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I pulled into the house, fluorescent lights flooding from every window, the music blasting.
"Promise me that you'll stay with me?" Eddie asked, lifting an eyebrow. I nodded and we left the car and into the large house. The door was cracked open, but before I could fully open it, Eddie grabbed my hand. I turned and smiled, pushing the door open to reveal sweaty teens rubbing against each other, some dancing, some singing, all of them wasted. I fell forward, my hand falling out of Eddie's. "Shit" I mumbled.
"Y/n!" I heard someone shout. I jumped, trying to find Eddie but I saw Richie waving from the kitchen. I sighed in relief and went to find him, completely forgetting about Eddie.
"Didn't expect to see you here" Richie teased, taking a sip out of a solo cup. I rolled my eyes. "What's that?"
"I don't know... try it" Richie shrugged handing the cup to me. I took a big gulp, the red liquid burning my throat but it tasted amazing.
"God damn y/n" he shouted over the music. "Where can I get more?" I shouted back.
He pouted towards a large bowl, with discarded cups around it. I walked over to it and poured myself a cup. "Where's Bev?" I shouted to the boy over my shoulder.
"I don't know," he said "probably dancing" he shoved one hand in his pocket and stared into his cup, swirling the contents around. "Let's go" he dragged me behind him, bringing me into the living room. I chugged my drink, throwing the cup onto the ground.
"You gonna finish that?" I asked Richie, he shook his head 'no' and I gulped down his drink as well. I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed. Richie held my hand twirling me around. He laughed as I stumbled. I put my hands on either one of his shoulders, dancing with him.
EDDIE
I saw y/n talking with Richie and sighed, happy she was safe. Right as I was about to walk over to the pair, some guy puked on my shoes. I groaned, running to the nearest bathroom. I turned the sink on, letting the cold water wash the puke off. I gagged, grabbing a towel and wiping them dry. I sighed at my work and slipped them back on.
After I cleaned my shoes I went out to see y/n and Richie dancing in the living room. I stood at the top of the stairs, smiling at her. She looked amazing, the purple lights reflecting off of her h/c hair. I felt my stomach churn when Richie put his hands on her waist. I began walking towards them when they kissed. It was a sloppy, open mouth kiss. I could see their tongues moving against each other. My face dropped, my throat tightening. I turned away from them, sitting on the couch next to a couple making out. I sighed , resting my head on my hand.
