Back In Black (Photograph Sequel)

Cell: 8

MeganNelson7 : Just so you know, you kinda guessed the plot of this chapter 😂

The music was blaring through the walls as the two approached the large house, knocking loudly on the door as to be heard.

It swung open, a familiar face breaking into a smile, "Michael! No way!"

"Hey, Meg." Michael smiled, him and Charlie stepping inside.

Michael and Meg had hung out several times in high school until they went to the camp and he hung out with the gang, due to Cas and Meg's awkward history.

Meg stumbled slightly as she lead them into the house.

As they walked down the thin entrance, there were couples kissing on the stairs to the right and one guy squirting whipped cream from the top step into the mouth of some guy stood beside the case.

They entered the living room, finding the party to be in full swing as someone was stood on the coffee table dancing, more people making out and loud laughs.

Michael began go feel slightly uncomfortable, never being in this kind of scene.

He recognised a couple of people from his classes and some from their high school, however none close enough that he would want to talk to.

Charlie grabbed his hand, pulling him into another room, which soon appeared to be the kitchen.

There was a barrel full of ice, beer bottles sticking out. A group of boys were in the dining part of the kitchen, leaning on the breakfast bar as they drank, some containing their liquor better than others.

Meg had disappeared back into the crowd now, but Charlie was sticking by his side to make sure he was alright.

"Come on, Mikey. You'll feel better once you get a drink down you," she told him, pulling out a bottle and opening it, passing it.

Michael didn't reply, instead just downed it empty,

"Yeah! Way to go!" Charlie grinned, doing the same.

The music was cranked higher and Michael smiled, determined to make this a fun night.

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Michael had lost Charlie now and was just wandering around and dancing, his head feeling light, but good.

Several girls tried to make out with him in their drunken state, but Michael refused them by saying, "Got to run, I'm gay,"

He tried to find the familiar red hair, but only finding Abbadon, the old school slut.

The night drew on, and eventually he began to feel dizzy. He held his head, looking around for somewhere to sit when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You okay?"

He turned at the familiar voice, his drunken head taking a second to figure who it was.

"Michael? What are you doing at a party?" He laughed.

"I...I..." he tried to remember why he was there, "I'm wallowing."

"Ooh." Jacob replied. "Who was she?"

"She was a he," Michael replied, looking around.

"You're gay?!"

"Extremely,"

"Are you looking for him now?"

"Nope, I'm looking for Charlie,"