^Mason just with Gold eyes instead of blue

"How is this supposed to help me?" I looked questioningly at the cup Richard was offering me and took it.

I had given up on rejecting Richard's "help" since he wouldn't accept the fact that I actually didn't need any.

"It'll let you relax," he shrugged and nodded encouragingly.

I had come to one of his parties when he claimed he had an idea, I just wanted him to leave me the fuck alone.

"I don't know, every time a girl gets drunk in a book she ends up getting raped," I said, realizing how idiotic I sounded once he raided a blonde brow.

"Yeah, I have no idea what you're talking about," he said after a long silence.

I let out an airy sigh and examined the red solo cup once again.

Why did everyone buy these cups for a party? Was it like a party rule? What if you bought blue solo cups? Was your party not cool anymore?

"Here goes nothing," I mumbled and poured the liquid in my mouth. I hissed when it made its way down my throat.

Richard smiled and lead me past the massive crowd.

"So, what do you like to do, Morgan?"

I hummed and looked oddly at the cup. Huh, most girls in movies got drunk after literally one cup. Maybe I was doing it wrong.

"I like to watch Netflix a lot," I shrugged.

There was really nothing interesting about me. I really didn't do much, I just invested myself into school most of the time.

And mean life bad boys apparently.

"What is this?" I made a face as he handed me another cup and I hesitantly chugged it down, my head was starting to feel a bit fuzzy but nothing too serious.

"Vodka and cranberry juice," Richard said as we finally arrived to the backyard. He gestured me to sit down with him on the hammock and passed me the last cup he had been holding.

"And why do I need to get drunk?"

Was he going to rape me? Oh, no, did this have drugs in it?

"I don't know Mason that well, he comes to all my parties but that's it. Although I'm guessing that if he sees that I'm getting you drunk, he'll do something about it," he explained as he slowly started rocking the hammock.

Why was I listening to him again?

"Are you just going to stare at it all day?" He furrowed his brow.

Oh, yeah, he wouldn't leave me alone.

I chugged the drink down and groaned as I felt myself get light headed.

"That should do it," he said and laid back on the hammock.

I followed the action and shivered. "Fuck, why didn't I bring a sweater?" I mumbled.

I felt the hammock shift and before I knew if, Richard had draped his sweater on me.

"So, Morgan, what's up with you and Mason?" He finally spoke after a while and turned his body towards me.

"Literally nothing," I snorted. I felt like I was here, but I wasn't, I felt weird. Everything was starting to become a big fuzz.

"So then why are you making me do this?" He chuckled and shook his head.

I gasped and turned my body towards him too, our faces were inches apart at this point.

"I didn't make you d-do anything!" I shrieked, "you're the one who suggested we should d-do this even though I told you I had nothing to do with Mason!"

Richard hummed and stared at me with something unknown in his eyes. "Maybe I just did it because I find you cute."

My heart sped up and I wondered if I had heard that correctly. "Richard-W-what?"

Richard smiled and pulled a fraction of my frizzy brown hair behind my ear.

"Stop calling me Richard."

I frowned at this and pulled his hand back. "Is that not your name?"

He chuckled and shifted a bit closer to me, but made no move to touch me. "Yeah, but no one has called me that since the third grade. I prefer you call me Venice."

There was a small silence and I looked into his hazel eyes.

Was this just me being out of it? What the fuck was happening?

He leaned over a bit and I felt my heart stop. Was I going to get my first kiss? Was I going to suck his dick? Ew. Was I going to suck his dick?

Richard suddenly pulled back and shook his head.

"You're drunk, Morgan."

"Good, I didn't want to suck your dick."

He burst out laughing and shook his head, wiping a tear that had started to run down his cheek. "You weren't going t—" that was all he got to say before he got interrupted.

"What the fuck, Venice," I heard Mason growl and we both sprang up from the hammock.

"M-Mason?" I slurred.

"She's drunk? She's underage for fuck's sakes."

Richard raised a brow. "So are you and me and we drink all the time."

Mason towered over Richard easily.

"Yeah!" I agreed as I flung my arm around Richard, "and Richy is my f-friend!"

"Really? Because from the looks of it, he was about to take you on the hammock," he hissed and shoved Richard back.

"W-what do you care anyways!" I exclaimed, not really caring that a crowd had started to form, "you don't even want to be my friend!"

Mason's eyes darted back and forth-I assume he felt uncomfortable with the sudden attention- and leaned a bit.

"I was angry and I told you that because I wanted you to stay out of trouble but here you are with this fuck! If I had known this was going to happen, I wouldn't have told you shit."

I crossed my arms and glared at him. "What—" I was cut off when I felt a large ball at my throat.

Oh, I don't think that cranberry juice sat well with my stomach.

I lurched all the contents of my stomach onto Mason's shoes and I heard him sigh.

"I'm taking her home," I heard him say.

Had I really just thrown up in front of all these people? How embarrassing.

Mason pulled me towards him and sighed.

"You're a pain in my ass."

"I never asked you to help me, dickhole" I mumbled.

We started walking towards the parking lot and I halted once I saw his truck.

"Aren't y-you drunk too?"

He kicked off his shoes next to the trash can and took the keys from his jeans. "Nah, I didn't really drink."

I hummed in acknowledgement and kept walking. "I can't go home, I told my parents I was sleeping at Dee's," I admitted bashfully as I climbed his truck.

"Tough shit, that's what you get for getting drunk" he mumbled.

"Please," I pleaded and gave him the best puppy eyes I could muster.

"Do you want me to drop you off at Dee's then?" He said again and started the engine.

"I can't go to her's either, silly, she told her mom she was sleeping at mine and she's w-went to see her ex boyfriend," I giggled.

What was I laughing at again?

"Where were you going to fucking sleep?" He asked and looked at me as if I were dumb.

"I w-was going to sneak back into my place at around 4, I didn't know I'd leave t-this early," I giggled at the expression he had on. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were narrowed in disbelief.

"That sounds fucking stupid."

•••

"If you make a sound we're both dead," he whispered as he gestured me to take his bed.

I nodded and started to unbuckle my jeans.

"W-what are you doing?" He asked, turning the other direction when I started pulling my jeans down.

"I can't sleep in jeans, silly, it's hot. It's not like you ha-haven't seen any of this before."

"I'll get you some shorts," was all he said and walked into the restroom.

I laid down and covered myself in his sheets, inhaling deeply.

Was it weird that I liked how he smelled?

Morgan, you fucking weirdo.

Ha, I called myself a weirdo.

When Mason came back, he had fully changed into shorts. He tossed me a plain shirt of his and some shorts.

I stared at his bare chest and almost drooled. He was so—

"You can change in the restroom, there's also an extra toothbrush in there. Make sure to tell me which one you use so I can burn it after," Mason said in all seriousness and jumped in the bed.

"Mason," I mumbled to which he responded with a hum.

"Where am I going t-to sleep?"

"The bed," he stated.

"But you're on it."

"If you want to take the floor then there it is. I'm not giving up my bed just because you were stupid enough to get drunk."

I groaned and made my way towards the restroom.

Stupid boy.