Bad Habit // Machine Gun Kelly

Chapter 6

I put on my black and white checkered crop top, black shorts, and my white vans. I put my hair in a bun and put on makeup as Paisley walked in my
room.

"You look hot as fuck!" Paisley yelled as I stood up.

"So do you." I told her.

"Colson's gonna be all over you." She said. Sam walked in too looking like a stripper.

"Sam, we're going to a rave not applying for a job at the closest strip club." Paisley said.

"I can fix this." I said. She wore a holographic bralette and shorts so I grabbed a holographic jacket and threw it at her along with heeled boots and gave them to her.

"Better?" Sam asked. Me and Paisley looked at her, examining her outfit.

"That'll do." I said.

Christian knocked on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled. He walked through the door wearing a black tank top, black ripped jeans and a yellow bandana on his head.

"You look cute." Paisley told him.

"Lookin good Chris!" I yelled.

"Okay Christian!" Sam said.

"Thanks. You all look fantastic." He told us.

"When are we leaving?" Sam asked.

"In an hour, I think." I replied.

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We all walked into the rave and the smell of alcohol and weed hit me in the face like a ton of bricks.

Colson grabbed my hand and brought me over to the bar where he got me a drink then dragged me to the dance floor. A man walked up to us with a blunt in his hand.

"Y'all want a hit?" He asked us. Me and Colson looked at each other.

"No thanks. We got our own." Colson said. The man rolled his eyes and walked away.

"No we don't." I said.

"Rook does. Never accept weed from anyone who comes here. It's all pretty much laced with something." He told me. I nodded.

Later, me and Colson linked up with Sam, Rook, Paisley and Christian in a room upstairs where we smoked a bowl and talked, getting to know everyone a bit more.

It was getting late and we were all drunk as fuck. I, of course, was the worst. Go big or go home.

I walked up to Paisley and dragged her to the dance floor where we jumped around like idiots. Sam joined in and so did Christian and soon everyone we came with was joining in with us.

Colson grabbed my hand and spun me around, but me being a cluts, fell on my ass. He quickly helped me up and brushed off my black shorts.

"Thanks." I slurred.

"We need to get you home." He said.

"No you don't. We're having fun."

"Paisley, grab her. I'll get her bag." They gathered up everything and walked out of the building. Paisley was also tripping over her own feet. She grabbed my hand and we started skipping to the van that we came in.

"You two are something else." Rook laughed.

"No I'm Patrick!" Paisley yelled.

"Oh my god." Sam muttered.

"You got a problem?" I asked.

"No you guys are-nevermind."

"No no. Say it." Paisley said. Sam laughed.

"You two are hilarious when you're drunk."

"Thank you." We both said. "Jinx!" We glared at each other. "You owe me a beer."

"Shut up you owe me one." I said.

"No you owe me one."

"No one is getting a beer." Sam said.

"You're not in this!" We both yelled.

"Go to sleep." Colson said.

"I'm not tired." I replied.

"Oh well." I glared at him. "Will you go to sleep if I sleep with you tonight?" I nodded. "Okay."