the rooftop / g.d

7

REN'S POV

"A party?" I ask Grayson as we stand in front of a noisy building. "How original." I inhale the smoke of my cigarette.

"It's spontaneous." He defends himself and I laugh. 

I like Grayson's attitude and his sudden change in mood to have a zest for life, well tonight.

We've been walking through the streets trying to find something to do for half an hour. We didn't really plan anything, it's all spur of the moment tonight. 

We were about to pass this house until we heard the blasting of music and Grayson suggested we crash it.

"Fine. Come on." I step on the remainder of the cigarette, taking a step towards the building before I stop. Fuck, what are we doing? "How could we just assume it's a party? Who knows who lives here?" I begin to worry and Grayson sighs.

"We don't have to go in." He proposes.

No. It's New Year's Eve. This is the one night of the year where we can do anything we went simply because of the occasion. 

 I walk into the building, the music getting louder. I feel Grayson stand beside me and we both wear stunned expressions. It's a costume party, although everyone here looks the same age as us, thankfully.

"Shit. We're gonna be thrown out." Grayson mutters, thinking the exact same thing I am. It's hard to blend in.

Thankfully, no one has noticed us, at least not yet. They're all too busy dancing or drinking from red solo cups. 

Even if we do get caught crashing the party, who's going to kick us out on New Year's Eve? Feeling my confidence return, I grab Grayson's arm.

"Do you drink?" I ask him and he shakes his head. Is he kidding? He's 21 and he doesn't drink? "That's going to change tonight." I smirk and he laughs.

It took us a couple minutes before we could find a kitchen. It was already occupied by a couple sucking face, but they barley noticed our presence. 

Couples really make me sick. No, PDA makes me sick.

I grab two cups, filling them up with hard liquor and mixing them with juice. I don't want to overload Grayson with vodka as his first drink.

"You know how to mix drinks? You're only 20." He states and I laugh, taking a long sip of my drink.

"It's called a fake ID." I shove his drink into his hands. He stares at it with contemplation. "We're celebrating the Earth's orbit, remember?" I tilt my head for dramatic effect, wanting him to forget about his current problems and have fun.

He takes a deep breathe before chugging all the contents in the cup. I stare at him in shock. 

I didn't think he'd chug the whole thing. Damn, he just keeps on surprising me. He slams the cup on the bench, letting out a cough. I can't help but laugh at his actions.

"Well, fuck, Gray." I breathe out with a chuckle, drinking the rest of my cup. "You put me to shame."

"How long have you been drinking?" He suddenly asks. No one has asked me this before and I don't know why, but the answer makes me feel insecure.

"A while." I don't want to tell him exactly how long. I want to get past it. It was pretty much the same time I started smoking. "How have you never touched alcohol before?" I shift the subject to him.

"Like I said, I'm trying to get my life on track." He shrugs. I stare at him, trying to read his mind. What happened so badly in his life that he needs to get his life on track? "What?"