✔ Aspen | Sherman Yang

[15.03]

the funniest thing about the last chapter and this one is that i planned it so differently than i wrote it but there were so many stupid plot-holes so i changed the parts completely. it's good though, don't worry. you also get another chapter because of it :)
full disclaimer, i do not mean to encourage underage drinking with this chapter or any of the previous ones, though i do think that OCCASIONAL parties for teenagers are acceptable. if you disagree, don't read this story or ignore it because this is a fanfiction, not a spot for any controversial and political opinions.
lastly, i changed the rating to M based on previous chapters for violence, and for this once, which deals with sexual situations. it isn't graphic graphic, but if you aren't comfortable, just skip. 

Being a mostly average 15-year-old guy, Sherman partied occasionally. 

One thing was for sure, he sure liked being drunk off of actual alcohol rather than high off of Kool-Aid. It burned in his throat, blurred out the background, and made him dizzy rather than hyper. Booze was that it numbed the stress and pain that school and life brought him.

Lastly, it gave him a very good excuse to check out Miranda, who was wearing her hair in the usual "Wizard of Oz" french braids, a tight black crop top, and black straight-leg jeans. What drew him in too well was the blood-red lipstick painted on her lips, a look he never imagined she'd pull off so well. He swore he saw Lindy wearing the same top before but in his opinion, she pulled it off much better. Her block heels clicked against the floor as she strode towards the booze, snapping open the can.

The son of Ares, clad in a black button-up half-tucked into a pair of khaki pants, adverted his gaze to another corner of the room so she wouldn't catch his gaze. Instead, he found one of his childhood friends looking at him. He raised his eyebrow, wondering if Lindy, the blonde and peppy cheerleader was checking him out. She never flirted with him before, but they were drunk.

With a tilt of her head, Lindy returned his questioning gaze and walked over. 

"You look down, dance a little."

Sherman shook his head politely. "I'm good, thanks."

She shrugged and gave him a familiar look. "What's up? You've been pretty gloomy lately. Thought this would cheer you up."

"It's nothing," he assured. "Nothing at all and I'm totally not lying."

"You're drunk and you used the word totally." she giggled. "Sherman, you never use the word totally."

"There's a first for everything," he slurred.

In a weird second, he started chuckling to himself. She shot him a confused look but he continued to laugh.

"Lindy, guess what?"

"What?"

"Chicken butt,"

Surprisingly, she was amused and started chuckling as well. 

After a very awkward period of drunk chuckling, they calmed down.

"Ok, actually, guess what?"

"What?"

"I'm in love,"

"Oh," she said.

"Oh?"

"Oh shit?"

"That's better."

The two drank some water for a little bit and she sighed. "My last makeout guy said my boobs weren't big enough."

Sherman blinked. "Ass,"

"Right?"

"Well, the person I'm kind of in love with told me she regretted kissing me."