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SHOTS
"falling for you wasn't really falling at all. it was like walking into a house and knowing your home"

~lyla~

after everyone was ready, we somehow managed to pile into micah's small car. i typed the address into his phone, and we were on our way. "okay who's going to be our designated driver?" i asked my eyes darting around from each of the boys around me.

i got a bunch of not mes and no ways before micah suggested he should because he didn't want anyone else to drive his car.

the party lights could be seen from a block away, and even with the cars music on, the music blasting from the house easily overpowered it. how the party hasn't been busted by the cops by now beats me, but i'm not complaining.

pulling up next to the house, micah let's us off before circling around the back to try and find a parking spot. mason and nick are quick to run in, leaving me and joão behind.

we both stand awkwardly for a second, just staring at the packed house in front of us. even though the music from the home is basically popping my ear drums, everything seems to go quiet.

"wanna get a drink?" he asks, a faint smile present on his face. i nod with a smile, and we walk inside the house together.

navigating through the hundreds of sweaty teens, we are able to somehow find the drink table. "wanna take a shot with me?" i ask, but he just stares at me oddly.

normally i wouldn't ask a guy who i barely even know to take a shot with me, but at the moment i don't really give a shit.

"what!" he screams.

"want to take a shot with me?!" i try to yell over the immense sound of whatever song was playing and the many screaming people. he continues to stare at me like i'm talking out of my ass, before he realizes what i was asking and nods.

i grab a bottle of something from the the table and fill up two shot glasses. i hand him one and we both set them down on the edge of the table. on the count of three, we both grab our cups, cling them together, and empty the contaminants into our throats.

the liquid burns sliding down my throat. i smile to myself, liking the way the alcohol makes me feel. we both slam our cups back onto the counter and take a moment to catch our breaths.

i shift my gaze to him, only to notice his eyes were already on me. i give him a smile and he returns the gesture before his eyes land on the glass in my hand.

he grabs it, filling it up with more of the clearish liquid before doing the same in his own. we take another shot together, and then a third. after catching our breaths, we both lean against the edge of the counter watching the many people in front of us dancing, singing, or making out.

we had started small talk and we're getting to know simple things about each other, such as each others favorite color, animal, and basically just little things like that.

turns out he had known my brother since sixth grade, and i hadn't known. for some reason i felt pity for not remembering him. if my brother had spent so much time with him, how come i didn't know him better.

we exchanged numbers and socials and eventually landed on the topic of hockey. "hockey is not as easy as it seems"

"i mean it can't be that hard can it?" he asks, the smile never leaving his face.