Never a Peanutbutter-less Life

the party oneshot (?)

WARNING ! Minor smut and major language
"I can't believe I let you drag me here..." I mutter as Bridgette leads us up the steps to the mega mansion we were about to enter. Already I could hear the loud music and the shouts of people.

I practically had a damn migraine and we hadn't even gone inside already.

I cross my arms over my chest. I kept my outfit simple and not too revealing. Just high waisted jeans and a black tank top that only revealed a sliver of my stomach.

In fact, I hadn't wanted to dress up at all. But of course, Bridge was all what if you meet someone?

"Court please. I know this isn't your style or mine really, but I've liked Geoff for a while. So the fact that, he asked me to come to his party..."

I sighed. She was right. Bridgette had been there for me whenever I asked for support, it was my job to do the same.

We didn't bother knocking, just pushing our way through the door that was unlocked.

It was hot as hell and crowded. Some familiar rap song filled my ears and I could tell in the morning they were gonna ring, it was so loud.

We try to push through the sweaty bodies and with my short stature, I had to hold on to Bridgette's arm so as to not get lost in the crowd of what seemed like everyone that lived in fucking Toronto.

"Hey, watch it!" I snap at some asshole who isn't paying attention and practically spills all his beer down my arm.

Yep. Definitely ready to go already.

We finally get a break with the kitchen, where there is significantly less people. And as I let Bridgette take the lead, it dawns on me that she's navigating this house easily. Almost as if she had been here before....

Just as I'm about to question, we hit the patio doors and I'm hit with cooler, fresher air.

There's a couple people out back in the yard and around some chairs, but nowhere near the incapacity of the inside.

"Bridge! You made it!" Geoff yells, too loud as usual.

Bridgette grins and he walks up to her and gives her a bear hug. He glances down at me.

"And this is your friend, Carley right ?"

I smile fake sweetly. "Courtney."

"Oh, sorry dudette! I'm so glad you guys are here, you're enjoying yourselves right?"

Just as I'm about to answer no the hell I'm not , Bridgette cuts me off.

"Yea. This is really fun." I cross my arms and survey the people smoking a blunt in a group.

Then my eyes skim the backyard until I see Gwen sitting on a hammock with Trent as he strums his guitar, both of them in their own world.

I roll my eyes because, who the hell brings a guitar to a rager ?

As I stand awkwardly while Bridgette and Geoff drool over each other, I feel an odd sensation.

Almost as if someone is staring at me.

Surveying the backyard quickly, my eyes find the culprit in the circle of potheads.