𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ♚ 𝐥.𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

12 - calum's a wingman

Lyla and Maria walked side-by-side to the party, they didn't know why they were going to a silly frat party in the first place. Maria was still mad at Michael and Calum, while Lyla wasn't in the mood to spend the next hour or so listening to remixes that ruined perfectly good songs. Last Friday Night doesn't need a beat to drop and a trashy new beat to be a good song to dance to.

There weren't even DJ's at the party, the music was in the hands of some boy from the frat whose phone was connected to the speakers, all Lyla had to do was plug her phone into the cord and play the music that ever college student is obligated to know.

Also, Lyla and Maria rarely did anything at parties, they would find the boy's and hang around them for the night, and if they hear one of their all-time favourites start to play, they'd be in the crowd in seconds. They weren't the party-type of friends, they were more the stay at home friends who film YouTube videos that no one would ever see. For a matter of fact, Lyla and Maria have videos of them together dating back to the seventh grade, they like to look back and reminisce on how 'skinny' they were.

"Is it too late to back out?" Maria asked staring up at the fraternity house, "You know I'm still mad at Mikey and Calum about yesterday."

"I know," Lyla nodded, "we don't have to stay for long. We can leave after Last Friday Night plays,"

"Let's hope we won't have to wait too long then." Maria sighed, pushing open the front door, welcomed by the already trashed entrance and the loud music blaring throughout the house.

From the previous times that they've visited – or been to – a frat party, Michael and Calum could be found in the dining area playing beer pong or sitting at an empty table with a row of shots laid out in front of them, or they're sat in a circle of truth or dare with people just as drunk as them.

The girls pushed past the crowds as they navigated their way to where Michael and Calum could be, kindly rejecting the drinks handed to them from various boys, it was an unspoken rule to never accept drinks from strangers when at parties. Calum vouched on that idea too and always made or got the drinks for the girls himself because he knows the different type of people that roam around in the party scene, most of which came more for just a good time.

After searching the home, the girls finally spotted Calum and Michael in the kitchen pouring themselves – yet another – drink in the classic red solo cups that are only ever seen in the movies. They spotted Lyla and Maria squeezing past the few people that lingered around to get away from the big party scene, the boys were surprised that they showed up after the mishap of the night before.

"You came," Michael said, more so to Maria than Lyla, "we assumed you would have stayed home."

"Trust me, Mike," Lyla said, "we regret coming here already."

"Aw really? But you guys look like you're having so much fun," Calum said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

He knew that the girls had to be in the right mood to enjoy a party, most of the time they would go off somewhere and dive into a casual conversation for a long duration of the party. Calum and Michael would spend time searching for the girls' whereabouts only to find them in the backyard sat under a tree, either by themselves or joined by another group of girls.

"This party would be fun if you guys played the right music," Lyla retorted, "but instead you're playing wonder wall on crack."

"The people seem to love it, you're just negative," Calum told taking a sip from his drink, it wasn't necessarily good, then again, the flavour of alcohol never tasted good.

"Fine, I may be negative, but at least I have taste in music." Lyla said, "I should throw a party, sure, there will only be four people – give or take – nevertheless, still counts as a party."