~Insanely Cool~ (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Part 12 ~ The Party: Part(y) One

This shit's gonna be long oh boy

Your POV, 2 or 3 hours before the party.

I was in my room, getting ready and putting the finishing touches on my dress. I decided I was gonna do some clown-type makeup, (how it looks is up to you) and make my dress look distressed and so, I splattered some fake blood on it. I didn't tell anyone that I was doing this, as far as they know, courtesy of Nicole, I'm going as a "princess of sorts". Boy will they be surprised. Evan already left a while ago, he's over at the Murphy's because he wanted to hang with them for a bit before the party. (Ik that they weren't together by Halloween but fuck it, I'm doing it my own way.)
After I'm done I hear my phone ding, indicating that Jared's outside in his car, so I gather my things and walk down to the front door, lock it, and walk over to Jared's car.
     "Heyyy Jarebear." I smile to him. He looks up from his phone and he's dressed as Richie goddamn Tozier from IT. "Holy shit what happened to you?"
    "It's my costume." I reply sweetly. "Oh uhm you look hot... but dead. It's pretty cool." He tells me. "Thanks Jare," I say as I buckle in the passenger seat. "Now, let's get this show on the road." He laughs and mutters "Okay N/N."
    The ride is quiet until I ask him something, "Hey, Jare?" "Hmm?" He asks, paying attention to the road. "What are you and Evan doing, and why can't I know about it?" I ask him casually. "What are you talking about?" He asks, getting tense. "What aren't you telling me?" I ask, getting frustrated. "I'm not hiding anything!" He yells, still keeping his eyes on the road. "BULLSHIT! You're lying and I know it! I can always tell when you're lying!"
     "I CAN'T TELL YOU!" Jared yells at me. "WHY? YOU TELL ME EVERYTHING, WHY AM I NOT TRUSTING WORTHY?!" I yell back. "BECAUSE! I AM NOT TELLING YOU, Y/N!" We finally arrive at Jake's house. I look out the car window and I say to him, "Let me out." "But-" "I said. Let. Me. Out." He unlocks the door and before I slam the door, I look at him and say "Have a nice life asshole." And I walk away, desperately trying to find one of my friends.

~~~ Nicole's POV 😳~~~

I'm looking around for Y/N because Michael went to go talk to Jeremy and knock some sense into him. I finally find her, without Jared.. that's weird. Eh he's probably "mingling" or something.
"Hey N/N!" I greet her. "Oh... hey." She says, sadly. "What's wrong Y/N?" I ask, now sitting by her. "Oh, just Jared.. it's okay, we fought, and I just wanna avoid him for now, so, you wanna get a drink?" She asks me. Awhh it's so sad. "Uhm yeah sure, I've never really had alcohol before though." I admit to her. "Neither have I, but we can just try a bit." She says in a calming tone.
After a some sips I feel the edge starting to dissolve, but I'm not tipsy yet, but I've had enough. Y/N is just a little more intoxicated than I am, but not by much. (Like they aren't drunk but they've had enough to like take the edge off if that makes sense???) I see Christine walk over to Y/N, and before they start talking, I decide that I'm gonna go look for Michael, he hasn't come back yet, so I was getting worried.
      I walk upstairs and look in the bedrooms scattered with drunken teens and empty beer bottle and solo cups. I couldn't find Michael in any of the rooms, which kinda concerned me. Then I saw a clearly drunken Chloe Valentine dressed in a pink baby costume drag a robotic-like dressed Jeremy Heere by his arm into a bedroom. Good for him I guess. He's probably completely forgot about us. Anyways, no use crying over broken friendships, right?
    Next I check the upstairs bathroom, but there's just an intoxicated someone throwing up in the white porcelain bowl. I feel bad for them, but I'm still on my search for Michael.
       I walk back down the stairs and I see another bathroom. Maybe Micha's in here, so I knock on the door. No answer. I knock again, but more forcefully this time. "Hello?" I yell at the door, trying to drown  out the sound of intoxicated teenagers and loud, blaring music. "What do you want?" The person asks. "Can I come in?" The doorknob rattles and the door opens, revealing a disheveled, tired, and distressed looking Michael, but it when he saw me, it looked as if a wave of relief washed over him. I tackle him into a hug, because he clearly needed one. I close the door, so he can tell me what happened without interruptions. We sit in the bathtub together, and I don't know, I feel safe.
     "So I try to tell him how the squip is dangerous, right? And he just denies me. He DENIES factual evidence about something that's dangerous. Like, we're just worried about him. But anyways, he called me a loser, and left me." He tells me. "Bubbyyy,, you're not a loser, I think you're pretty damn cool." There's a silence as we look into each other's eyes. And then, out of the blue, he says, "I-I wanna kiss you." "W-what?" I mutter. I can't believe what he said. "I uhm, wanna, k-kiss you." He repeats. "Okay." His eyes go wide. "Do it, Mich-" and then he connects his lips with mine and I feel like I'm on cloud nine. We break apart and in unison we mutter "Wow." Then we reconnect and it gets a bit heated. Like really heated, if you know what I mean. I guess Y/N was right.

Damn how was this chapter, I really liked it bro, rip to the bathtub I guess.