Peter pan/ Robbie Kay imagines

But you cant be sad at a Party

Y/N's p.o.v.
I could barely hear myself thinking over the loud music and the various groups of people trying to talk amongst themselves by yelling over it and each other. I found myself sitting on a bench, between a ridiculous amount of food and enough drinks to keep us hydrated in an apocalypse for years, not that half of everyone here would survive for that long. "Y/N, you doing okay?" Your friend, Y/F/N, says smiling as she pours herself yet another glass of vodka and lemonade, with like 90% vodka. I nod, running my finger over the rim of the plastic red cup, "Yeah. But you left me as soon as people got here, you said you wouldn't!" I say loudly, trying to talk over the music, failing epically. "I know. But Y/N, there are a lot of people here, I need to make sure I say hello to everyone! Don't want to be a rude host" I roll my eyes as she dances away from me, disappearing in the crowd. "Great. Alone again" I sigh, tossing my cup into the bin beside me.
Robbie's p.o.v.
"So why do I have to come to this party again?" I ask closely trailing behind Cole, a friend from school who lives next door, "because, Robbie, if I want to get in with Y/F/N, then I need to be the one who takes care of her when she's too drunk to stand. Her knight in shining armour if you will" Cole says. Y/F/N was hosting this party. And Cole likes Y/F/N. So, wherever Y/F/N is and there's a party, Cole follows. "Okay, but why do I need to be dragged to this?" "You're going to be my wingman. Make me sound and look good in front of Y/F/N. Not that I need help to look good, but you catch my drift" "sure" We arrived at Y/F/N's house to find various groups of people spread throughout the yard.
Y/N's p.o.v.
A few hours later and I was still sitting on the bench alone. My plastic cup had been switched out for an empty bottle of who knows what, Y/F/N took the labels off all the bottles saying it would "make things more interesting", even after I had been protesting, she went ahead and did it anyway. Why am I here? I didn't want to come in the first place so why am I here. My thoughts were interrupted by a strangely familiar face. "You're Y/F/N's friend, right? Is she around?" The boy with sandy blonde hair spoke, taking one of the plastic cups and bringing to his lips, "Uhh, it's her house. And her party. What do you think?" I say, placing my glass bottle next to my lap. "Fierce. I like it. But, I'm here for one reason and one reason only. Your friend" he says making guns with his thumb and index fingers, before getting lost in the crowd. I shake my head, my eyes focusing on the boy who was next to him. "You gonna start on me and all too?" He shakes his head, "No, wouldn't dream of it. I don't even wanna be here" he says, "Robbie? Right? I think we have 4th period English together? Mr Reynolds?" "Uhh, yeah. I sit two seats in front of you" I pat the bench, implying that he jumps up and sit with me. "Y/N". "Sorry if I came off as rude just now, I'm not really in the mood to put up with people's shit. Been a rough few weeks" Robbie looks at me blankly, "but it's a party. You can't be sad at a party!" "You can be if you don't want to be here" "Then why come, Y/N?" I sigh, once again playing with an empty red plastic cup. "Because, Y/F/N thought it would be a good idea for me to come, keep my mind off of everything" he nods softly "so we're both a a party that neither one of us wants to be at?" He says cocking his eyebrows at me, I nod, sighing for what feels like the millionth time tonight. "You want to go get some food? With me?" "I could go for something to eat, yeah" I say nodding, tossing yet another empty cup into the bin beside my feet, "cool" Robbie says doing the same, "help me down please?" I say sliding my butt closer to the edge of the bench and reach my hand out for Robbie to help me down. And from that night, Robbie and I had been best friends ever since.