FAVORITE DRUG - martin garrix.

one.

"OUT OF MY LEAGUE."

Isabella was sick of it. Sick of everyone telling her they can understand what she was going through. Sick of strangers pretending they were compassionate. All she wanted to do was move on, yet everyone kept reminding her of the things she tried to run away from.

"How are you doing on your own?"
"Are you okay? I know it must be hard."
"I heard Nick cheated on you. I'm so sorry."
However, all of these comments still made her go crazy internally. In her mind, there was no way of escaping all of it. Well, that was until she started drinking and partying away all of her problems in the hope of them disappearing one day.

3:24 am, in some club in Amsterdam. Isabella's vision was already blurry as she downed another shot with a handsome stranger she'd met while sitting at the bar, waiting for someone to pay for her drinks.
Her friend disappeared into the VIP area with some guy she'd been dancing with half the night, leaving Isi's wasted self alone.

"So, you wanna come home with me?" The guy sitting next to Isi questioned. She knew it was time to go.

Following the encounter, Isabella made her way outside stumbling. Despite her being sure the exit was behind the dancefloor, she found herself standing at the back of the nightclub, surrounded by trash cans. All her intoxicated self could think of was the scenario of her being murdered right there, making her blood pressure rise up quickly.

Her concerns seemed to be confirmed as she felt someone tapping on her shoulder. "Yo, are you good?" Turning around, all she could see was a dark figure with a hood on, holding a drink in his right hand.

"I'm fine." She replied, not being able to hold in a hiccup, suggesting her statement wasn't fully true. "I thought you'd murder me."

"You're lucky." He couldn't help but laugh at her statement, holding her up with his left arm due to Isabella almost losing her footing. "I think you're in the wrong area though."

"What area is this? God, I'm so sorry."

"Private exit."

"So, do you wanna drink something though?" Isi leaned against the man, trying to get a look of his face, yet it was way too dark to see anything. "Why am I even asking? Follow me." She giggled playfully, grabbing the strangers' hand and dragging him back inside.

"Let's go to the VIP area though." He whispered into Isi's ear before entering trough the door. At that point all Isabella could think of was finding out what the mysterious guy looked like.

The two shoved themselves through the dancing crowds until they arrived at the VIP's bar. Drinking shot after shot, both of them got more and more open with each other.

"So will you ever take off that hood? I kinda wanna see who I'm talking to." Isabella's words were drowned out by the loud music, still, the man was able to understand her. Instead of answering, he grabbed her by the face, pulling her towards his face gently and lifting the hood up a bit, before quickly putting it back down.

"Oh, fuck off." Isi couldn't believe her eyes. All she could do I burst out laughing out of pure disbelief. The face she saw under the hood wasn't some random dude, it was Martin Garrix. "Are you some Martin Garrix lookalike?"

"You think a lookalike would look this good?" He furrowed his eyebrows at her flirtatiously as Isi was taking another sip of the vodka soda that was placed on the bar table.

"Being embarrassingly drunk in front of Martin Garrix: check!" Isabella smirked at Martin, who was chuckling at her comment. "One question?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I wasn't planning on coming inside, I was here to pick up a friend," Martin replied, raising one of his eyebrows. "Guess that was my plan until you dragged me inside."

"You didn't say no though." Isi winked at him, still not quite comprehending who was sitting in front of her.

"I've got a question too." Martin started, "Why are you partying alone? You don't seem like a loner."

"My friend's somewhere messing around with some guy." Isabella shrugged, actually scanning the room for her, but giving up shortly after. "So, are we gonna drink another shot?"

A few shots and wasted conversations later, the two were still sitting at the bar. Isabella felt like she was talking to an old friend, ignoring the fact that one of the Netherlands' biggest stars was sitting right in front of her. She felt comfortable talking to him. It would've probably gone way differently sober, still, Martin and Isi just enjoyed the moment.

"Wait? So you're one of those social media influencers?" Martin looked at Isabella in confusion as they got talking about their occupations.

"No. Yes. I don't know."

"Well, if you're kinda famous I guess we're a good match." He replied, smirking at Isi widely.

"God, stop it!" She laughed, "You know what? Since there's nothing serious gonna happen between us anyway, we could as well just make out."

Martin didn't wait for her to say that twice. "One thing. What's your name?"

"Isabella Visser." She responded as Martin nodded, pulling her in. Both of them were too drunk to think about any repercussions.

As soon as Isi's lips met Martin's, the two seemed to forget that there were hundreds of people around them. They didn't care either. To them, it was just playing around, no second thoughts. Somehow they just connected on both, physical and mental levels.