Artist: Montell Jordan
Song: This is How We Do It

"This is seriously going to be the party of the year, dude." Ashton repeated as he brushed his teeth, sticking his head out the bathroom to glance at his brown friend. Calum flashed a smile his way following a nod then waited until his friend moved back into the bathroom to roll his eyes.

Yes, he was excited to go to the party of the year, according to Ashton, but he wasn't excited to be around all those fake people.

Really, he had no one else to blame but himself for it. He was the star player on Richmond Academy's 1998 soccer team so he was bound to gain a few fake friends or two...or a hundred.

It was draining, really, dealing with people whose nose's were so angled towards the sky that Calum feared they'd get stuck in that position forever, not like they'd care.

But, it's been the norm for him for a few years now and it's sadly something he's used to.

"You think I should wear my flannel or just tie it around my waist?" Once again Ashton spoke, making the brown boy turn his way slightly and sigh.

"Dude, just wear what you want. Not like Tabitha is going to care anyway." Calum smirked, watching as Ashton grinned and rolled his eyes.

Tabitha was currently on Ashton's radar and this party was the perfect opportunity for him to get his mack on.

The golden haired boy pulled his arms through the brown checkered flannel then fixed the collar.

"Whatever, man. Let's just hope Tabs doesn't lose out on a handsome young fella like myself." Ashton bounced his brows which made Calum chuckle. "It's been like a full two weeks and she's acting like she isn't picking up what I'm putting down." The boy continued, stepping towards his closet to collect his boots.

Calum snorted, "Yeah, if she can't pick up that you want to get laid from 'Tabitha, you trynna bone?' Then yeah maybe she's not the one, mate." He soon chuckled, dodging when Ashton threw a pair of dirty socks his way.

"Shut up, man! Not everyone has the perfect relationship like you and Cecilia or should I say, 'the varsity cheerleader'." Ashton gave his friend a look as he rolled his eyes.

Calum thought it was humorous that everyone thought they were this perfect couple because of the sports they played.

Yes, they were the cliche star player and captain of cheerleading squad couple and yes, they both made pretty good grades.

And yes, they were both pretty good looking with well-off parents and both of them had their first cars when they were sixtee--okay, maybe he could see why they thought they were, well, perfect.

But they were honestly anything but, considering they only communicated whenever Cecilia wanted to.

"We're not perfect, bro. Anyway, let's get out of here."

"Alright, let me check on my brother to make sure he's sleeping." Ashton told the boy before heading out his room and down the hallway.

As he did, Calum took the time to check himself over in the mirror, sighing once he caught sight of his reflection.

This night, the one right before the beginning of senior year, should be the happiest of his life but honestly, all he wanted to do was drink and potentially spend some alone time with Cecilia.

He dusted his black pants and pulled a leather jacket over his shoulders, running a hand through his messy dark curls before giving himself an approval nod.

"Let's roll out!" Ashton called out, careful not to be too loud to risk waking his mom and brother. He appeared in the door with a jean jacket, holding it over his shoulder, hanging on his index finger. The boy tilted his head at Calum and furrowed his brows.

"You good, bro?" He asked, noticing how dull Calum was acting. The dark haired one turned to face his friend, throwing a smile on his face and shook his head.

"I'm good, man. Now let's go party!" Calum said a bit too loud, making the other one shush him. The two chuckled then headed out his room, making sure to be as quiet as they can possibly be.

As Ashton drove, blasting Green Day and singing obnoxiously loud with Billie, Calum just sat against the leather seats of his Coupe and tried to perk himself up mentally before arriving to the party.

He glanced out the window at the large homes swiftly passing them by, forgotten in the wind as they continued to drive. Everything about the neighborhood, just screamed money, from the homes, to the cars, even down to the large trees.

Calum almost chuckled to himself because this was the neighborhood that housed most of the 'popular' people at his school. It was no surprise that the superficial people that he knew lived in a community that gave off superficial vibes.

They arrived to the large white, gated home that belonged to none other than Luke Hemmings, also known as the captain of their school's hockey team, also known as Calum's 'sort-of' friend.

You know, those kind of friends that you don't really hang out with outside of school but whenever you two link up it's a movie. That was the perfect way to explain their friendship.

Ashton pulled in and turned the car off, head-banging to the loud music blaring from the house, Nirvana's In Bloom. Calum chuckled and took the time to scan the busy bodies that stood outside, most of them drunk or high as a kite.

He found it quite funny how those people, the ones throwing up on the lawn and passing blunts to one another, were always invited to the parties but no one, especially the people Calum hung out with, really talked to them.

The boy came to the conclusion that they were only invited to either, provide the liquor, the drugs, or to spread the word to others.

"You ready?" Ashton asked excitedly, rubbing his hands together then clapping them. Calum gave him a face then chuckled and nodded.

No, he'd rather be at home.

"Yeah, let's go, man--" Calum was cut off by the sound of police sirens. The two knotted their brows and turned to the direction of said sound and their eyes grew.

The flashing blue and red lights were coming their way. Simultaneously, the front door and windows of the house became flooded with people, scrambling to get outside.

"Pigs!" Yelled one of the stoners, gathering the few things he had, a beer and a bong then jumping into the back of someone's pick up truck.

Ashton just sat there, his eyes big as he watched everything unfold. Calum raised a brow at his statue of a friend then shook his arm.

"Mate, we've got to ditch this place, now!"

"What!?," Ashton questioned with a confused look on his face, as if he was completely offended by what his friend said. "If I speed off, what if they think I was apart of the party and come after me?" He asked, half panicking due to the fact the sound was getting closer.

Calum narrowed his eyes and swallowed back the urge to smack his friend upside his head.

"That doesn't matter! Whether we stay or go, it doesn't matter because we were here and that's all they care about, Ash!" Calum said hysterically, his heartbeat rising to one hundred beats per minute as the sirens neared.

"Dude, I--I'm not--I can't!" Ashton was now full blown panicking, his breaths visibly speeding up and his hands in his hair, lightly pulling at the ends of his locks. Calum had to think quick because he refused to get thrown into a cell overnight...on a school night.

So, the boy quickly got out the passenger seat and instructed Ashton to take his place. The golden boy listened and watched as Calum made it to the driver's side.

Almost instantly, the car revved and reversed, skillfully manuevering pass the other cars and down a back road that Calum took due to the crowdedness the main road and obviously, the cops.

Ashton twisted in the passenger seat to look at the back windshield and sighed in relief, relaxing against the seat.

"Dude, that was close!" He half chuckled, running a hand through his locks.

Calum snorted as he breezed down the unfamiliar road, side eyeing his friend. "Whatever, you were totally scared back there!" He rolled his eyes, noticing the lack of streetlights the further they drove down the foreign neighborhood.

Ashton sucked his teeth and nudged the boy with his hand. "Shut up," His focus steered towards his surroundings and suddenly he locked his door, noticing the change in scenery. "I'm more scared now, anyway."

The brown haired boy also noticed the shift between one community to the one they were currently in. Well, he assumed it was a community, not able to fully detect if it was since the streetlights were so scarce.

If the slim amount of streetlights didn't help you to see the difference, then the kind of people that hung out there definitely showed the difference.

On almost every corner, there was a set of black men and latinos playing dice with their baggy pants, 40's, and beanies, total contrast of anyting you'd find in Calum's neighborhood.

"Dude, I don't know if this is safe." Ashton nervously says, swallowing when he made eye contact with an older black man with a blue bandana wrapped around his mouth.

As Calum opened his mouth to agree because yes, this was beginning to feel a bit unsafe, a familiar beat blaring from a nearby home, Montell Jordan's This Is How We Do It, to be exact, stole his attention.

The brown boy allowed the beat to guide him to the house, making his friend in the passenger's furrow his brows.

"Where--what are you doing, Cal?" Ashton asked, his hazel pair widening when Calum pulled into a land of grass filled with cars.

Calum bit down on his bottom lip and looked between the small crowded house then to his friend. "Dude, I think we should go in."

Ashton chuckled loudly then scoffed. "You're kidding, right? We'll die in there." He took a glace at the amount of 'thug-like' dudes chilling outside the house then gave Calum a look. "Or out here. We should go."

"Oh, c'mon, Ash, stop being a baby! It's just like any other party..it's just some minor differences." Calum said, his focus shifting to two black men dealing right beside his car window.

Ashton snorted and raised his eyebrows. "You got that right, mate."

"Look, just a few minutes and if it sucks--"

"Or if we're in risk of getting shot."

Calum rolled his eyes and sighed. His friend could be over-dramatic and boderline prejudice, sometimes. "Yeah, sure. Then we just dip, deal?" He offered his hand to the boy and Ashton sighed loudly before taking his hand and shaking it.

"Deal." He replied, hesitantly opening the door. Calum followed, nodding his head at the two gentleman who dealed by his car, recieving a nod from each in return.

Instantly, he felt better about his decision, repeating the same type of greeting with everyone he passed by, gaining one back and even a few fist bumps.

Ashton on the other hand was terrified to make any wrong move, just offering a polite smile to whoever passed.

Calum chuckled to himself, taking a peek at his friend over his shoulder and shaking his head. Soon, he made it to the screen door that gave him a blurred view of what's inside.

He reached for the handle and pulled it back, coming face to face with the smokey air and bass boosted music, the song Poison by Bell Biv DeVoe coming from the speakers.

Calum smiles and sings along as he continued to scan the area.

"What's up, kid?!" Some black guy with overly-baggy clothing said to him, shades over his face. Calum greeted the man back and was handed a solo red cup filled with some brown liquid.

The boy shrugged and took a few sips out of the strong alcohol, bobbing his head to the music.

It surprised him at how different this party was to the type of parties he was used to.

The ones he went to, everyone kind of stood around and either head-banged to the music, drank, smoked, or just stood around and watched everyone else.

But this one, it seems everyone was enjoying everyone's comapny, dancing with one another and just, just having a good time.

Only problem was, Calum wasn't the most social as he should be. He should be talking up a storm with everyone around him, but his social awkwardness and tourist-like feeling hindered him from even moving in the spot he stood.

He began to feel that he was in way over his head and that Ashton was right, something he hated to admit.

So, he turned to tell his friend that they should probably just head home but as he angled his body, his eyes caught sight of something...and then someone.

But not just, someone, it was a girl, a pretty girl.

One he couldn't get his eyes off and suddenly made him wonder why he was turning around in the first place...but glad he did.

AGHH FIRST CHAPTERS ARE SO BORING LOL BUT PER USUAL IT WILL PICK UP IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! YALL KNOW ME I ALWAYS PICK THINGS UP FAST!

ANYWAY SO THIS IS LOOSELY BASED OFF OF 'CHUNKY' BY BRUNO MARS BECAUSE I CAN'T RESIST! THAT SONG IS LITERALLY GOLD! AND I HAVE IT SET UP IN THE 90'S ('98 TO BE EXACT) AND THE PIC ABOVE IS HOW THEY LOOK IN THE STORY SO YEAH!

SO YEAH HOPE YALL WILL ENJOY THIS AS MUCH IM PLANNING ON TO!

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