(𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 !)

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐟 𝐂'𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐀𝐓𝐋 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡.
𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟕:𝟎𝟏 𝐩.𝐦.

"Shh. You'll wake her up," you shushed C, trying to stifle a laugh. It was about seven in the evening, an hour before C's party would start. You, him, and Azula have been running around all day, from the salon to driving to a whole other county to try this ice cream you saw on Instagram. Needless to say she was worn out but today was probably the most fun she's had in a while. And it was all thanks to you.

You carefully headed back to her room, avoiding miscellaneous toys that were scattered all over the floor. C rushed to open her covers so that you had somewhere to put her down. When you did, you pulled the covers back up, tucking her in, while also remembering to place one of her toys next to her. You stood back up and turned to her older brother. "Okay. She's all good," you whispered, starting to walk out.

"Thanks again for taking her out today," he spoke but in a normal volume since the two of you were out of her room now.

"No problem. I'll be happy to do it some other time."

"Cool !"

"Yeah."

Then there was silence. At least it would've been if he didn't speak again. "So about my party-"

"I told you I'd be there," you interjected.

"I know but um. As soon as you get there, come find me."

"What for ?"

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫..

"Girl it don't matter what for !" Juju laughed, taking a shot as he helped apply your lashes.

You sucked your teeth and looked at Bryson for his say on the situation. Instead, he sighed loudly. "Juju it ain't nothing but water bottle, the rest of need to pregame too." Juju's counterpart came and snatched the crushed up water bottle filled with Pink Whitney. It was all he could get from his parent's bar and passed it to you.

You took a swig before bringing back up the topic at hand. "Anyways.. Bryson what do you think he wants ?"

He shrugged as you passed back the water bottle. "I dunno. That nigga is like a maze.. what's that one called ?"

"Nigga what ?" Juju responded.

"That one maze that was hard and shit. Oh ! And it had a bull man."

"A labyrinth ?" you answered, unsure if that's what he meant.

Bryson snapped his fingers. "Yes that !"

"Okay Miss Debate Team ! Cuz I had no clue what he was talking about," Juju laughed, snatching back the bottle from Bryson. "By the way is tonight a K or a PP ?"

You snorted. "PP," you repeated laughing

"Girl grow up. It might be in a K in the beginning but a PP at nine. You know how C is," Bryson responded.

You looked at the two as if they were speaking another language. "What are y'all talking about ?"

"Oh I forgot you're a private school girl," JuJu teased before you flipped him off. He sucked his teeth, "A K is a kickback. Everyone's chillin' yadda yadda. And a PP is a party party. Throwing ass. Allat-"

"Last time I went to a PP, I got ass thrown on me five times in twenty minutes !" Bryson interjected.

As the two of them went on, sharing memories, the three of you finally finished getting ready and now the only thing left to do was get past your dad, uncle, and mom. The three of you walked down the steps, trying to act as normal as possible.

𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐤𝐤𝐤𝐤 !!!!!

𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮.                             (𝐲/𝐧).                    𝐛𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧.

"Where are you three off to ?" your uncle called as soon as he noticed the three of you sneaking down the stairs from the corner of his eye.

This gained your dad's attention and then your mom's. "Levi. Leave my babies alone," your mom said as she got up. "Make sure you guys call if you need anything . Have fun pero por favor cuidadmente (but be safe ) !"

"Okay mom," you respond giving her a kiss on her cheek. The two boys behind you did the same before the three of you got to the door.

"Hold on !" Damnit. "What's the address ? In case you guys need a ride."

Your dad swore he was the slickest person in the world. "Erwin don't start. You just wanna stake it out with short stack over here," your mom teased.

A small giggle left the three of your mouths but quickly stopped when Levi shot you all a dirty look. "You know maybe that's our cue ." Bryson opened the door and held it for you and JuJu to walk out of.

The three of you stumbled to the driveway and since you weren't drunk because you only took a sip, it was your responsibility to drive the two. JuJu tossed you the keys to his pink Jeep and you were on your way. The sounds of Doja Cat and Megan Thee Stallion blasted through his speakers as you drove through the nighttime ATL streets. The ride wasn't that long but it was long enough to hear "Ain't Shit" play. As soon as it started, you felt JuJu shake your shoulders as he screamed Doja's heartbroken lyrics. You laughed before shaking him off and parallel parking his car in front of C's house.

As soon as you pull up, the music from inside almost overpowered the music in your car. But the music playing was slow. Right now "Come Through And Chill" was playing. So it must've been a K right now, as JuJu and Bryson predicted. People were outside, smoking and kicking back while you saw lights flashing from inside with a lot of people dancing. You took a deep breath before following JuJu and Bryson out the car. They latched on to each of your arms as the three of you walked in.

As soon as you got into the door, the guys started talking, getting their friends' attention so that they could look at you. They weren't the only ones looking either. While some girls were smiling and waving, others were sneaking quick side eyes and whispers to their friends. You didn't notice since your eyes were focused on looking for the plug with the buzzcut.

"Ju ! Bry ! (y/n) !" All of your heads turned in the direction of the girl's voice calling you.

"Hey Mik," you rush up to her and the group of your other friends sitting in the kitchen. You gave them a hug before leaning against a counter, between Sasha and Mikasa. You and the girls huddled around each other, having small talk while the boys wandered off onto the dance floor. As they walked away, you watched as Mikasa turned around to watch them leave, her eyes going up and down Jean's body.

You nudged her arm, jokingly. "Soooo what's going on with that ?"

She snapped out of her daze and looked at you, Sasha, and Ymir who were all staring back at her. "What ? Nothing."

"Lies," Ymir said, pretending to hide it with a cough.

Mikasa sucked her teeth. "Okay so maybe we hooked up once.. or twice.. or a few times but nothing other than that."

Your jaw dropped. You definitely missed a few chapters since you went to private school. "Wait I thought you and Eren-"

"Hell no. Eren was a middle school crush. We're just really good friends," Mikasa interjected.

You nodded, satisfied with her answer before a sly grin grew on Sasha's face. "So (y/n)," she started.

"What ?"

"You and C-"

"Don't even start. JuJu and Bryson have been up my ass about him-"

"Speak of the devil," Ymir interrupted, nodding her head in a direction for the four of you two look. Instead of trying to make it subtle, all four of you looked to see what she was talking about.

"Hey friend !" Sasha greeted the man of the hour, giving him a tight side hug.

"Hey Sash'. What's up guys," he nodded to the other girls.

"Hey C," Mikasa and Ymir said in unison, holding out there hands for C to fist bump.

C's hands dug into his pocket as he took in your outfit. From your short skirt to your floral tank top. "So the Princess actually came," he teased. You crossed your arms but before you got the chance to respond with something smart, he spoke. "Come get a drink with me," he proposed, holding out his hand for you to take.

"Yeah (y/n) go get a drink," you hear Mikasa say before feeling a group of hands nudging you forward a little bit. You looked back at them rolling your eyes and prompting for C to start walking. His hand retreated back into his pocket as he walked along side you.

You followed him to a table set up towards the back that had all types of bottles and shots. He poured two cups with the punch he had but gave one only a little bit. That was the one he gave you. You took the cup in your hand and looked at it confused before looking back at him. "Is there alcohol in this ?"

He laughed. "Duh."

"I rather just have some water."

"What ? Can't handle your liquor ?" C teases, before handing you a bottle of water that was on the same table.

You chuckle. "Not that. I just prefer.. other things." You motion your hand to act like you were taking a hit of a spliff.

"Ohhh gotcha. I have something to spark with. Only if you want."

"Lemme think about it and I'll let you know."

He shrugged. "No rush we have all night."

In that moment, "At Your Best" by Aaliyah began to play. You watched as people began to split off into twos and slow danced to the song. It kind of reminded you of the story of how your parents met back in the 90s. Enjoying the moment, you felt a hand slide around your waist and turn you to face the person doing it. "Can I have this dance ?" C asked looking down at you. 

"You're corny as hell," you snickered. His face turned to a defeated one as his hand began to slip away from your waist but you reached your hand to hold it there. "But sure."

C smiled, with the whites in his eyes changing different colors due to the colored lights shining off of them. You got closer to each other, with your hands finding their way up to his shoulders and his tightening their hold on your hips. You moved side to side with him leading. The scent of his vanilla cologne that had the smallest hint of weed was enough to intoxicate you on its own. And he felt the same way as he took in a whiff of the Burberry scent you were gifted by your parents.

The both of you avoided eye contact for a bit but once your eyes landed on his, he didn't want it to stop. Your brown irises captured his gaze. C continued to examine your face. You were gorgeous to him but he knew that before. "What you know about Aaliyah ?" you ask to break the silence between you two.

"I know enough, Princess," he answered. "But seriously my mom loved music like this so-" he shrugged. "I guess it always stuck."

"Your mom had great taste," you commented.

"Speaking of parents..Detective Smith is your dad."

You looked at him confused. "How'd you know ?"

"It's not exactly a secret," he replied.

"Guess that means, this'll be the last time I come over here."

"Who said that ? I just thought it was funny. He'd have a fit if he knew you were at my party. Doesn't matter to me though." You looked for a sign of him lying but he genuinely seemed to not care about your dad and part of you was relieved. Which was weird because it's not like you were actually friends with him.

"Doesn't matter to me either."

"Good. But on another note you wanna go somewhere more quiet ?" You looked at him with suspicion so his hands shot up in defense. "Not on some crazy shit. Just to talk."

"Mhm," you respond before taking the hand he extended to you. He led you to a room in the back, which must've been his.

It was pretty basic and surprisingly clean. It had a bunch of posters of track stars plastered on its walls. His room was illuminated with purple LED lights.

"Sorry I don't have a throne or anything but make yourself comfortable," he called while rummaging through a safe he kept stashed away under his bed to find his weed and something to roll with.

"You're so funny," you remark, in a monotone voice. You look over at C sitting at his desk, rolling up. He licked the paper only a little to make sure that it was good to go, creating a perfect blunt. Kinda hot but you quickly snapped out of it.

"I know right," he paused to light up as he walked to sit down on his bed as you took his seat at his desk. "Ladies first." He hands you the blunt, which you take and take two hits of, before handing it back to him.

(𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰)

When C got it back, he took one long hit before blowing some out. His body loosened up as his position changed into him manspreading a little. Your rotation continued as "Can We Talk" by Tevin Campbell could be heard playing from outside. Maybe it was his legs being open or the way he looked underneath his purple lights but he was becoming more and more irresistible. When it was your turn to pass it to him, you saved him the trip and sat right next to him on his bed. "Here," you say giving him the blunt that had definitely shrunk in size.

"Thanks Princess."

You suck your teeth, "You know I have a name."

"Yeah but everyone calls you (y/n)."

"Well obviously."

"So I wanna be special."

You scoff. "Tuh ! Who you think you are ?"

"I'm C , baby. You should know this."

You playfully roll your eyes as you take the blunt from his hands and hit it, taking a longer hit than usual. You held it in for a few and blew some out, "accidentally" having it hit his face. C lightly bit his lip before taking the blunt back. "It has about one more hit in it. Wanna share it ?"

You raised an eyebrow. "How ?"

"Lemme show you." C's hand moved your face closer to his and his other one held the blunt to his mouth. You heard the crackle and sizzle of the lit up blunt as he took the final hit. After inhaling a little, he placed his lips softly against yours, blowing some of the smoke into your mouth. And as much as you wanted to stay like that, you pulled away so that you could pull the smoke out.

"You think you slick, huh ?"

C smiled, showcasing his pearly white teeth. "Maybe a little. Ya'know I'm really surprised at you."

"Hm ?"

"Miss (y/n) Smith. Princess of Paradis, star student, and daughter of detective Smith, doesn't need to cough when smoking. Something tells me this isn't your first rodeo."

Your hand found its way up to your mouth to hide your face when you laughed. "I'm still a regular person. Plus my best friends are the biggest pot heads ever."

"Nah you're not regular. Far from it."

"Oh ? Then what am I ?"

"You're-"

"(y/n) ! Oh- My bad y'all," JuJu apologized as him and two smaller humans poked their heads through the door. "So boom I found these two and the. It reminded me I didn't even know where my baby was."

Azula and C's little brother walked into the room. They didn't even acknowledge the two of you and crawled into C's bed to go to sleep. You would've stayed behind to help C tuck the both of them in but JuJu was giving you the "bitch come have fun with me" look. You sighed, patting him on the shoulder before walking out of the room with JuJu. And as much as he hated to see you go, he loved to watch you leave.