WILL

Will just sat at the bar. He didn't do anything else. He just sat at the bar and stared at the people...partying. He just didn't feel like doing anything, which was very unlike him. No, he was not exactly the party boy, or the life of the party, but he did know how to have fun. And it was Shane's party, they were, hands down, amazing.

He was finishing his first bottle of beer, when she entered. Emma. 

He immediately started getting up, as he felt this sudden urge to talk to her. But then Matt came in behind her, and Will immediately sat down, feeling annoyed. Why was he there, everywhere, with her? She was never alone.

He shook his head. How could he be annoyed with Matt? Why was he annoyed with Matt? Matt hadn't done anything to annoy him. 

Except for dating Emma, said that extremely annoying small part of his brain, which his mother used to call his conscience. Was he jealous?

Yes, replied his conscience.

Well, he was annoyed with his conscience too, and he couldn't even punch it, because punching it meant punching his own head.

Wow, he had had a lot of beer. 

"Emma, come sit down. Play Spin The Bottle", said Hannah, who was sitting on the floor with a group of people.

"Um...no", said Emma

"Oh, she's gonna save all her kissing for...you know who I'm talking about", said Shane teasingly, punching Matt slightly on the arm.

Anger boiled in Will's stomach. He felt like punching the lights out of Shane for saying that.

Oh God, what was happening to him? No, no, he needed more to drink.

And with that happy thought, he opened a second bottle of beer and gulped it down in one go.

He then saw Emma and Matt whispering to each other in a corner. Emma wrapped her arms around Matt. 

Another surge of anger. And there was supposedly only one solution. He opened a third bottle.

He saw Emma coming towards him. He felt giddy, jumpy, happy. But he also felt woozy. He got up and felt a wave of nausea surge through his head, which made him sit back down.

He had this weird urge to giggle, laugh at his current situation. He had never liked any girl he had ever dated, and now that he liked a girl, he couldn't have her. 

Whoa. He liked Emma. Crap.

She couldn't see him like this. He was drunk. He had to get away. 

He used all his strength and will-power to get up and go out of the house and into the yard, where he immediately bumped into Penny.

"Watch where you're going, mister. What if you killed me?", said Penny, dragging every word. Her breath hit him.

"Are you... drunk?", he asked, trying to stand.

"No", she giggled, "okay, maybe a liiiitle", she said,"don't judge me. You are drunk as well."

"Uhh, let's not say it out loud, let's go talk somewhere private", Will said.

They somehow dragged themselves into a bedroom.

"So, what's your reason for drinking so much?", asked Penny.

"W-What do you mean?", he asked.

"Well, man gets drunk for either of two reasons. One", she said, stumbling and holding up her index finger, "he is extremely happy, or", she held up two fingers, "he is extremely sad. Heartbroken, maybe. And the booze helps deal with it."

"Hmm, is the beer enhancing your reasoning?", he asked sarcastically.

"Maybe", she said, and smiled, "and my reason is that I want a guy I can't have."

"Well, maybe we are kinda similar after all."

"So, who's the lucky girl?", Penny asked.

"I'd rather not tell. What about you?"

"I'd rather not tell either."

He started to sit on the bed, and at the same time, Penny began to get up. Their heads bumped with a clunk, and Penny's drink spilled down the front of his shirt. It was completely soaked.

" Whoa, how much beer was in that glass, Penny?", he asked sitting down next to her.

"Well...it is a big glass, and I may have emptied a bottle into it", she said, not looking sorry at all," ugh, my head feels heavy. I'm taking a nap."

And with that, she lied down and closed her eyes. Within a minute, Will could see her chest slowly rising and falling. She was asleep. This was the fastest Will had ever seen anyone fall asleep.

He began feeling really cold. He looked down and remembered his beer soaked t-shirt. He pulled it off and began to get up.

But his head felt like it was filled with concrete. He lied down instead.

MATT

"Emma, do you know where Penny is?", Matt asked, when he saw Emma wandering around the backyard.

"Hey, Matt. No. But do you know where Will is, by any chance?"

"Um, no."

"Okay, now I need some help. I need to pee, and it is very difficult to find an unoccupied bathroom, or a bedroom with a bathroom, if you know what I mean...", she smirked at him.

"Ew, Emma. Shane is rubbing off of you. But since I myself am a pervert, I will help you find an empty room with a bathroom."

"That is a lot of honesty, Matt."

They went down the corridor on the ground level, trying to look for an unoccupied bathroom, or an unlocked bedroom. They finally found one which whose door was ajar. Emma began to push it open, but Matt covered his eyes.

"Is anyone there? And are they decent?", he asked, but Emma did not answer.

He turned to where Emma was standing and took his hand off from his eyes, "Hey,  what happened, you look like you saw a ghost...", he shut his mouth when he turned and saw what Emma was looking at.

Will was lying shirtless on the bed, and beside him...Matt felt like his heart had been pulled out of his chest. Penny was lying beside him.

He needed a moment to take it in. Will had just slept with Penny.

Will  had slept with Penny.

"Is that Penny?!",asked Emma, incredulously. She had been a little too loud, because at the sound of her voice, Will woke up with a jerk and looked at them with wide eyes. Emma turned around and walked down the hall. Matt remained at the door.

"Matt, it's not what...", Will began, but Matt cut him.

"Save it, Will. Emma really liked you, tou know. She thought you liked her too. And now you sleep with her best friend, moreover the girl I've liked since we were in sixth grade. You told me you would wait till you found the one that you loved. But I guess I was wrong about you."

"I don't love Penny, Matt."

Matt felt disgusted, "Well, then that just makes you a lot more pathetic."

And with that, he turned around and walked down the corridor, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.