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Tw: light smut
1986
The party was filled with kegs of beer and loud speakers, the air hot and almost suffocating. It was a party that your boyfriend, Lars, got invited to, and you agreed to go with him. That was only because Lars told you there would only be "a few close friends", but how were you suppose to know that a few close friends, meant an entire neighborhood of people.
While noise levels increased, and more people joined the party, you found yourself all alone with strange faces around. That's when you left the living room, and went on a search for a vacant bedroom. Needing an escape from the party for sometime, since Lars was nowhere to be found.
Once you swung the door open to one of the rooms, you found your best friend sitting on the red velvet chair, a Cosmopolitan magazine in her hands.
"Y/f/n? What are you doing here?" You asked, confusion laced in your tone. Afterall, your bestfriend rarely made an appearance at wild parties.
"James brought me here. Apparently he wanted me to pretend I was dating him, just to make this one chick jealous" She informed, not looking up from her magazine
"Did you come here with Lars?" Y/f/n wondered, changing the subject.
"Yeah, I just don't know where he went, and all the loudness, and strangers didn't help make things better" you laughed, and sat down on the bed.
The room was quiet up until y/f/n started reading different articles out loud, making you groan, since you just wanted some peace and quiet. You wanted to go home, but you didn't want to leave Lars by himself.
"Listen to this one, y/n" your bestfriend grinned, before starting to read another bullshit article "Recent study has proven that European men are better at kissing, than American"
You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that half of the articles in those magazines were lies. Lies that were put in there to lure the reader in.
"Well..?" Y/f/n raised an eyebrow, finally looking up at your confused expression.
"Well what?" You wondered
"Is Lars a good kisser?"
Your cheeks turned a bright red, when your curious bestfriend asked that question. You couldn't even answer it, since Lars had never kissed you, he usally just pecked your cheek or forehead.
Maybe that was because you and him had only been dating for a month, or maybe it was because you had told him about how awkward you could be, when it came to kissing.
You never bothered to ask him why either, and you never use to feel the urge to kiss your drummer boyfriend. That all changed though, especially when you were constantly around Lars, and had found yourself falling in love with him too. Y/f/n waved a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts, and making you contemplate, whether you should tell her about the little secret between you and Lars.
