(Not proof read)
So, my dad and I are kind of in a little tiff. You see, I'm a little bit of a punk and he does not like that. Today I was invited to a party by my good friend, Tyler, and this party was sure to have lots of drinks and drugs! I was super excited but I had to be there by 6:30pm and it was already 6:20! I ran downstairs, into the living room, where I saw my dad, Mikey, and my uncles.
I ran to the front door, stealing my dad's car keys, and running to his car.
"Where do you think you're going?!" My dad yelled.
"Out!!" I yelled back, smirking at my smart ass attitude. I started the car and drove to Tyler's house.
I saw his house with a bunch of people outside and I could hear the music from down the street. A big smile appeared on my face as I drove up to my special parking spot right in front of the house. Tyler made sure he had that spot reserved for me because he and I were super close.
I stepped out of the car and walked in the house, bumping in to a few drunks occasionally. I saw Tyler and his boyfriend, Josh, sitting on the couch, doing shots. I guess they were a having a 'who can drink the most' competition.
"Guys, where's the drinks?!" I yelled to them. Josh looked at me and pointed to the cooler behind me.
"There's vodka and shit in one of the cabinets in the kitchen. I nodded my head and ran to the kitchen, wanting to get my hands on the bottle of vodka. I searched the cabinet until I finally found the bottle. I opened it up and took a big swig.
I saw my friend, Pete, approaching me with a lit up joint.
"Hey Y/n, take a drag for the picture!" He said, smirking with those eyes of his. Patrick came up behind him with his phone to take the pic. I took the joint in my mouth and wrapped my arm around Pete's shoulder. We smiled and Patrick took the picture, posting it to his snapchat.
"So what are you planning to do at this party?" Pete asked me.
"Not much, just get high and a little tipsy." I said, taking a drag of my joint.
"Well," Pete said, putting his hands on my hips, "Would you wanna do something a little more fun?" He whispered, I felt his breath on my lips as I looked into his eyes. Pete and I were always really close and we always joked about wanting to fuck each other but I never thought it would happen.
"Well, that all depends on if you have a-"
"Yes, I have one." Pete said, cutting me off and pulling out a condom from his pant pocket. I smiled and bit my lip. Our faces came closer to each other and I kissed him.
"Before I do this, would you wanna be my girlfriend?" Pete asked.
"Pete, you're drunk." I said, looking down in shame.
"I'm not, Y/n. I had one drink, trust me." I thought about it for a few seconds. Then a smile crept onto my face and I nodded my head. Pete beamed with happiness and kissed me, picking me up and bringing me to Tyler's bedroom.
He layed me down on the bed and looked over my body. Lust filled his eyes as he unbutton my jeans. I closed my eyes, enjoying this moment. I quickly took off my shirt, he did the same. Soon we were completely naked and Pete was putting his condom on. He thrusted into me slowly. I moaned, the pleasure was overwhelming.
"Fuck, Pete." I whispered.
"You don't have to keep it in, baby, we have the whole room to ourselves." Pete said smirking.
Soon the only sound in the room was our moans. I was close to my climax and I could tell that Pete was too.
"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!" Pete yelled.
"Me too, baby!" I yelled. We both hit our climax and rode our orgasm slowly.
Once we were all dressed after that, I checked the time to see it was 3:47am. I should go home now.
"Pete, I'm gonna get home now, babe. " I said, hugging him.
"Okay, lets hangout tomorrow?" He asked, hope filling his eyes.
"Sure." I said, leaning forwards to kiss him. As I turned to walk away I felt someone slap my ass. I turned around in anger to see it was only Pete.
"Sorry, it was on my bucket list." Pete laughed.
"You innocent little boy." I said, laughing.
I went to my car-my dad's car and got in. I started the car and drove back to my house. I got to the driveway and parked the car, checking my phone in the process. I saw I had a text from Pete.
Pete: Love you... I was too nervous to say it in front of you😳
Y/n: I love you too, Pete☺️
I put my phone in my pocket and went to the front door. I took a deep breath and unlocked the door. I saw my dad on the couch.
"So, you gonna tell me where you went?" My dad said, he was clearly annoyed.
"Somewhere." I said, walking up to him.
"I smell alcohol on your breath, Y/n. This really has to stop. One day, your gonna be our partying and you'll drive home drunk and get into a car accident, Y/n!! You could die!!"
"Good! Maybe if I die I won't have to hear all you guys talking about how bad I am!!"
My dad looked shocked by my comment.
"Get upstairs." He said in a deep voice, he was pissed.
"Whatever." I ran upstairs and slammed my door. About an hour went by until I heard voices downstairs. I was curious as to what they were saying so I quietly opened my door and leaned on the stairs to listen.
"Maybe we should get her into a group home or something to get her under control." I knew that voice and it was Gerard.
"Yeah but what does that say about my parenting?" My dad questioned.
"It says that your daughter is such a drunk and druggie that you need more help." Frank said. I was majorly offended by that and ran downstairs to see them.
"Thanks! I'm SUCH a druggie! I need SO much help!" I yelled to Frank.
"Well what are you gonna do when the drugs take over, huh?" He said.
"Kill myself, it'll be easier than getting judged by you guys everyday! You guys expect me to be perfect! I'm sorry that I'm trying to take my mind off things but partying seems like the best option." Everyone stared at me for a moment.
"Why do you feel like that?" Ray asked.
"Cause no one really likes me. Everyone like you guys because you guys are SO famous and I'm just the little person that no one gives a fuck about!" I shook my head and went into the kitchen to get some water as my dad and uncles followed me.
"We don't have to put you in a group home if you can just stop with the drugs and drinking now. We can get you into therapy and you'll be okay." My dad said.
"I love how you think I'll be okay." I said, laughing at the thought.
"Why wouldn't you be?" Gerard asked.
"Cause it doesn't work like that."
"Can you at least try?" My dad pleaded. "I don't want to see you dying because of this." Everyone looked at me with hopeful faces, waiting for my agreement.
"I guess... I can try." I said, looking down. My dad came up to me and hugged me.
"Please... I need you to promise me."
"I promise, okay?" My dad looked at me and kissed my forehead. I cringed playfully and hugged him. For once, I felt like I was going to be okay.
A/N: This is a request by aurora_de_luca
I hope you like it cause I switched a few parts!
Stay safe, killjoys!
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P.S: I'M BACK FROM MY HIATUS!!
