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40 - july fourth pt. 1

A/N OKAY HI so I don't know why I did this but I did. Yes this chapter is ridiculously long and yes so much happens. And yes I sorta broke the fourth wall again. Enjoy this Fourth of July special I'm not writing it on the 4th nor is it going up then but enjoy it anyways it was like a few weeks ago woohoo america this is 5k words help

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Many things happened on July fourth.

In order for you to be able to absorb all of the information, there are three things you need explained. Three stories of three totally different nights that somehow ended the exact same way for three different couples.

First, I'll start by telling you about Luke and Valentine's Fourth of July. Neither of them were really big on the american holiday in the past, but for some reason, the stars aligned this year. Both of them felt like partying.

As the night unfolded, and countless numbers of bodies made the large house feel extremely cramped, Valentine lost touch of reality. In the best way possible of course, she felt so alive. She was feeling emotions to lengths that she didn't really know she was capable of. She was determined to make her night as amazing as she possibly could. She was determined to be happy. To completely ignore what Mary had told her. To reject the thoughts just as fast as she rejected the calls.

"Do a body shot off of me," the brunette slurred, clinging to Luke's arm has he led her towards the kitchen where there were slightly less people than in the living room a few feet away.

"I'm not... I'm not doing that, Valentine," he slurred out himself, feeling the exact same way she felt. The two seemed to move as one as they arrived to the kitchen. It was a bad choice of location, though, because Valentine surrounded by even more alcohol was just not a good idea.

"Please, Luke," she begged the blonde, pouting a little at his persistent head shaking at the idea. Admittedly, drunk Valentine just wanted to feel the boys lips on her.

Luke felt like he could kiss her then. The way her lips were swollen and damp from the drink she had been sipping on only a few minutes ago. She looked beautiful as ever, and her hair had only been messed up a little bit throughout the process of her getting shitfaced. Any other girl at the party would've looked tired and run down by then, but Valentine looked just as beautiful as she did when she first emerged from Mariam's room dressed and ready.

"Please," she urged him again, after he had forgotten what she was asking for in the first place. The scene of her so roughed up was too much for him to admire adequately, so he snapped himself out of the trance that was coming on so that he could helplessly deny Valentine of something he so desperately wanted to do.

"Why not?" She pouted again, nearly sending Luke over the edge at that.

"Because you're really drunk," he leaned forward and spoke low, as if revealing a dirty secret that nobody else could know. Valentine laughed at his sarcasm, lightly swatting his arm away from her as he used dramatic hand gestures.

"So? Who cares!"

"No, Valentine. The answer is I'm not doing a body shot off of you," Luke repeated, his tone absolutely stern. That didn't really phase Valentine, though.

"We could go upstairs and do it in private," Valentine mumbled, only half aware that she was speaking the words aloud. After Luke furrowed his eyebrows in subtle contemplation, he shook his head again.

"What are you two up to?" Mariam approached the two who were still standing in the kitchen. As the familiar face joined them, Valentine happened to find a clear spot on the counter that she wanted to lift herself up and onto.