oh, hey bro."

He pulls me into a hug and I awkwardly hug him back.

"Hi." I answer slowly.

"Look, I'm sorry for what happened the other day... But can I at least buy you a drink?" He asks. I'm considering it for a while. I mean, I don't wanna be nice to him after what he did to Leo, or what Leo did to him, depending on how you see it. But Mike must have said something to trigger him, right?

But at the same time I don't want to be alone here... Maybe Mike can help me find Luke?

"Okay, sure." I reply and follow him into the kitchen. We get some drinks and hang out for a bit. After all we have been friends since high school and he has always been nice to me in his ways.

We talk for a while, getting more and more tipsy. My eyelids start to feel heavy and I can't control the words that comes out of my mouth any longer. I try stay focused and listen closely to every word Mike says, but I can't hear a thing. I get more and more unaware of what we're talking about.
All I can see is that Mike seems surprised and I hear myself answer "yeah". Did he ask a question? I don't know... It's probably the alcohol. I'm pretty sure that I won't remember this tomorrow...

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