"I told you to wear something feminine," Khloe huffs, crossing her arms. I look around the enormous mansion. Everything is embellished with gold, and ornate tables lie in every corner. Vases of foreign flowers surround me with different, beautiful scents. A large, curved staircase leads to an indoor balcony, overlooking the entrance. What appears to be a zipline is tied from the balcony to the floor. I can only imagine where this party is going...

"I never agreed to that," I reply, blandly.

"Ugh." she facepalms. "I'm gonna go find Ava," she abandons my side, leaving me in the middle of a crowded room. I'm surrounded by people, but I feel completely alone.

Music blasts throughout the entire house, and people dance crazily throughout the rooms. Where are the parents?

"Hey," a familiar voice startles me.

"Ari," I whip around, a huge grin plastered on my face.

"Who drove you here?" he begins.

"Luke," I purse my lips together.

"You mean Mr. Rowe?" he jokes, a slight hint of sarcasm hidden between his lips.

"Shut up, Ar." I roll my eyes, smirking.

"God, I've never seen you blush." he shoves me gently.

"I'm not blushing..." I reassure him.

"Oh yeah?" he raises a brow, suggestively.

"It's just hot in here," I murmur, looking at my feet.

"Oh!" he responds, understandingly. "So it's me," Ar winks.

"Haha, you wish." I laugh a little.

"Come on, I'm thirsty, let's get a drink." I follow Ari out of the room, adjusting Luke's blue tee.

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"You, you know what I don't get?" I lean forward drunkenly in my stool towards Ari.

"What?" he smiles.

"Why doesn't Luke like me," my words are all being slurred together.

"You like Luke?" his tone takes a serious turn.

"I love Luke," I correct him, holding up my index finger. One eyelid begins to close, while the other remains open. I'm losing control of myself. I guess this is what I get for six cups of beer.

"You've mentioned that," a new voice comes from behind me. I slowly turn in my seat, to find Luke joining us at the makeshift bar.

"You knew about this?" Ari asks.

"Old news," Luke shrugs.

"How did you know?" I shove a finger into Luke's chest, accusingly.

"Much like last night, it doesn't matter, because you'll forget." he answers.

"But drunk Adriann wants to know," I whine.

"Neither drunk nor sober Adriann will ever know," he chuckles.

"Well do you like her?" Ari interrupts. Of course, before Luke gets an explanation out, I realize how clouded my mind has become, and then I fall out of my stool, stone cold, blacked out.

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"Hey," a hand runs through my hair, soothingly.

"Hi," I roll over onto my back, looking up to meet the eyes of my mysterious carrier. "Ari," I grin.

"Maybe you had one too many drinks," he chuckles, softly.

"Tell me about it," I put a hand to my head, feeling a whopping ache. He smiles ever so slightly, as if trying to hide it. "I feel like a bus just smacked me in the face," I whimper, snuggling my face into his chest.

"It's okay," he continues stroking my hair. Something about it all is very comforting.

"Ari?" I ask.

"Hmm?" he replies.

"Why aren't we inside?" everything around me seems blurry, nothing in focus but his face.

"It seemed like you needed a break from all that," he whispers.

"Yeah," I chuckle, softly.

"Ar?" I begin again.

"What?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Why won't you go out with Brecken?" I don't know why the question rolls off my tongue, I was going to ask how many drinks he had. I guess I didn't know that it was in the back of my mind, itching to escape.

"I don't have feelings for her," he shrugs, uncomfortably.

"Why not?" I dig deeper.

"Can't explain some things," he replies, pursing his thick lips. I've never noticed his lips before. Probably because I've never really been this close to him, other than in West Side Story rehearsals.

"Oh," I answer. A bland, unemotional 'oh'.

"So the play is in three weeks," he begins.

"Yeah, it is." I yawn.

"You excited?" he inquires.

"Nervous," I reply.

"Why?" he continues to run his hand through my hair.

"I don't know," I shrug, not wanting to admit to Ari that I'm afraid of kissing him.

"Oh," he mimics me from before.

"Yeah." I press my lips together. "Hey, now's a good time to tell me anything, I won't remember it when I wake up." I laugh a little, feeling my eyelids become heavy.

"I don't have any secret," he chuckles.

"Tell me who you like," I smile. "Sober Adriann will never know," I reassure him, holding up a finger to my lips. I see him pause for a moment, considering.

"I can't tell you, I don't want drunk Adriann to know either." he looks up at the starry sky. It's mesmerizing.

"Pleeeeeaaaaase?" I beg.

"No." he replies, blandly.

"Please?" I continue.

"You're not gonna stop till I tell you, are you?" he facepalms.

"Nope," I smile, innocently.

"Fine." He takes a very deep breath.

"Well go on, it can't be that hard to say, I mean, it's not me," I laugh, until I see his expression, and notice the silence. "It isn't me, is it?" my eyes widen.

"Go to sleep," he whispers, and begins stroking my hair again. I nuzzle my head into his chest, as I lay across his lap, trying to sleep.

Ar likes me. Ari likes me. God, I wish I had a pen and paper to write this down. My best friend likes me.