"I can't believe you went to a party without me", my good friend, Zander scoffs, "From Sylvia I could expect such behavior, but not from you."

"I can't believe Charlie drove his corpse car to a party", Sylvia butts in pinching her nose bridge. It's clear that our other best friend's choice of vehicle is bothering her. "That's literally social suicide."

Charlie shrugs his shoulders. By this point he is used to her constant nagging and bickering. "It's called a hearse." The way he says it in a matter-of-fact tone, is ticking Sylvia off.

I find it almost painful to not be able to laugh at a situation like this. Even Zander's lips twitch at the corners.

"It's called you won't be invited to anymore parties!" she cries out loud.

"When was he ever?" Zander asks. Charlie gives him a high five.

"Man, that's what I was talking about all along."

"We are here to find Avena's brother", Charlie reminds her. "Don't be selfish now, at the end of the night I will give you a ride home." 

He makes an attempt to put an arm around her shoulders, but she pushes him off giving a deadly stare. If I was him I would have shut up by now.

We all agree on that we will have better chances on finding my brother, Aiden, if we split up rather than to cluster and fight.

This is the second party in two days. Yesterday Lucas left me immediately alone after  my stupid remark, without telling me what the second rule was. I think I scared him away. I definitely scared my crush away.

I didn't find my brother either.

Yesterday was a day where nothing seemed to work. Sylvia's mouth runs like a waterfall on a rainy day, so I took it for granted that she would wait with telling our friends about what he had done that day.

Turns out she called them at the party, inviting them too, but they never showed up.

I am standing in the middle of the room turning my head from left to right, not knowing what to do. Dani insisted on that I should look after Aiden tonight too. What have I gotten myself into?

Luckily my best friend shows up. "Avena!" she exclaims overly happy. Sylvia laughs an unnecessary laughter, which makes me furrow my eyebrows.

I look at the boy standing next to her. He is way taller than her. If the situation would have been any different, the way she looks up at him would have been funny.

Right now she doesn't  look like herself. Usually Sylvia isn't this bubbly. 

Half of the time she's happy. Half of the time she's Kanye.

"Who is this?"

"Liam."

I immediately don't like where this is going. How come I have never heard of a Liam before? "And from where do you know him?"

She giggles. "I met him at the party yesterday, but before you say how stupid I am, let me tell you what he said to me." Sylvia throws him one quick glance before adding, "He's such a sweetheart!" This so-called Liam winks.

My patience is coming to an end. I have to watch her, but how can I when she leaves me the first chance she gets? "What did he say to you, Sylvia?"

"He said I have pretty eyes."

I eye her up and down. It's true that Sylvia has pretty eyes, but I doubt that's what he meant. Tonight's makeup is toning down her eyes. Maybe he meant her masterpiece a little bit lower.

"Did he now?"

"Yes. Look, Avena, I'm going to dance a little bit with Liam now. I saw Aiden going over there."

She points to a direction leading more to the center of the house. "Call me when you've found him, okay?"

I don't have any other choice than to let her go. She's old enough to make her own decisions.

I don't know anyone at this party, so that's why I am unsure of who I should be asking for help. Someone has to know Aiden, but who? I try my best to look after him around the spot Sylvia was pointing at.

Looking around from where I am standing, I try to drown the loud party songs with my thoughts, hoping they are heavy enough.

That's when I lay my eyes on a guy sitting on a bar stool, eying me. When he sees me catching him looking, he quickly adverts his gaze. He turns his head so fast, that his chestnut tresses dance on top of his head for a couple of seconds.

Maybe he knows my brother?

"Babe." I look up to see the door man from yesterday's party. Funny how he is at this party too. He is tripping on his toes, while scratching his neck. Oh god not him again. "I'm sorry for the incident." 

My eyes are still lingering on the handsome guy at the bar stool. His features are sharp and well defined. I'm positive he wasn't at Lucas' party yesterday, at least I didn't notice him, I would have remembered a face like his.

Totally uninterested in Red-Head, I wave it off. "It's okay."

"Just so you know, I wanted to put you in the hot lady category, but I needed the cash." His statement makes me feel rather awkward, than uncomfortable. Red-Head is lifting up two cups, he gives me one of them. "For our new friendship?"

What friendship?

"I don't drink."

"Me neither, that's sprite."

I take the cup, but throw a quick glance at the liquid. In this bad lightning I can't figure out what it is anyways. He hits his red cup against mine. Red-Head drinks it fast, while I am still standing with mine untouched. 

"Why aren't you drinking?"

"I have got to go."

"You don't trust me." Of course I don't.

"No, it's not that-" I stop in the middle of my sentence, when someone pushes their way between the Red-Head and me.

"Oh." The person says, turns around and grabs both of our cups. After switching them both, he looks at me. That's him. That's the guy who was sitting on the bar stool. He is even more gorgeous, now, when he looks me in the eyes.

"Don't switch the cups", he says sternly. I think that warning was meant for me. But why though? Unless, Red-Head had tried to put something in my drink.

"What do you think you are doing?" 

Mr. Gorgeous crosses his arms. "Drink". He simply states.

"Don't tell me what to do." Red-Head lunges for the cup in my hands, which is the one he has been drinking from. Mr. Gorgeous grabs his hoodie.

"A-a-a. Drink from the one you are holding in your hand." Mr. Gorgeous is a few inches taller than Red-Head, but yet the little guy looks like he is thinking about something regrettable.

"You wanna fight?"

The guy with the gorgeous eyes, cocks an eyebrow, clenching his jaw. "Actually I do." Red-Head's shoulders immediately tenses. He is taking a few steps back. "That's what I thought."

The triumph is dominating in his choice of words. Red-Head doesn't find another way out of the mess he has caused. Well knowing that Mr. Gorgeous isn't going anywhere soon, he throws the cup's content in his mouth.

"Good job, coward. Next time you decide to pull up shit like this again, I will personally rip your throat open, and pour the drink in your mouth."

Either the cup contained strong alcohol, or Red-Head is a complete idiot. "Now,  who are you to tell me that?"

Mr. Gorgeous' mouth twitches a little bit. "Theodore," Red-Head gulps, which seems to light up the guy's eyes. "You know there's only one guy named that around here."

He then proceeds to walk as if nothing has happened. I follow his lead, and disappear behind him. I'm not sure if Red-Head did try to drug me, but I don't want to be kept in his company either way. While Red-Head continuous to yell after me, I walk away. 

Lucas walks in beauty. Everything he does is calming and sweet.

Compared to Lucas this guy in front of me walks in so much arrogance, that I have a hard time believing I have seen him before.

If that was the case, I'm 100% sure that I would have remembered him. One can impossibly forget a walk like that. 

When Mr. Gorgeous stops in his tracks my head hits his back.

"What the hell", he murmurs turning around. When he sees me, his hardened expression softens, or maybe that's something I imagine, being blended by his handsomeness. "It's you."

"Hey."

"What do you want?"  Rude much?

"Eh-"

"Look, I haven't got time for you. If you want to thank me for what I did over there, then go ahead, I'll be waiting."

I have a tendency to trust good looking people. Apparently the statistics are agreeing with me too, so I can't be wrong. 

I have a lot of tendencies, when I think of it. One of them being that I am blurting out painfully random fun facts, most of them not being funny at all, at times where I should rather be keeping my thoughts to myself.

"Did you know that banana DNA and human DNA are 50% the same?"

Mr. Gorgeous fuzzes his eyebrows. This makes him look adorable.

Not to mention his facial traits. Even Lucas' jawline isn't as defined as this guy's. His dark eyes seem like they hold the answer to every mystery in the world. The leather jacket he has thrown over, paired with a pair of black jeans, makes my 'Bad Boy' radar go crazy.

He looks around for a second, as if he's expecting someone to jump out from the background and yell: "Punked!", but that obviously doesn't happen. 

Sooner or later he realizes, that the loser speaking to him hasn't planned anything on beforehand.

"Not trying to be rude, but be a dear, and help me understand why you're speaking to me about DNA, instead of thanking me for my extraordinary exception?" 

No matter, the reasons for his sudden change of rude behavior towards me, I can't ignore the confidence in his voice. How I adore people who can walk with their heads held up high.

"I was stupid. Sorry."

With a matter-of-fact tone lingering in every syllable, he spits: "That's an understatement, actually."

"Actually", I begin feeling my chest rising with anger, "you can go and fuck yourself."

Being so focused on running away from someone and on finding my brother, I harshly hit my head on someone's back. My tears are threatening to spill out. Not because of the pain, but because of the fact that nothing has been going my way today either.

"Whoa there. Slow down, pretty eyes."

Great. It's Lucas again. This time I'm not as happy to see him, which has to be the first time that thought has stricken my mind.

However, I can't help but feel flattered when the most loved man, who's living to this date, has called me pretty eyes. I mean after all of my fantasies, it seems like some of them are coming true. This is the first time he has said something like that to me. Truth be told, this is the first time he has complimented me.

"Sorry. I'm in a hurry." Time is short. My plan is to find Aiden before mom comes home.

He puts his hand on my back, bringing me to the stairs. So that we have somewhere to sit. "What's up? Maybe I can help."

Oh gosh. Why does he have to be so nice? It's not his party, so he doesn't have to care about the guests. Frankly doesn't have to care about me.

"I'm looking for my brother."

It does look like he sincerely cares. "What's his name?" His question wakes me up from my day dream. Lucas doesn't even know the name of my brother. We have known about each others existence since kindergarten.

"Aiden."

A frown appears on his face. Even though how hard I try, helping myself from not staring at his jawline, it isn't possible. "Aiden", he repeats to himself. He then concludes with: "Wyatt." As I nod, he furrows his eyebrows. "Are you related to him?"

"Yeah, that's him. Do you know him?"

For a second I believe Lucas loses control over himself, for he lets out an almost bitter chuckle."Of course I do. Everyone knows him. There's only one Aiden around here." He lets his head shake from side to side.

"Then why did you ask me for his last name?"

Yet another slip up; Lucas sends a lopsided smile. "Because you don't seem like a girl who hangs out with a guy like him."

This is starting to irritate me. "He is my brother", I remind him. Just then yet another boy interrupts us.

"Lucas, you've got to see this! Aiden and Carl are fighting."

Lucas looks at me. "I think we just found your brother"

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