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•Alan's POV•

I walked nervously up to the house with Kellin and Vic right behind me. They were afraid I would be 'reckless' so insisted they had to come with me. I stopped and stared up at the house. It was huge and you could hear the loud music from a street away.
"You sure you wanna go to this party?" Vic asked me. "Your not really the party type."
I nodded my head. "I'm sure." I had one goal; get a little tipsy and relax. I didn't want to get full blown drunk, that was never my style, I just wanted to relax. Maybe alcohol isn't the best way to do it but it's the way I chose.

My only fear of the night was running into Austin. This was his friends house so it was definitely possible. If I saw him I would leave plain and simple. I made my way up the rest of the steps and pushed the door open. It was so crowded. People crammed everywhere. You couldn't walk without touching someone.

"I'm going to the kitchen." I screamed over the loud music to Kellin and Vic. Kellin grabbed my hand and gave me a warning look. I just shook him off and started to fight my way through the crowd. I finally found the kitchen and it was basically deserted, like I figured it would be. I also found the many bottles of alcohol and smiled to myself.

I didn't exactly know what was what, since I didn't drink a lot, and just stared at the bottles a few moments. That is until I felt an arm lay across my shoulder.
"You came!" And I turned my head slightly to see Oliver. He was giving me a toothy grin and was leaning over toward me slightly so I could hear him. It was quieter in the kitchen but the music still drifted in.

"Yea." I nodded and smiled back. "Cool party."
"You don't really do this often do you?" He asked and I ran a hand through my hair and shook my head. "Not really."
"Sweet or tangy or straight up?" He said and I stared at him confused. He motioned to the drinks.
"Sweet? I guess. I honestly have no clue."
"In that case defiantly sweet." He mixed a few different bottles into a cup and handed it to me. I held it awkwardly and he chuckled.
"Give it a taste love." He said and I glanced at him before bringing the cup to my lips and on second thought I brung it down quickly.

"You didn't like drug this did you?" I said accusingly. He gave me a baffled look.
"No. I'm not that kind of guy." He said slightly offended. "I may get around but I would never do that to someone. It's their choice not just mine to get under the sheets."
"Look I'm sorry," I felt like a pile of shit right now. He had good intentions and here I go and accuse him. "Please. I'm sorry."

"No worries." He said and smiled at me again. I nodded and brought the cup up to my lips. Surprisingly it was fruity and I found myself liking the taste. I took a another large drink and before I knew it I had finished the cup.
"Good?" He asked and I looked down shyly. "Yea. Thanks."
"Want another?"
I nodded and he fixed me some more then fixed his own cup.

I held the cup and leaned against the counter. Oliver was right across from me and he was smiling at me.
"Thanks for inviting me Oliver." I said after a while to break the silence.
"It's fine and call me Oli." He took a sip from his cup. "Come on. Let me show you how to enjoy a party." I hesitated a moment before grabbing Oli's hand and letting him lead me out of he kitchen.

•Austin's POV•

"Lacy for fucks sake hurry up." I said as I laid back on her bed.
"Austie I'm trying to find an outfit you'll like." She said storming out of her walk in closet in nothing but her yellow bra and thong. Who the fuck wears a yellow bra and thong?
"Just hurry." I said and she went back into the the closet.

In order for her to go out tonight her 'date' had to come eat with her parents. It was the most boring event of my life. It's not like her parents really cared though. I can remember several of the times where I had fucked her while they were downstairs. As long as she didn't get in too much trouble she could do what she wanted.

She finally came out of the closet in a very very short dress. It was a disgusting pink color and showed her fucking yellow bra. I didn't care though at least I could see her ass peak out from under it. She sat down at her vanity and caked some makeup on. Finally she pulled on some heels and was ready to go.

I pulled up to Oli's house and when I got inside I went straight to the kitchen for a drink, Lacy following right behind me. I poured us each a drink and I sipped on it. My goal was a buzz, very different from my previous plans of getting passed out drunk. Lacy was a light weight in all means possible. Two more drinks and she would be out of her head.

The party was in full swing at the moment, we had been late by a couple hours. Most people were shitfaced. I took a seat on a couch and sipped my drink. I talked to the couple guys sitting there while Lacy tried to get my attention. She was basically giving me a lap dance at this point. She just wasn't doing it for me tonight maybe I'll score with someone else. If not Lacy it is I guess.

I looked out into the crowd of people dancing. Hopefully looking for someone to possibly have a little fun with. I saw a cute brunette by the wall. I pushed Lacy off and got up. "Austie!" She whined and I turned back annoyed. "Just do whatever." I said and she huffed before scooting into the lap of the guy next to her.

I rolled my eyes and moved around the outskirts of the crudely dancing people trying to get to the girl. I was pushed harshly and tumbled to the ground along with two others.
"What the hell?!" I shouted and looked at the two laughing their asses off. I growled in the back of my throat as I watched a very drunk Alan be helped up by an only slightly less drunk Oli.

"Sorry dude. Me and his cutie were on our way to dance." He said and stood behind Alan, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"Oli can we go." Alan mumbled looking down.
"Sure thing." Oli said and kissed his cheek. I saw Alan blush. My blood boiled and I thought I was going to kill someone at the moment.

Oli pulled him to the dance floor and gripped his hips making him rock them back and forth to the music as Alan giggled. Then it all clicked. This was the plump lipped, nice assed guy Oli wanted to score with tonight.

I saw red. Alan was mine. No one was supposed to touch him. I roughly pushed past people and when I got to the pair I jerked Alan away. "What the fuck?!" Oli said. I turned around and punched him right in the face. I hoped it broke his fucking nose. I gripped Alan's wrist and pulled him after me.

I pulled him out the door and down the sidewalk towards my car.
"Let me go!" He yelled. I ignored him and his attempts to get me to release him. "Austin! Let me go right now! Your hurting me." He said and I instantly loosened my grip. I don't know what made me but I did. I didn't want to hurt him.

I turned to him and he was starting to cry. I reached up with my other hand to wipe his tears away and he smacked it away.
"D-don't touch me." He sobbed.
"Alan please calm down. " I pleaded. It was killing me seeing him like this.
"No! I won't calm down! Don't act like you care. You don't." He sobbed. "I'm nothing but a freak in your eyes. Just someone who's better off dead in your eyes. You don't give two shits. Now let me go so I can go back to Oli. He was nice."

He wanted to leave me. That wasn't happening. "No Alan. Listen I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't fix it! I hate myself and I hate you. Okay. You got what you wanted! I'll leave you alone. You won't have to worry about the stupid freak mutt you were mated with." His face was now covered in tears and my heart was breaking. Did my actions really affect him this much? Did he really hate himself?

At that moment I let all the walls I had built up come crashing down. I felt everything Alan was feeling and I wanted to break down into sobs. I didn't want him to be like this. This wasn't my intentions. I wrapped him in my arms and he punched my chest.
"Let me go!" He cried, tears wetting my shirt. I just held him close and mumbled sorry over and over as he cried.

I was a monster and I couldn't believe I had done this. I held him and I couldn't get over the fact that this felt so right. He needed to be in my arms. I needed him to be in my arms. He didn't just need me. I needed him.

I kissed the top of his head. That's how we stayed for a while. In the middle of the sidewalk holding each other. Him crying and me apologizing over and over again.