AN: sorry this is kinda a really short filler chapter.
we got I don't even know how much vodka, 3 whiskeys some pineapple and orange juice to go with the vodka and come for the whiskey, and Quinn wanted cranberry juice for the vodka so we got some of that too. Cole had finally arrived and agreed to stay the night, him and Rella made up once again the couple we all envied. but besides the envy we all were happy that out trophy couple was back sitting and cuddling and laughing as usual.
everyone was drinking a lot. like a shit load. I only had 1 cup and I put Coke in it. I had a little whiskey but that was it.
it seemed like the girls weren't drinking as much as the guys, well besides Quinn she was always the one who got drunk and really fun to be around. even through she rarely got drunk she was a good drunk, she would joke and try to dance and eventually pass out on the nearest table.
it wasn't like a huge party where we had music and danced and drank until we we're throwing up in the bathroom. it was more of us sitting joking with each other, watching tv, playing. video games- well attempting to play video games and occasionally going outside and fucking around. it was our type of party.
Oli was shit faced, slurring his words and talking about random things to Matt N, Matt #2, I heard my name and I tried to concentrate on what he was saying. but it was impossible with everyone speaking about what type of dress they want to get.
"what about you Alex?" I heard a voice
"what?" I turned my head to see Elena Aria and Rella looking at me
"dress?" Aria questioned
"oh yeah black or red or lace i don't know just whatever I like"
I looked back to Oli and Matt. but Oli was walking towards me
"can we talk?" he grabbed my hand and brought me into the kitchen, he slurred his words but he still seemed as if he had a little bit of common sense left but just a little.
"I'm going on tour in a few weeks"
I just looked at him. standing there with his messy hair and tight jeans, his faint soberness is his voice that was coated by the smell of alcohol. his grey sweater that I always wore. I ignored the topic
"talk to me about it when your sober" I kissed his cheek. I sounded okay, I sounded like I didn't care. I'm happy for him but I'm going to miss his like hell, I want to talk about it but I want to talk about it when he hasn't been drinking.
I went back to my friends and say down next to them all
"what was that?"
"nothing."
we all scattered around the living room to sleep. it wasn't much of a mess just blankets everywhere.
