Boy: Daniel
Age: 18-20
Requested by: seaveylove02
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"Oh come on! We've been studying for the past three days, we need a break and this party is the perfect oppurtunity!"
"No Dyaln, I already told you, parties aren't my thing."
"Listen y/n, we are in college, your thing or not, we are going. Now come on girl, lets go get you styled up!"
"Dyl, I don't wanna."
"Lets go! Your brain is going to be too fried to make an A on monday. Can we please go show them that Saturdays aren't for the boys...come on, I know you know it...just say it."
"Saturdays are for the gays and gals"
"Right you are! Now lets go!"
I sighed with a smile before giving in and following my best friend to my bed room.
He began digging through my clothes and throwing things to the side with a short snarky comment when one didn't suit his fancy.
"Wow, just wow." Dylan said before sitting beside me on my bed.
"What's wrong?"
"You need to go shopping, this is just depressing. You have no slutty clothes."
"Do I need them?" I asked confused
"Do you need them? Jeez, y/n, are you never gonna at least try to have some fun and live on the edge?"
"Hey! I live life on the edge! And what does the way I dress have to do with it!"
"Oh honey, waiting to return a library book a dat before the due date isn't living on edge. You need to get out there and meet someone!"
"Dyl, I don't need to meet anyone-"
"But you do because me and Tommy want to have double dates and you're the only one that doesn't care how we act when we're together."
"Well can't you guys do dates without me?"
"Well yeah, we do, but we like hanging out with you too...So that's why you have to find a guy. No more questions, just get ready."
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"Okay, you ready?" Dylan looked at me, "actually don't answer that, come on."
I groaned but followed him into the large house nonetheless.
It was clearly a frat house that had been moved off campus, which is just great because that means that there will be alcohol and hormonal boys.
As soon as we entered the house I watched as Dylan went straight to the dance floor, even though he's gay and taken he still enjoys showing off to the ladies. I laughed a little as I watched him become the center of attention in the crowd.
I made myself over to the kitchen, where I knew the alcohol would be. I may be a good-two-shoes most of the time, but I know how to have fun.
After a few drinks I noticed that a guy from across the room, I immediately stopped sipping on my fourth cup of alcohol. When his eye contact didn't leave me I pretended to not notice him and 'sip' my drink again.
Within the next ten minutes he made his way over to me.
"Hey, I'm Winston, and you are?"
"Oh um, my name is y/n..."
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