𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 ✾ (𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐞)

NINE !

DIFFERENT !

USING MY Mega sneaking skills, i creeped out of my room, which brought me to the upstairs hallway. my head spun, thanks to the large bottle of alcohol i'd consumed after everyone went to sleep.

i gently leaned over the balcony-type thing, observing johnny, who was scrolling through is phone on the couch downstairs.

fortunately, i managed to get down the steps without them creaking. "hey, boy." he jumped a bit, probably not expecting to see me.

"what do you want?" he rolled his eyes.

"nothing, can't i just talk to my new friend at night? alone?" i grinned, looking around the living room. "where's your sister?"

"lauren?" he asked, "she's up in nadia's room. they're best friends." he clicked the power button on his phone, and the blinding glow on his face faded. now, it was pitch black.

i sat on the couch seat next to him, awfully close. "you even look cute in the dark," i chuckled, touching his shoulder.

he pushed my hand away, gulping. "i thought you had a thing for noah."

"noah? no way, he's my friend. but you, you're my very, very attractive friend," i slurred.

"mackenzie, are you drunk? natalie is going to seriously kill you," his eyebrows raised, wrinkles forming on his forehead, eyes growing huge. my heart fluttered a bit.

i slouched further into the couch, "i don't care," i began to count months on my fingers. january, february, march, april, may, june. "six months and i'm out of here, anyways."

"go to sleep, dumbass. you're like, seventeen. you shouldn't be drinking, let alone getting drunk," he shoved me to the other side of the couch.

i said what immediately came to mind, not thinking. "domestic abuse! domestic abuse!" it was followed by a loud cackle.

"mackenzie, stop. we aren't dating- or married. go upstairs."

at this point, whatever came out of my mouth got weirder by the minute. i couldn't control it. "are you breaking up with me, johnny?" i stood up off the couch. "who am i kidding, you'd never break up with me. night, johnny," i waved, walking back up the stairs.

little did my drunk mind realize, i left a confused, smiling johnny in the living room.