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being at a party by yourself sucks. well, i wasn't actually alone, my best friend came with me, but she ditched me for some muscular dude right when we walked through the door of the huge home.
the party was hosted by an artist i was friends with, yungblud, to be more specific. he and i have been friends since high school and he had invited me to "hang out" i obviously didn't know "hang out" meant get drunk with his friends at a crowded, booming party. however, i was in the mood to get drunk, so i didn't dwell on it too much.
walking into the kitchen, i found the alcohol, which made me smile a bit. i grabbed the first bottle my hand touched, not really caring what it was, and began to pour the drink into the red solo cup i found by the table.
"that's a terrible choice of drink." a raspy voice said from beside me.
"well, what do you recommend?" i smiled at the tall blonde.
"not that. that shit tastes like nail polish remover." he laughed, taking the cup from my hand and pouring the drink into the sink.
"well, you didn't have to waste it." i mumbled, watching him make a mix drink. "are you a bartender?"
"no, but i have some experience." he said, handing me the drink.
"so, what are you then?" i asked, taking a sip of the surprisingly good beverage.
"a rapper." he stated plainly, watching me drink the alcoholic liquid.
"really? what's your name, i'll look you up when i get home?" i asked excitedly.
"uh, machine gun kelly." he mumbled, shyly rubbing his neck.
"oh! i've heard of you! i listened to concert for aliens the other night and it was really good." i smiled, handing him the drink to sip out of.
"thank you. uh, wanna go upstairs?" he asked, pointing behind him with the cup in his hands.
"sure." i shrugged and he took my hand, guiding me up the stairs of the home,
he lead me to an unoccupied room, taking a seat on the bed. i hesitantly sat beside him, taking the drink back from his hand.
"tell me more about you." i smiled adoringly at him, watching him smile slightly.
"uh, my real name is colson baker. you can call me colson, kells, i don't give a fuck." he laughed. "i have a daughter-"
"really? what's her name?" i asked intrigued.
"casie. she's my everything." he smiled widely, looking at me.
"that's sweet. so, are you and your wife happy?"
"oh, no. no. me and casie's mom aren't married. we aren't together." he waved dismissively.
"oh. i'm sorry. i shouldn't have asked-" i started.
"no, no! it's fine. it's an old wound. nothing to worry about." he laughed, placing his hand on my thigh, making me blush heavily.
"do you wanna try something?" i whispered, digging into my pocket for the blunt i had.
"what is it?" he asked, watching me hand him the joint.
"shotgun kisses?" i smiled nervously.
"yeah." he laughed, taking a lighter out his pocket and lighting up the blunt.
he took a drag of the blunt before grabbing me softly by the jaw, putting his lips so close to mine and blowing the smoke into my open mouth. i took in the smoke, breathing in heavily.
"that was hot." i laughed, leaning back onto the bed. "let's do more."
colson repeated the action, taking a puff, pulling me close, and hovered his lips closely to mine before blowing the smoke into my mouth. we did this until there was nothing left of the blunt. we sat back on the bed, looking at the ceiling, my buzz making my eyelids heavy.
"you know, you're really fucking cool." colson said suddenly, sitting up to hover his body over mine.
"oh, yeah?" i smirked, lifting my hand and brushing the hair out of his eyes.
"yeah." he sighed, looking down to my lips, i looked down at his too.
just do it, you pussy, i thought.
i grabbed the collar of colson's shirt and pulled him closer to me, putting my lips to his in a kiss. he sighed into it and kissed me back passionately. i tugged at the roots of his hair, hearing him let out a groan, to which i giggled.
suddenly, the door opened and a very shocked dom ( aka yungblud ) walked in, immediately walking out yelling a "sorry, sorry!" making me and colson laugh hysterically.
"that's gonna be a story to tell." i laughed, rubbing my forehead.
"can i get your name?" colson asked, looking into my eyes hopefully.
"oh, shit. yeah. you don't even know my name." i laughed, and he looked at me expectingly.
"well?"
"it's y/n." i smiled, pulling him down into another kiss.
