Johns POV.
My eyes were wide open, and as I turn to Dylan, although I couldn't see his face in the dark, I knew if I did, I would see shock evident clearly on his face.

"A- a- pyjama party?" I glare at the door, standing up, not even bothering to bring Angelicas suitcases in.

"Yeah, what the hell? They didn't tell you?" Dylan asked, worry and confusion filled his voice.

"Yeah! Did you know?" I huff.

"No!" He says, raising his arms up.

"Well I'm going inside to stop this."

"Wait." Dylan says and grabs my shoulder. "Maybe we all need this. Maybe this fun will be good after.. the.. you know." He told me.

We sat back down, trying to catch a little peace for a bit.

I understood. Not knowing how my pa was, killed me. All the sleepless nights, tossing and turning. Basically, I was just waiting until the letter confirming that my pa was dead, arrived.

But now that he was okay, alive and well, I need a little celebration.

"Okay, fine. I'm still giving them a piece of my mind though." I chuckle and Dylan joins me.

I look at the cobblestone street and my breath almost got caught in my lungs.

I saw a figure. It was coming towards me, and my breath hitched. Definitely not out of fear because it was dark now and the figure looked to me like a scary ghost.

Dylan seemed to catch on and looked at the direction I was.

"Who's that?" He whispered. I shrug, and nervously ask Dylan if he wants to go inside now.

But I didn't want to show Dylan that I was.. scared or whatever, so I tried not to let my voice tremble.

"Sure." He replies, almost unbothered. "But.. oh. It's the strawberry lady."

All of a sudden, the porch lights go on. That meant it was now 7pm. It always switches on at 7.

I tilt my eyebrows and look at him. "The strawberry lady? The hell? Are you twelve?"

He chuckles. "No. I meant, that's the woman I saw earlier and she was planting strawberries. I didn't catch her name."

"Ohh!" I say, mentally smacking my forehead for being frightened about a 40 year old. "That's Mrs. Derins. She's nice, a close friend of my ma."

She seemed to be coming towards us. And then finally, she came into plain view, her face was illuminated by the yellow light from the porch.

"Hello John! How are ya?" She asks me, beaming.

"Good, Mrs. Derins!" I smile, and then start to introduce Dylan.

"Oh but I've already met him!" She cuts me short.
"He's staying with you, yeah? Sweet one, he is! A good lad, I can tell!"

Dylan attempts a smile but fails miserably and ends up nodding awkwardly. He then leans across and whispers to me that he wasn't very good at small talk like this so we had to go inside.

"What did you need? We have to go inside, it's getting cold!" I chuckle, and pretend to shiver.

"Oh, well I wanted to ask if your ma was home?"

I shook my head. "No, sorry. She left with my pa this afternoon. They'll be back after this weekend."

Mrs. Derins makes an 'ohh' realisation face and says her byes.

"I'm sorry, I'm just really awkward around new people I don't even know." Dylan explains, and I just shake my head.

"Don't worry about it. We've all been there."

Dylan and I carried the heavy ass bags as we ascended the steps. I sat them down on the doormat.

Before I opened the door, I heard muffled melodies coming from inside. I roll my eyes in annoyance and opened the knob.

An unexpected smell of alcohol hit me. It was strong, almost as if I was wavering it right under my nose. Almost intoxicating.

Then the music. So. Fucking. LOUD! 

"Dylan! Over here!" I hear a voice and my head snaps to the right, the living room. Quinn was on the sofa, holding a red cup, and she was grinning from ear to ear. She was surrounded by her friends, some of their names, I don't even know.

I look over at Dylan and see him blush. He's smiling goofily and admiring her. Like I do. Did, is the right word now I suppose. Whatever, she's not mine now, and never will be, so I better put a stop to my pity.

"I'll be over there.." His voice drifts off as he keeps the suitcase and heavy duffel bag on the shelf near the living room entrance and goes inside. I watch, as the two lovebirds embrace in a heartfelt hug and kiss.

I couldn't help my feel a sting in my heart. Maybe I was overreacting, but, Rome wasn't built in a day and I can't just rid of my feelings like I can a bad smell.

"The fuck? Who brought beer?" I ask, scrunching up my nose. The brashness of this music could've actually made my ears fall off.

I've never actually liked beer, or any type of alcohol based drink. Call me innocent or whatever, having just turned 18 last month and still drinking milkshakes at dinner.

"Me." I heard a slurred reply, and I followed the direction of the voice, trying to hear it over this obnoxious heavy metal music.

My gaze fell on Angelica. She was sitting on the kitchen island, and her head was flung back as she was laughing loudly and giggling uncontrollably. It shouldn't, but it bothered me that Hade, my classmate in Geography, had his hand on Angelicas thigh.

She carried a beer can in her hand. How they managed to get drunk that quickly, I don't even know.

"Hey." I say, before propping the suitcases next to the door frame of the kitchen.

"Sup, dude? Cool party." Hade nodded at me.

"It's not-" I start, but then remember that I should just try and have a good time.

"Johnny.. come, have a drink." Angie says, her words at the end, slurred.

"No thanks, I'm still full from lunch." I try to let out a chuckle, but my anger at Hade just grew.

"Angie, you're drunk already?" I question, narrowing my eyes and sitting on one of the chairs infront of her.

Hade laughed. "No shit she's drunk, man. She downed like, three beers in a second."

My eyes grew wide. Three? Angie? I look at her in disbelief, she was snorting, then turning her front to me, still sitting on the island.

"Come here, Johnny." She says, bringing her legs together and leaning closer to me, almost whispering in the most seductive way.

And then she said it.

"Kiss me." My heart started pounding against my chest. Obviously, I still love Quinn. Could I make her jealous? No. I can't use Angie like that. Or anyone. Maybe this will help me get over Quinn. 

Do I do it?

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oolalalaaa! does he do it?
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