(A/N, ey! So I was listening to Superfruit, and got this idea, I hope you like it!)

            "Hey, babe?" Scott exclaimed.
"Yes?" Mitch asked, looking up from his book.
"There's a house party tonight, do you wanna come with me?"
Mitch thought about it. "Um, I don't know, Scott..."
Scott's smile vanished. "We don't have to go if you don't want to."
"No, no, no! It's fine! I'll totally go with you! It sounds like fun!" Mitch said hurriedly. "What time?"
Scott lit up. "Thanks so much, baby!" He hugged his boyfriend tight. "The party's at eight."
Mitch smiled, as his boyfriend ran out of the room. "What did I get myself into?"
              "Baby!" Scott exclaimed, jumping up and down. "We gotta go! Are you ready?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready." Mitch said, straightening his leather shirt. "Damn, boy! You look great!"
Scott smiled, spinning in his sparkly blue and yellow suit. "Do I look okay?"
"Babe, you said a house party? Not a disco?" Mitch asked, grinning.
Scott rolled his eyes. "It's a house party! We're gonna have so! Much! Fun!"
Mitch smiled as he saw his boyfriend get more and more energetic and exited. "Okay, baby! We still gotta get there!"
Scott calmed down a little. "Okay, but let's hurry!"
Mitch laughed, as his boyfriend yanked him out of their apartment door.
              "How many people are gonna be at this party?"
"Maybe a hundred or two." Scott said.
Mitch's anxiety went up. "A hundred?"
"Yeah, it more." Scott said, as they turned onto a street. "There it is!"
Mitch saw a large house with a bunch of cars parked outside. "Oh f-"
Scott stared at him, waiting for a response.
"Oh fun!" Mitch said instead, smiling.
Scott smiled back, as they got out of the car.
        The two went inside, the party even louder than both thought.
"Hey, Scott! Hey, Mitch!" One of Scott's friends called.
"Hey!" Both called back.
Scott grabbed two shot glasses, handing one to Mitch.
Mitch smiled, downing it.
        Scott had been dragged off with some of his friends's friends, leaving Mitch by himself.
A girl with black and purple hair walked over. "Hey, hottie, wanna dance?"
"Um, I'm okay." Mitch said.
The girl grabbed his wrist.
"I have a boyfriend." Mitch said through his gritted teeth, pulling away, running upstairs, trying to find Scott.
   He ran into one of the bedrooms, seeing couples and drunk people kissing. "Wrong room!" He exclaimed, slamming the door shut.
Mitch ran to every room upstairs, finding nothing except kissing or puking people.
  He rushed downstairs, where everyone was dancing or drinking.
Lights flashed in front of Mitch's eyes, making him feel dizzy.
   He got out of the living room, running to the basement.
Boy was that a mistake.
Mitch's jaw dropped, as he saw what looked like possible drugs out.
He spotted his boyfriend in the back.
"SCOTT RICHARD HOYING!" He shouted, but was barely heard. "SCOTT!"
   Before Scott could turn around, Mitch was yanked back upstairs.
Some guy was trying to talk to him, but his speech was too slurred, so Mitch couldn't understand him.
"I'm sorry." He said, pushing the man away, running outside.
   Mitch got in the storage closets, bursting into tears.
"Hey, are you okay?" Someone asked.
"Huh?" Mitch asked. "Yeah, I'm okay."
"Why're you crying? What happened? Did you throw up on someone?" The guy asked.
Mitch laughed a little. "No, thank goodness, my boyfriend's in the basement with all these drugs around him, I'm scared, I dont like people, I just wanna go home! And...and...and..."
"Sit down." The guy ordered. "Take deep breaths, okay? Breathe in, breathe out."
Mitch did what he was told. "What's your name?"
"I'm Beau." The guy said. "Are you okay now?"
"I think." Mitch said. "I'm worried about my boyfriend."
"I know, hold on." Beau said, holding Mitch's hand. "Follow me."
  They got out of the storage closet, Beau leading Mitch through the house.
"MARK! GET OVER HERE!" Beau yelled.
"What is it?" A guy named Mark asked.
"Mitch needs help finding his boyfriend in all this mess." Beau said.
"Aw, poor thing, where is he?" Mark asked.
"Basement." Mitch said.
"BASEMENT!?" Mark exclaimed. "Oh, honey, we gotta get down there now!" He grabbed Mitch's other hand, as he and Beau pushed people aside, running to the stairs.
There were multiple people on the stairs, kissing each other and whatnot.
"Move, b--ches!" Beau shouted, making Mitch gasp.
"Beau! Don't say that!" Mark said, as they shoved past the people.
Beau shrugged. "Don't care, we got here."
   They stood on the basement floor.
"What's your boyfriend look like, girl?" Mark asked.
"Um, he's tall, blonde hair, blue and yellow suit." Mitch replied.
Beau suddenly let out a yell, running towards a table full of powder.
"BEAU!" Mitch and Mark yelled, running after him.
"NO!" Beau shouted, pulling Scott up.
"Oh my gosh, is he drugged?" Mitch asked, his eyes filling with tears.
"No, he's just drunk." Beau said. "There isn't anything on him, I think he's okay."
"Do you want help getting him home?" Mark asked. "I haven't drank anything, so I'll drive."
"I'll help you with, um, what's his name?" Beau said, pointing at Scott.
"His name's Scott." Mitch replied, picking up his boyfriend's arms, while Beau got his legs. "Thanks so much."
"Yeah, we've got you!" Mark said sweetly, as they carried Scott to the car. "Damn, this boy is out!"
Mitch smiled a little. "This happens whenever he's drunk."
            Mitch, Beau, and Mark had a long conversation in the car and they drove to the Grassi-Hoying home.
"This?" Beau asked.
"Yeah, fifth floor." Mitch replied.
"Ugh!" Mark groaned, as he parked his car. "This is gonna be hard!"
"Yeah, I'm sorry." Mitch said.
"Okay, let's get this over with." Beau said, looping one of Scott's arms over his shoulder, Mark doing the same.
Mitch spotted them the whole time, holding Scott's legs.
"Are. We. Almost. There?" Mark huffed.
"Yeah, this is it." Mitch said, opening the door.
   They flung Scott onto his bed.
"I'll take care of this one, do you guys wanna crash here?" Mitch asked.
"Actually, that'd be great." Mark said.
"Yeah, that would be great." Beau said, holding Mark's hand. "Do you guys have another room?"
"Yeah, to the right!" Mitch called. "Thanks so much!"
"We got you!" Beau called back, as he and Mark walked to the other room.
Mitch looked at his boyfriend. "What am I gonna do with you?"
             Scott woke up the next morning with a bad headache. "Baby?"
"Yeah?"
"What happened?"
"We'll explain when you're not hungover." Mitch replied.
"Okay." Scott said. "Did I get high?"
"No."
"Good, I'm sorry about what happened."
Mitch sat up. "What?"
Scott hugged his knees to his chest. "I left you, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, baby." Mitch said. "Did you have fun?"
"Some, I just felt bad." Scott said
"Aw, dont be." Mitch said. "Next time, don't get this drunk."