Bro Code : Luke Hemmings IN EDITING

Chapter Five - PART TWO : IN EDITING

When we get to Casey's, the street is already lined with cars, but luckily someone is leaving so we slip our car into their spot. 

"Ready?" he asks, popping out his elbow so we can link arms.

"As ever, but promise me.. Promise you won't leave me?" I look up with hopeful eyes.

"Of course," he kisses my forehead in a friendly manor and we head into the all ready loud house.

There is probably thirty kids scattered, but a larger group is in the living room dancing to atechno song. It's only eight-thirty, but you'd think it was around midnight. Michael takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen. It's nearly empty, other than a few kids grabbing a drink or a snack.

"Hope! I'm so happy you're here!" Casey says, pulling me into a hug. She looks down to my hand, which is still being held in Michael's bigger one. I guess we didn't get a chance to let go before she saw, but it isn't like it is in a loving way, only to make sure he doesn't lose me in the group.

"Thanks for inviting me!" I say, offering a smile.

"So, are my favorite couple a couple yet or is this hand holding just to tease me?" she laughs. She's tipsy already. 

I look up to Michael, not sure how to respond. I didn't want to say no, and hurt his feelings, but I couldn't say yes, because I don't think we are. Eventually the question is over looked.

"Well, that was awkward!" she shakes her head as if she is clearing thoughts from her mind. "Drinks are in the fridge and cooler. If they get low, I have more in the garage, but that's a secret," she puts her finger to her lips and mouths a 'shhh'. We nod and watch her walk out of the room.

"What do you want to drink?" Michael asks, turning to face me.

"Something fruity, like for kids. Does that exist?" I laugh. I'm not stupid about stuff, but I'm not particularly a drinker.

"Well, let's just see what's here," he laugh at me.

We walk over and open the fridge. It's fully stocked with drinks; the whole thing is full. It must've cost a fortune to get all of it, but I know that isn't a problem for someone like Casey. Her parents are lenient and wealthy, so it's not like she would get into too much trouble, but they also wouldn't condone this party. Her older brother probably got all the alcohol. I spot colorful labels on the top that look promising. I read the name, Smirnoff, it looks okay. 

"This one!" I reach up and grab it. "What are you drinking?"

"I'm driving, so water" he shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh, then I don't want to drink either. That's no fun," I feel bad for coming since he isn't going to drink.

"There may be a D.D. afterwards. If there is, I'll drink with you," he smiles.

"Then come on! Let's go," I pull him through the doorway and start off in the same direction I had seen Casey go. She is out back, by the pool. Her blond hair makes her easy to spot because she's tall, plus the ends are purple.

"What are we doing," Michael half yells over the music.

"Seeing if we're going to stay or not," I reply, approaching Casey. I tap her on the shoulder. 

"What's up?" she says, flinging her cup in the air and spinning around. "Oh hey, Michael. What's going on, hottie," she addresses him. She is hammered.

"Hi, Casey," he says with a laugh, clearly amused.

"Have I ever told you that you're super hot? I've wanted to bang you since the eighth grade," she smirks and slings her arm over his shoulder. He holds her stumbling body up with all of his strength. She is so drunk.