Solangelo Oneshots

Kayla's Party

AN///Above is the picture Will has on his wall.

NPOV
I never should have agreed to come here. The music is loud and the building is crowded. My friend Kayla was throwing a party, and she told me that if I didn't come, she would steal my chicken nuggets. Looking back, I can and will admit that I should have let her take them and just gotten more nuggets, but I was hungry and I wasn't thinking straight.

A guy bumps into me, spilling his beer on my leg. "Sorry, man." He says in a deep voice. In the corner there are two shirtless people making out intensely. Get a room. In another corner, there's a guy puking in a fake potted plant. I see by the snack table, three party-goers in a fist fight. Is that really a snack table? Do tiny stale pretzels, three single Milk Duds, and room temperature beer count as snacks? I don't know, but I do know that I would rather die than drink that beer or chew one of those candies.

How are Kayla's parents allowing this? Are they just out of town? There's a girl chugging chocolate syrup. There's a guy trying to convince his friend to give him a penis piercing. Why would anyone want that? There's a gaggle of drunk girls loudly singing 'Do You Wanna Hang' from that musical. No one wants to hang with a sexy baby. That's just creepy. C'mon, Chloe. You're better than this.

I'm thinking more about that, when I get hit in the head with a solo cup. That's it. I'm done, goodbye. It doesn't matter how many chicken nuggets Kayla takes from me, I will not stay in this hell hole for one more second.

Great. Just my luck. The door is blocked. Who even moves a couch in front of the only door? I decide to sneak up the stairs and just hide in one of the rooms up there until the party's done. The upstairs portion of the house was declared 'off limits' but I'm going to go up there anyway. I honestly have no idea how no one else is already up there. Maybe they don't know this house has an upstairs? Maybe they're too drunk to care.

Either way, I bravely climb up the stairs and sneak into the upstairs hallway. It's already so much quieter. And there are so many baby pictures. Kayla never told me she had a brother.

I try to open a door. Locked. I go to Kayla's bedroom door and try to open it, but it's also locked. And the door to the bathroom is covered in a weird purple substance that looked a bit like grape jelly. There's one room left. I open the door.

There's a boy, about my age, sitting on his bed, giving himself a pedicure. He has on a panda bear face mask and Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2 pajama pants. He looks up and screams. "Aaah! What the flippity floppity fuck?" He screams.
"I'm so sorry! I'll go! Argh!"
"Did you just say argh? Like a fucking pirate?"
"I'm panicking! I just walked in on you with foot things in between your toes! I didn't even know until earlier that Kayla had a brother!"
"Um, rude," The blond haired boy says with as much regained composure as possible, "They are called toe separators. They're good for your feet. I'm not going to have bad feet because you can't handle toe etiquette! Back off, man!"
"I was trying to escape the party." I say.
He nods. "I get that. You can escape the party with me, as long as you don't mind the smell of nail polish."
"Thanks. I will."
I look around his room. It's nice. Cream colored walls, a poster of what I assume is him as a My Little Pony, a peanut shaped jar full of vanilla flavored tootsie rolls.

"Woah woah woah. Hang on. You've never watched Beverly Hills Chihuahuas 2?"
"Honestly, Will, I haven't even see Beverly Hills Chihuahuas 1."
"Oh my god! We need to watch it right now! I'll go- dang it. My DVDs are downstairs."
"That's fine. We can watch them some other time."
"Like, on a date?"
"I mean.... I could be? What would you say if I said it was."
"I would say that I'd love to. But you didn't ask, sooo.... you still have to do that. I don't make the rules."
"You drive a hard bargain. Will, would you be my boyfriend?"
"I would love that."