This is a Hardin x Tessa fan fiction, although focuses mostly on their daughter Emery Scott.
Finished writing: March 25, 2021.
Posting schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
It is written in first person, present tense, and has many point of vi...
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COLE.
"I'm taking the truck tonight." I call from the front door, grabbing the keys from the bowl stuffed with crap and heading out the door before an answer. I know my parents don't mind. My mom is a little strict and would most likely ground me if she knew where I was headed, but my dad wouldn't even lift his eyes to me.
Last time, I had to drive Emery home and had to use my map to get home. So, I pull up the house on my map and use that to get there.
There are what looks like 10 cars in the yard and driveway, some on the side of the road. The sun is just setting as I get out of my truck, locking it up safely. I don't trust these people.
I lift my hand up to knock on the door, but stop myself. Do you even knock at one of these parties? I roll my eyes and open the door, happy that no one is looking at me disappointingly for not knocking. Everyone is minding their own business, dancing, making out, and talking.
The first thing I do is walk to the kitchen. Last time, it was the only place that seemed slightly normal, aside from the weed brownies on the counter and the beer bottles in the fridge. Overall, the kitchen didn't have many people dancing or hanging out in there.
Unfortunately for me, there's a couple on a chair in the right corner, the woman grinding herself onto her man. I roll my eyes, looking down at the floor respectfully as I pass them to the back door.
Chris was outside last time. I don't plan to make myself known just yet. I'd like for Chris to be a little bit more than tipsy or my plan might just backfire.
I watch out of the back door, watching the group of friends that are gathered there. Chris is sure enough there, flicking some ashes off his cigarette. I absentmindedly look for Emery, but don't see her. Maybe she decided to stay away tonight. Thank god.
I hear a moan from beside me and that's when I realize I'm too close to this grinding couple for comfort. "There's rooms upstairs." I mumble, suddenly feeling my heart race at the fact I'm talking to these people. God, my anxiety is higher than the roof at these parties.
The woman glances behind her shoulder, giving me a glare as she detaches herself from the man and tugs the man out of the chair.
I can't help but watch them walk out of the kitchen, the woman's hands glued to the man's body as if her life depended on it. My head quickly turns back to the door when I hear it open and Tailey runs into me jumping back at the sight of me. "Oh my god, I'm sorry- Cole!" She squeals and I lift my hands instinctively in surrender.
"Yay..." I say in a high pitch voice and I feel my heart drop. I don't like this girl.
Tailey places her hand on my forearm, leaning almost all of her weight onto me. "I missed you! Oh my god." She then pulls me into a hug and I reluctantly put my hands onto her shoulders. She's slurring her words very badly already.
