I love them because it's where people go to pretend they're someone they aren't. They get drunk, dance, laugh. But then when they go home they take off the mask.
And all they're left with is a depressed motherfucker, just like the rest of us.
Which is why I'm here. At this big, borderline illegal party. My friend, Jordan, sent me the invite. He's handy like that; always scouring for A-List celebrity events.
But we aren't celebrities. No, we just know how to dress like one. We show up, drink expensive booze, and then leave. All without a trace.
And tonight is no different. Here I stand, leaning against an empty wall, observing the rich and royal dancing the night away. I recognize a lot of people here. Actors, singers, that one dude who writes all those songs for people.
They're all here. And so am I. But I'm not planning on socializing with any of them. If they see a faceless person, someone with no social status, I'll probably be kicked to the curb.
Granted, a lot of groupies crowd these parties and no one has a problem with it. But I don't want to take that risk.
God forbid I have to explain to Ross Lynch that I steal alcohol and flee.
I don't care what anyone says, that dude is still hot as shit. He could, quite physically, get it.
I was gawking at two cast members of Euphoria practically 69ing on the couch when someone slammed into my shoulder.
"Aye what the fuck?" I mumbled, steadying the drink in my hands. This is it. This is the moment I get thrown out of the party. As I turn to see what celeb I'm going to be dealing with tonight, I'm faced with none other than Ashton Irwin.
Drummer for 5 Seconds of Summer. Vocalist as well. Single, kind, very passionate. 25 years old.
Yes, I keep tabs on all famous people. It's not weird, or stalkerish. Frankly I couldn't give less of a damn about these people. But it was fun for me to study these stars, put facts to faces, ya know?
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that." He exclaimed, laughing about something that was going on next to him. Sure enough, there were his band mates, egging him on.
Oh, I see what this is.
They sent Ashton over here to talk to me. See what kind of girl I am. Get with me, or something. I've been in this situation way too many times. You'd think I'd know how to handle it by now, but it's rather the opposite. I still get uncomfortable every damn time.
"It's fine, really. Don't worry about it." I tried dismissing him, waving my hand between us as though to ignore the topic.
Ashton still couldn't stop laughing at whatever the hell his friends had mentioned beforehand. I could practically hear them howling with hysterics.
"So," I began. "Are they just going to awkwardly stare at us or..,"
He widened his eyes immensely; he probably didn't know I had noticed the immature boys taunting him next to us. I doubt anyone else had noticed. Everyone was too infatuated with the drink in their hand and the lover on their arm.
"Sorry, uh, they're annoying." Ashton leaned in closer to me, turning his body so that he was blocking his band mates' view.
"Look, between me and you, they sent me over here to get your number. You seem chill but I have no issue with you rejecting me. Just, make it casual." I leaned my head back at his ridiculous statement. I wasn't surprised entirely, 5sos were known to be children in man bodies.
At least that's how I perceived them.
But this? This was some middle school shit.
"Yeah, it's a no from me. Next time." I say. There was no way in hell I'd give my number to any of these people here. I'm a nobody. But if I did that, I'd be somebody. And that's something I can't risk.
What's the point in laying low if I'm going to be all buddy-buddy with famous artists?
"Thanks, love." Ashton whispered in my ear once more before sulking over to his friends, pretending to be heartbroken over his (very fake) rejection.
I gotta get out of this party.
Too much socializing for one day. I'll just drink one more cosmo and then I'll be on my way. Jordan can handle himself. He's smart, potentially sober, and very well behaved. He always tells me to leave when I want, and to not worry about him. He's got it covered.
Now I've got to spend the rest of this party knowing that 5 Seconds of Summer are going to be eyeing me down the whole time.
Great.
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yes i KNOW i'm so so bad at updating my stories !! i always have super good plots but i never know how to get there
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