Jersey|| M.C

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"I want to go home but I don't want to leave you." I whine, resting my head on Mikey's shoulder beside me.

"Well then I'll drive you home and we can hang out there?" He suggests when I move my head, only to take a sip of my umpteenth cup of beer. I've had like, eight cups and Mikey's hardly had one, he drank about half of it before it disappeared mysteriously.

"Oh my god Michael you're such a problem solver!" I gasp. "But what about Ana? She's my ride home." I pout, sliding off of the counter we were sitting on. Michael hops off too, chuckling at me.

"Go tell her you're leaving now and you have a ride home." He shrugs.

"Are you the smartest man alive?" I question as we walk into the over-crowded living room blasting music.

"Not at all." He laughs as we look for Ana.

"Ana!" I cheer when we find her. "This fellow right here," I stop to motion to Michael. "Is going to give me a ride home so you and your giraffe can hang out." I tell her.

"My what? Giraffe?" She asks.

"Giraffe, boyfriend, same thing. They're both a bazillion feet tall." I wave my hand in the air matter-of-factly.

"Okay Alli, go home you're drunk." She laughs jokingly. "Alright, thanks for giving her a ride Michael." Ana thanks him before she goes off to tell Luke how he's a giraffe.

~~~~Skip to Mikey's P.O.V at Alli's House~~~~

"I saw a guitar in your car, do you play?" Alli hiccups once we step into her house.

"A little bit. I'm not good at it." I tell her, laughing to myself as she forgot to shut her door, leaving me to do it. Luckily you're here to prevent any murderers from going into her home. It's not like murderers know how to use windows, they have to have an open door to be able to get inside. Shut up.

"Y'know, I used to play flute in 3rd grade. I was the best at it and I probably could have been in a huge band with it if I didn't leave it in a hotel room in Florida." She tells me, leading me to her kitchen. Her kitchen is pretty big, it has an island with an assortment of wines under it, and Allison grabs one bottle of it and goes to a cabinet as I take a seat on one of the bar stools.

"Really now? You played the flute?" I ask her.

"Mhm, I did. Do you want a glass?" She asks me, referring to the red wine she brought out.

"What is it? Are you sure you should be drinking your parents wine, they won't be mad at you?" I know my mum and step-dad would kill me if I drank any of their wine in their collection, not that I know her parents but I bet they wouldn't be too happy that their eighteen year old is drinking their wine.

"I just thought it would look cool if I pulled out some wine and acted all classy, but I don't even know the name of this shit." She laughs, closing the cabinet and putting the bottle of wine back where she found it. "I think I'll resort to more beer then, would you like some?" She asks going to her fridge and holding out a can of Bud Light.

"I guess so. But still, will your parents be mad?" I ask as she walks back with two cans of it.

"Nah, my dads the only one who drinks it, and that's only when footballs on, he doesn't keep track of how much he has." She tells me as she opens her can and takes a sip.

"You're going to have a hangover when you wake up." I laugh.

"Mikey, remember when you got suspended?" She asks suddenly out of nowhere, and I nod my head unsure of how to answer. "Well Derrick told me it was because someone found weed in your locker. Do you smoke weed Mikey?" She asks me.