Froy From The Party.

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Requested by wildheartbrina, sorry if it's bad but I hope you enjoy.

Briana's pov°

I rolled my eyes and sighed as the brunnete boy walked away after trying multiple times to get my number.

However, just as I was about to pick up the drink the said brunette boy had poured me I heard someone speaking loudly behind me.

"I wouldn't drink that if I were you. I saw some one put something in it."

When I turned around i was met by a blonde boy with vibrant blue eyes. He gave me a large smile as he looked at me and then what I was wearing.

"Hi, im Froy."

At that point, I was partially glad that my friend Molly had dragged me here, when on a normal Friday night I would be at home binge watching a tv that I had seen too many times before.

As I looked at him and took in what he was wearing I heard him clear his throat, it had drawn my attention back up to his structured face.

"Oh sorry, I'm Briana."

His smiled widened, if that was even possible, and went to speak again. Just as he opened his mouth someone had knocked into him, therefore causing him to bump into me, it was a typical thing to happen if I'm honest.

As I stumbled back and nearly fell over due to it , his hands reached out and caught me before it could actually happen. His hands were resting on my hips as I thanked him.

"No problem, Bri. Wouldn't want you to fall and hurt that pretty face of yours."

A small giggle fell from my lips as his words met my ears, "I wouldn't say that I'm pretty but thanks Froy."

He gave me another smile before he looked over my head, as I turned to see what he was looking at I saw some people, who I assume are his friends, waving him over. His hands fell from my hips and he took a step away from me.

"Well I've got to go, but before I do, do you think I could get your number. You know so that I can see you again?"

I gave him a smile this time and nodded while giving him my phone.

After he put in his number he leaned down and gave me a kiss on my cheek. A soft blush coated my cheek and I looked down to my phone where I saw his contact.

He had saved it under, Froy from the party.

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