About U || A Lil Peep Fanfic

*Chapter Twelve*

     I pulled my laptop out of my bag and sat it on the bed beside me. Owen took a seat at my desk and rolled the chair around to look at me. "Aye, so... I know a guy who's having a party tonight. You wanna go?" I raised a brow. "On a Monday night?" I asked. Owen nodded. "Cops don't predict that shit. We won't get shut down on a Monday," she explained, laughing. I mouthed an "oh" and gave a half frown. "I mean... you can go. I'm not sneaking out though."

Owen gave me a look. "I got the weed though," she wined. "C'mon, live a little, will ya?" I rolled my eyes and sighed. "What time's the party," I asked unhappily. Owen clapped her hands and grinned. "Hey," I began. "That doesn't mean I'm going. I asked what time it was." She put up a finger, telling me to wait a second. A few minutes later, she looked back up at me. "Starts at 1:30, ends at 5."

"Oh, no," I said, almost laughing. "I am not staying up 'til five in the fucking morning.

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I closed the car door quietly and hoped nobody inside heard. It's not that I was exactly convinced to go to this fuckass party. More like forced. I pulled out of the neighborhood. "Turn left after the stop sign, and then left again after the light." I followed Owen's directions, and soon enough, we arrived at a small house with a driveway packed with cars.

I was wearing a nicer shirt than earlier, and pair of jeans. Nothing really extravagant. Owen took one of my nicer shirts and a pair of black jeans, and of course, the weed. I parked next to a motorcycle and turned off the engine. While reaching behind me to get a jacket from the back seat, I hid my bag and anything close to valuable under the driver's seat. You can never be too careful. I felt Owen shove something in my jacket pocket once we made our way to the front door.

"Don't tell anyone you have that. They'll try to buy it from ya."

I nodded and shoved my hand in the other pocket. "Wait..." I began. "Why don't you just wear it? I-Ion want it." Owen rolled her eyes and fumbled with a chain around her neck. "Just keep it with you. They'd expect me to have something like that. I'll find ya if I need it."

We made our way inside the house and Owen led us to a group of guys sitting around a table. "Aye Ross," she said to a guy with dreads. He responded with a smile and reached out to grab her hand. "Who's this?" he asked, looking at me. I smiled shyly and crossed my arms. "Mazie. Nice meetin' ya." I tried to sound as casual as possible—an obvious fail. Ross nodded and introduced himself and a few of his friends, then turned back to Owen. I didn't want to be in the way.

"Aye, imma be in there if you need me," I said to her. I motioned toward the living room. It was small and was decorated lightly with a simple leather couch and a tv that stood on a shelf. Owen nodded and gave her attention back to Ross. I made my way over to the couch and sat down, pulling out my phone.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone stand from across the room. I panicked as they walked toward me, stopping directly in front of where I was sitting... just inches away. I noticed the jeans and flannel button-up before I saw the the beer in his hand.

What shocked me the most was the loud "wassup bitch" in a strong southern accent. He definitely wasn't from the north. I couldn't help but laugh as I looked up and saw mutton chops and broken front teeth. Cute, broken front teeth. I answered his "wassup bitch" with a shy shrug and a smile. Homeboy didn't stop there though. "What's ya name?"

"Mazie," I replied casually, sitting up straight and crossing my legs. "What about you?" He took a swig of the beer in his hand. "Ethan. Erryone calls me Cletus though." I held back a laugh. "Where are you from?" I asked with a smile. "Down south," he replied. "Can I sit?" I nodded and motioned to the seat beside me.