THREESOME

twenty - this party gets totally fucking crazy

Wednesday, 6:07pm

"Frankie! I need your help!" Scott yelled from inside his closet.

"What?" I yelled, getting up to see his problem.

"What should I wear for this dumb ass party?" I turned to face me.

"Wait, your actually going to that dumb thing?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Yeah. I'm still Scott fucking Flowers. Um hello," he gestured his hands towards himself. "Now, what should I wear?"

"Why are you stressing over it?" I sat on his bed.

"Because. I guess I'm gunna be coming out the guys at that party. So, I want to find a good one. Wearing something ugly isn't going to get me a cute one." He turned back into the closet.

I scoffed. "Scott, your gorgeous. Do you really think what you were is going to matter?" I questioned. But then, a light bulb popped on in my head. "Don't wear a shirt. You have enough tattoos to cover your body. Just find some nice pants. Did you bring those light blue ones? You know, the dressy ones."

"Hmm. I did and your right. I could also," he paused digging into his closet, "wear the matching blaser with these burgundy shoes." He held up a whole outfit, shoes included. The shoes were burgundy slip-ons with a gold chain on the frony of it. It screamed rich.

Wednesday 8:57pm

Scott

After finally getting ready for this idiotic party, I made my way to where it was being hosted. I didn't really get invited but it's not a party without the decorative  flowers. If that made sense to you, I appreciate you.

Anyways, I shaved my head for this. I buzzed it, but it has a faze. I just feel like the whole hair thing was getting annoying, and didn't fit this outfit.

The light blue suit, burgundy slip-ons, and yellow lensed glasses. Perfect.

I didn't need the glasses but who's going to stop me?

When I got to the place, or house I should say, people were already flat out drunk sprawled out on the grass. Losers...

Couldn't be me...

I opened the door and everyone stopped what they were doing. Even the DJ.

"Let's get the real party started!" I shouted, grabbing a shot and downing it. Everyone started shouting and high fiving me. Typical.

"You weren't invited." Samantha interrupted me.

"It seemed like a public event. Why not show my face. It's not like these people know you anyways." I arched my eyebrows.

"And they know you?"

"Hey Scott, cool party man! Keep it going!" Some dude shouted me. Proving my point.

"I threw it!" Samantha shouted at him.

"See. No one even knows you threw it. They think it's my party, and they never even been to my parties."

"Whatever," she turned on her heel storming off.

Wednesday 10:04pm

It's about nine something, or maybe ten, who know's?

But anyways, it's about that time and I'm sitting on the couch drunk off my ass. I'm suprised I could drink straight. I want to lay down though.

I got up and made my way to the steps. Pushing throw crowds of people is hard when you're drunk. You nearly fall on your face, not to mention everything's dazed.

I finally made it too the top, I found a door. Behind it was a room with a bed. Someone was already in it. Oh, it's guy and he's shirtless. Time to give it a try.

"Hey. Hey guy," I whisper shouted. Not sure why though. It's a party and all. How else am I supposed to be heard?

"Hm?" His head pops up.

"Are you asleep?" I whisper shouted again.

"No. Wait, Scott?" The person turns around and I'm in utter disgust.

"Yes," I disgustingly responded. I sat on the bed.

"Look man, I don't want any trouble. I just want to lay here and think about how much of a fuck up I am." He lays back down.

"Glad you know," I muttered.

The room went completely silent.

Thursday 12:36am

Not only is the party still going, but I'm spooning Mickey.

What the actual fuck?

I blacked out for sure.

Why...

Just why....

Is he shirtless?

I'm actually confused. Like I have absolutely no idead what happen.

"Mickey. Get up dickhead," I poke his side. He didn't move. "Get you dildo," I pushed him a little.

"Oh so you do think I'm hot," he chuckled.

"What?"

To be continued...