Nathan
I have never been the type of teen to be stupid, get drunk, and forget it all in the morning. (Even though that does happen when I get drunk) I've always been the person who would sit in the corner and make sure my friends don't do anything too stupid.
But Bryce volunteered to be the designated driver and to make sure I don't die.
I haven't gotten drunk in forever. I'm always the friend who has to watch over everyone and drive everyone home.
I hate the headache the morning after and forgetting everything. It's pointless sometimes.
But Bryce insisted...so I made up a few lies so I can go to this party and not have to go home most of this weekend.
"Why did I agree to this?" I asked myself for the 4th time in a minute. "This seems to plain."
Bryce shrugged, "it seems fine." I'm wearing a plain white shirt and black skinny jeans...
"I feel like a fuck boy."
"No, you look fine. Makes you look hot instead of just a little cutie." Bryce assured, squeezing onto my hand. "Makes your ass pop."
I slap my hands into the back of my jeans, furrowing my brows. "What?" Bryce just chuckles and grabbed my hand again. "Wait, what's wrong with my butt, Bryce?"
"Nothing." He assured, pulling me into the space between his legs. "Nothing at all."
Bryce
Why did I agree to watch over my best friends and boyfriend who are getting drunk off their asses...
Jackson is only drinking a little just to make him tipsy, but that's all. Nathan has probably drunk 8 different drinks in the past hour. Ally is... crazy. Everyone else is still drinking slowly through the hour.
"Oh my gosh! Bryce!" Nathan exclaimed with wide eyes. "I think I'm pregnant."
I furrow my brows, "how? We haven't done anything like that and you're a dude."
"It just... happens."
"How could you be pregnant, Nath?" I asked, grabbing the drink out of his hand and smelling it. He's fine.
"Maybe it's Emma's," Nathan suggested, taking a long gulp out of his cup.
How would it be Emma's? Did they do anything? What?
"How? Did you guys do anything?" I asked, furrowing my brows even more.
Nathan laughed, more like giggled and shook his head. "No, of course not. I would be cheating on my boyfriend if I did that."
"Nath, I am your boyfriend."
"No, my boyfriend is the Mickey Mouse, ya dumb fuck." Nathan slurred, letting out another giggle-like laugh.
So if drunk works are sober thought... Does he really want to be Mickey Mouse's boyfriend? Is it bad that I'm jealous?
Nathan sent me a crooked smile before he scurried along towards Ally.
"Nathan seems happy," Jackson stated, chuckling.
"He thought he was pregnant and that Mickey Mouse is his boyfriend," I stated, shaking my head. "You have no idea."
Jackson and I just stayed near the bar of the house, talking, rejecting girls, and keeping an eye on Ally, Coltin, Anthony, Levi, and Nathan.
I watched amusingly as Nathan denied girls and stood closer to Ally like she was a shield or something.
