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five

Michael and I talked extrensively on the way to Joey's party. "I dont even know who Joey is." I giggled and facepalmed. Michael took a turn and then started talking, never taking his eyes off the road. "Joey was a pot head who graduated two years ago but still hangs around. His parents are rich and theyre always gone so he uses his house to throw these big partied with booze and weed and all types of fucked up shit." He finished. I nodded and shrugged. Sounds fun.

We finally pulled up to Joey's house and there were cars everywhere. They lined the entire block. The house seemed to pulse with the music and the lights poured out of the windows. The door was open and the yard was littered with red Solo cups and people. Some lay passed out on the lawn, some sit, on the phones. "So, are you using me?" Michael asked while looking for a space to park. I raised an eyebrow. "You know, like a rebound or whatever." He finished. I shook my head, "No Michael, I just wanted a friend. Luke has been my only friend recently and I think Ashton is getting into his mind. I'm just tired of being sad and alone. Plus, Ash would never like me to hang out with the other guys in the band unless he was there." I unbuckled my seat belt and faced him in the drivers seat, serious now. He nodded and took a long breath. "I believe you." He said. "Now lets go party."

We hopped out of his Jeep and I walked next to him, his height clearly a larger number than mine. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, "If you need me to help you make Ashton jealous, Im totally down. I heard he would be here." Michael said, putting his arm down for me to link on to. I nodded and smiled at the kind gesture. I hadn't seen Ashton in a week, since he came to my house to ask for his stuff back.

His truck pulled up to my house as he hopped out and walked to my front door. I knew what he was here for because he texted me in advance. Part of me was hoping that he would realize what he was doing when he really stopped to look me in the eye, realize that I really love him and that it doesnt get much better than this. To realize that he meant the world to me, that he broke me and I could still find a way in my heart to forgive him.
But he didnt. He picked up his box and put it in his truck and left, muttering a bland "Thanks." I cried all day that day.

I shuddered at the remembrance of that rainy Saturday afternoon and ran a hand through my lilac locks. Michael looked at me, waiting on my answer. I had just realized we made it to the entrance of the lively party which seemed to have a pulse of its own. I looked up at Michael, "Let's do it."

Michael leaned to my ear to tell me, over the loud music, that he was gonna get us some punch that would definitely be spiked and I nodded. He dished through the crowd and I looked around. The air was foggy from teens vaping and the weed clouds flooding the house. Bottles of liquor sat on coffee tables, counters, and the floor. I saw Michael's tall figure make its way back towards me. He handed me a red solo cup filled with a req liquid that couldnt be good for me. I looked at him and he looked at me, we cheered our cups and chugged.

3 cups and a blunt Mike pulled from his pocket later and the party was a lot more fun than it was when we first showed up. Mike was telling me some bizarre story about a donut and a pug and I laughed so hard I snorted. If I told you I knew what he was saying, I would be lying. We remained in our little corner for most of the night until Mike looked at his phone and glanced it toward me to show me the time. 1 O clock. "We should probably go." Mike said. I nodded, "I'm gonna hit the bathroom." He nodded now.

I walked towards the signs that read 'bathroom' on the wal that was written in notebook paper and sharpie. I turned a corner to see a couch with the one and only Ashton Irwin on it, tongue fucking Amelia. I stopped in my tracks and through the drinks more than ever- I felt nauseous. I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door, screaming into my fists. "Why me!?" I screamed, hitting the wall with my fists. I rinsed my face off and peed and washed my hands. I didnt know how long it had been but I gathered myself and walked out of the bathroom, bracing myself for whatever.

Amelia stood there, smirking at me. "I know you saw it, I can see the tears in your eyes. Ashton is mine now. He loves me and we have fun. You're sad coming to the party alone. Even Luke rejected you!" She spat. I looked in jer eyes and she laughed and before I could stop it my hand flew up and slapped her cheek with everything I had in me. She flew to the ground, holding her cheek. My eyes widened as the sound of the slap and her scream echoed through the house. Everyone began staring and Amelia screamed, getting up, "I'm gonna fucking kill you, slut!" I giggled until she grabbed my hair. The echoes of the word "Fight!" blasted through the house now as Amelia's fake nails clawed at my face. I punched her, knocking her to the floor again. Her heels and dress were extremely inconvenient compared to my Vans and jeans.

I looked up to see three guys fly around the corner. Michael, Luke, and Ashton all flew around the corner, pushing through the crowd. "Uh oh." I mumbled, putting my hair into a quick bun now. I straddled Amelia's waist and grabbed her hair, lifting her up to my face. "You ever try some trick shit on me again, ill beat your fucking ass, bitch." I pushed her back onto the ground and stood up. Luke got to me first, Ashton went to Amelia, then Michael got to me. "What is up with you?! Are you hurt?!" Luke raised his hands to examine my face. I smacked his hands away, remembering his sudden exit from Friday. Michael pushed past Luke and picked me up, running to the back door after screaming "Cops!" The entire party flooded out of the exits of the house, even windows, as Mike ran down the street with me over his shoulder. I giggled and held onto his torso. He opened the door and slid me into the passenger side as he ran over to the driver's side.

We laughed for 10 minutes straight. "Oh my God! You really showed that bitch! In all the stories I read, the girl usually just goes home and cries!" He exclaimed. I laughed harder and shrugged, grabbing a napkin out of the glove compartment to ipe the blood off my lip. Mike took the lid off his Jeep and we drove to McDonalds. We ate burgers, fries, and milkshakes in my drive way. "I better get going." Mike said, throwing the last cheeseburger wrapper at me. I frowned but nodded. I leaned over in the passenger seat and pecked his cheek. "Thank you, Mikey." He grinned and nodded, "No problem, friend."