twenty four

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XXIV
what's your favorite scary movie !

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"matt!"

the brunette as stood against the cement wall chugging down his root beer. because he was the only driver, he sort of had to be designated. he didn't exactly mind it, though. he sort of hated drinking. elesia, who'd been on her fifth can of bud light- ew, by the way- jumped next to his side.

her arms flung around him, jumping up and down. "are you enjoying your one mil party?"

matt swallowed, doing his best to hide his frown. "yeah, yeah. it's great!" he assured her.

she let go of his shoulders. "have you seen emersyn? i can't find her anywhere." her words slurred.

every. fucking. time. matt was sure that never again would he go to a party without having to worry about fucking emersyn. dumb fucking emersyn. dumb, perfect emersyn. he'd never escape.

matthew sighed, chugging down a big swig of his root beer. "where'd you last see her?" he hummed.

"she was with wyatt."

matt grimaced, his jaw clenching up and his brows dipping down. you have got to be fucking kidding me. "okay, i''ll look for her. but, seriously, el, calm down on the booze." with that, he gestured the girl further through the living room, helping her take a seat on the couch next to cameron and then left the room.

he went first upstairs, and stocked through each bedroom looking for the girl, even walking in on some couples. he searched through the kitchen, and then the living room and dining room, even into the basement where two or three seniors were gathering little freshman with spin the bottle. of course it was wrong and gross, but before he could go down there and stop them, he had to find his emmy first.

after rounds and rounds of searching the first and second floors of the house, he finally made his way to the backyard. a lot less people roamed compared to the inside of the party, most of them appeared to be slightly high. if any type of social media got ahold of this part, the press would probably have a field day. a cluster of famous influencers getting stoned at a youtuber party.

now, he spotted her. her legs kicked up and down, giving her more agility on her swing. there, next to her, was a blond boy. matt fixed his eyes on the two, as the boy made a joke, which resulted in emersyn giggling and nearly falling off the set. he marched towards them, his calm expression masking his face.

"emmy." he mumbled.

the girl turned in her seat to look up at him. her body became stiff, her laughter now dead. "matt, hi."

matt didn't respond, instead his eyes were locked with the blond. this was not wyatt. this boy had a much more prominent smile, his dimples showed and his eyes crinkled. "hey, congratulations on a million, man."

matt's straight posture relaxed. who the fuck was this? "yeah, yeah. uh, thank you."

the blond held out his hand. "i'm sam."

unsure, matt reached out and took up his offer, his eyes squinted. "matt." he mumbled.

emersyn jumped out of her swing, her arms flailing the air. "matthew! you don't know who this is?"

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