𝑨𝑫𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬 * c.b

CHAPTER1; Party.

"Val!" My best friend called from her room of our shared apartment. I hear her footsteps get louder as she runs into my room and jumps on the bed next to me. "Brennen is having a massive party tonight to celebrate his 1 Mil! You need to come with me!" She says, grabbing my hand.

"Mmm okay I guess." I say, shrugging. "There were never parties in Florida."

I was from Florida, and so was my best friend Marie. She dragged me to Los Angeles because she "needed" to move here because of her Youtube career. I wasn't complaining though. It was nice here. A little loud sometimes, but it was nice.

Marie met Brennen about a year ago when we first moved here. Brennen was a good friend of mine too— I always shipped him with Mar. They did end up together, I think it's been like nine months or something but I don't keep track.

I got up and got ready for the party. I wore a dress that was a little form fitting but not bad. I did my hair and makeup all fancy, and then we left.

We took and Uber because for obvious reasons none of us would probably be able to drive home. I was never a drinker but I do when I get the chance. It made me feel alive sometimes.

We walk up to the door to see that there was a security man. I understand why because there's so many people here. "I'm Marie Rosé, and this is Valarie Beau." Marie announces.

The man nodded and let us through. We walked inside and straight to the kitchen. "Mar, Val!" Brennen's voice called to us.

"Brenny!" I say, giving him a side hug before we greeted his girlfriend.

"How are you?" He asks, nodding towards me. I shrug and tell him about my day.

I get lost in the crowd and I decide to get a drink. I go up to the Jack Daniels and pour some of it into a red solo cup. "How old are you?" A random deep voice calls from behind me.

I turn around quickly and see a tall boy with dark hair and blue eyes. "Twenty-One? Why." I say, and chuckle a little bit.

The boy shrugs. "Cause you're too pretty, and I wanted to make sure you weren't like a twelve year old." He explains.

I laugh. "Why would a twelve year old be pouring herself some Jack Daniels?" I ask, as I pour him a cup. "Wait—you're of age right?" I ask jokingly before I hand him the cup. I giggle a bit. I knew he was over age because I've seen him do a video with Brennen where they drank alcohol. I didn't know this guys name though.

The boy laughed. "Very funny. Yes, I'm turning twenty-two in a month." He informed me. "I'm Colby Brock, by the way." He said, shaking my hand.

"And I'm Valarie Beau." I tell him, as a smile plays of his lips.

"A beautiful name."

I roll my eyes, "Are you already intoxicated Brock? Cause you're tripping." I joke, as he chuckles at me.

"I like you." He admits. "We are going to be friends. Give me your number." He demands.

"What if I didn't want your number?" I ask, but then obey and take his phone. "You're friends with Brenny?" I ask another question.

Colby cleared his throat. "Best friends." He corrects as I nod. I've seen him in a lot of videos now that I think of it. "What about you?"

"He's dating my best friend." I explain.

"So, what do you do for a living? Youtube, like Marie and Brennen do?" Colby asked me. I shake my head, then shrug.

"I mean, I have a YouTube channel but I don't post on it. I take pictures of people sometimes and I get actually paid a decent amount of money on Instagram, I have a big-ish following." I say, taking a sip of my drink. "What about you?"

"Youtube. I have a personal channel but I also have a duo channel with my other best friend Sam Golbach." He exclaims, as I nod.

We hung out for the rest of the night. Colby was so fun to be around. He was funny, sweet, nice, cute—okay yeah he's cute but don't tell him I said so.

I ended up falling asleep on the couch next to Colby. The last thing I recall is talking about was music. I told him how I can sing, and how I've written a lot of songs before. I usually wouldn't tell people that type of personal stuff about me.

I didn't know if I was just blacked out drunk, or comfortable with him to a point where it was weird.