simplicity ✩ pm

eight

dahlia's outfit:

grace's outfit:

elle's outfit:

cynthia's outfit:

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elle's pov
we finished getting ready and we were walking down the stairs, laughing.
"we look so good, the guys finna be shook." dahlia screamed. we all walked downstairs to find people starting to get there and music blaring loud through the speakers. we all parted and i walked to the kitchen and began filling a red solo cup when brandon walked through the door.
"elle, you look amazing." he said, his jaw dropped. i smiled and laughed.
"thanks love." i walked over and leaned in to kiss him when we were interrupted by the door opening.
"oh my gosh, hi! what a coincidence, hi brandy." charlotte said, resting her arm on brandon's shoulder shortly before he pushed it off.
"hi, char." he said, his arm slightly easing up. what the fuck?
"how you doin, baby? oh, and hi ella, i hardly noticed you.." she said, smiling wickedly. jesus christ this girl.
"i'm alright, see you around?" he asked, smirking. i rolled my eyes and walked away, finding a seat on the couch next to edwin.
"well damn, pretty girl. you out here makin my egg lookin ass sweat." he said, laughing. i returned the laughter shortly before brandon and charlotte walked in. i hadn't noticed, but edwin's arm was over me and we were chatting while brandon watched from a distance. this was weird, but i kind of enjoyed the chase again. jealousy burned through the room from everyone individually, i stayed smiling the entire time. i guess it was time to get my flirt on. i grabbed his hand and led him to the floor while i danced seductively. he licked his lips and grabbed my hips as we faded into the mush ofbodies around us. my eyes moved over to brandon, who was sitting in a corner with charlotte on his lap. well shit, i thought. whatever honestly, ima have fun tonight. edwin and i kept dancing until we eventually tired ourselves out and sat at the bar stools with empty beer cans spread all around us. we slurred our words and laughed, and before i knew it, my shirt was off and i was dancing on the table top. i felt loose, i felt free. i was actually happy, like i was no longer the shy girl in the back of the room. everyone was screaming and cheering me on when brandon walked in and picked me up from off the table.
"elle, you're fucking drunk. come on, let's get you out of here." he said, slipping my shirt back over my head.
"no brandon, go back to charlotte and leave me alone. in fact, i feel like dancing again." i said, walking away as edwin followed. my mind was swirling as the music blared in my ears.
cynthia's pov
"well i'll be damned, it's the austin porter." i said laughing. he turned around, his drink spilling all over me.
"woah, oh my god i'm so sorry. cynthia, right? i'll help you clean up." he said, grabbing my hand and running to the bathroom. he shut the door behind him and i sat on the sink while he grabbed a towel.
"so, are you joining the dahlia's channel?" he asked. i scoffed.
"yeah i just might be." i said as his eyes flickered up, meeting mine. i stood up and walked toward him as he began to take steps back.
"cyn, im with dahlia." he gulped.
"who's gonna tell her, baby?" i asked. he was temptingly close, his breath hitching as i placed his hand on his neck and pulled him closer. i felt his soft pink lips brush against mine just slightly when the door burst open.
"oh sorry, the door wasn't locked." dahlia said, shocked but not surprised? (ok, mood.)
dahlia's pov
i must've accidentally walked in on something happening between cynthia and austin, but i was too intoxicated to realize. i shrugged and walked off into the room, which was packed to the max with kids flooding their bodies with alcohol and marijuana. i walked over to a kid holding a joint and took 3 deep inhales. before i knew it, i was instantly relaxed. i was standing in the kitchen, desperately searching for food when austin ran in and grabbed my wrist.
"dahlia, can we talk about what you saw? i want to explain myself." he said rushed. i pulled myself from his grip.
"no need to explain, austiiiiiin. you didn't want what we had, you want something more open, and-and i f-feel that so go back to cynthia and finish what you started. dont let me hold you back." i slurred, barely remembering his name.
"are you high or something?" he asked.
"yupppppp yup yup and drunk too. don't worry about me, we're done but have fun k!!" i accidentally yelled and walked away, leaving him standing alone. i swayed to the rhythm of the music and found myself pressed up against someone behind me.
"you really know how to move." he whispered, sending chills down my spine. i giggled and spun around to find a tall guy with light brown hair and his hands gripping my waist as the music guided us. i reached up and ran my fingers through his hair as our lips soon connected, and fire spread through the dance floor. we soon moved off the dance floor to the outside area and began making out once again when brandon came out and started yelling.
"noah, what the fuck? you know she's cuffed, why you frontin on porter bro?" he said with anger.
"i didn't know she had a mans, my fucking bad b." he screamed.
"guys, shut up. y-yourrr being too loud." i said quickly before accidentally falling into the pool. brandon and noah panicked but soon joined me, then zion walked outside.
"oooh, i wanna come!" he jumped in, splashing everywhere. after a few minutes, everyone joined and we were all splashing around for awhile when austin grabbed my arm and pulled me to a nearby ledge in the pool.
"dahlia, listen to me. i know you're crossed right now, but listen as best as you can. i didn't want things to end, please don't end them." he said, almost brought to tears. i giggled, barely understanding what he said.
"youuu you wouldn't kiss her if you didn't want to, aust." i said, almost feeling sober and for a second. he sighed and looked down.
"she cane onto me, but that's no excuse. the truth is, i'm afraid to love you and im afraid to be loved. i messed up out of fear. i'm sorry, dahlia. but i don't wanna be afraid because i do love you." he said, pulling me in a kissing me passionately. i pulled away for a moment before yanking him underwater with me. we came up shortly, laughing as i slung my arms around his neck.
"i forgive you porter. maybe just because i'm drunk, but consider yourself lucky." i said, smiling. at about 4 am, when everyone had officially left, everyone that lived in the house layed in a circle on the floor.
"guys, i'm actually really afraid. i'm terrified of graduating, of getting through the rest of life. my anxiety is such a bitch recently." i said, covering my face in a pillow. austin reached his arm over to me and engulfed me into a huge hug, his warm scent filling my nose as i buried my face in his chest.
"i'm afraid too. i can't believe we're graduating in two months. but honestly, you're gonna get so far with your writing. and grace is gonna be a psychologist, elle is gonna be a fashion designer, we're gonna go on with our band, it's all gonna be good, dahli." brandon spoke softly. we all chatted on for awhile until eventually everyone, apparently besides brandon, fell asleep. i was sitting on the edge of the couch, the floor covered in bodies with only a faint sound of snores filling the room. i watched the sun rise just lightly when i heard someone rustling in the office room. i got up and walked to the computers to see brandon with headphones on, moving tracks around and tapping his fingers to the beat on the edge of the desk. i knocked lightly on the door frame, causing him to snap out of his trance.
"why are you still awake?" brandon asked, yawning. i shrugged.
"anxiety keeps me up most nights." i said, looking down. he gave a concerned look and walked closer to me.
"hey, you're gonna be fine. we all are. don't stress, things are gonna be good so soon dahlia." he said, wrapping his arms around me. thank god for b, i thought. i sat down and helped him edit their new song called "Hello" and before i knew it, i was knocked out as the sun began to shine brightly.
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