My Roommate

Chapter 1

Hey Creampuffs! If you're new to reading one of my stories, welcome. If you're not, welcome back. Did you miss me?

Full disclosure, English is NOT my first language, nor is it my second. So if my grammar is trashy and I have spelling mistakes, that's why.

Another thing too, this is a g!p story. If you're not aware of what that means, I suggest looking into it before you start reading this story. Also, if you are not comfortable with reading g!p, then stop reading right now, turn around, and save yourself wasted time.

Anyway, I'll stop blabbering now.

Les do this.

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Evan's POV-

"Hey, about time you decided to show up," Alex says, tripping over every other word. I can't help but shake my head at him already being wasted.

"Hey, at least I did show up." I say with a smirk as I walk past him and walk into his huge house full of other drunk, high, and horny ass fuck teenagers. Some are grinding on each other as they dance while others are making out on the couches or pinned up against the wall. But almost all of them have red solo cups in their hands.

My kind of party to be honest.

I automatically find my legs taking me to the kitchen where most of the drinks are being held. And as I thought, it's all there. A whole table, stacked with different kinds of drinks and different punch bowls with stuff that's most likely more than just punch.

"Alright, one for you and one for me," Alex says as he walks ahead of me grabs a couple beers, tossing one of them to me.

"Bro, how many have you had?" I ask him, noticing just how drunk he really is.

"Uh...may have lost count after 3," he says before he shrugs and takes a sip of his new beer. I only shake my head at him as I take my first sip of the night, ignoring the slight bitterness.

"Take it easy man. I don't want to find you dead on the floor because of it," I tell him, slightly scolding him, even though knowing him, it just went over his head.

"Hey, can you blame me for wanting to get drunk while my parents are gone? They're rarely gone man," he says.

"Whatever. Just be smart. You'll be jacked otherwise," I tell him. He shakes it off.

"Yes dad. Now. Stop being such a buzz kill," he complains before he pushes his way past me, hollering as he makes his way into where almost everyone else is, making a lot of them cheer on, loudly.

I can only laugh as I shake my head.

Leave it to Alex to know how to run a party.

Loud music is playing throughout the entire house, making my head thump at each beat of the music. It's good music though. So, I guess I can't really complain. If I can't hear properly in the morning though, I know who to blame.

Alex and his stupid parties.

But then again...

It's because of these stupid parties that I get the relief of complete bliss every now and then and let loose. I can actually push away all the negatives that may be happening for a while and just be free from it all.

Once I finish my one drink, I make my way out of the kitchen and towards the back door. It leads me directly to the huge back deck with several people acting like idiots everywhere. A lot of them are in the pool, purposely pushing each other into the water and splashing each other in the face with the water.