Summary: George drags you to a party, forcing a friend to babysit you as he goes off to have some fun

A/n: Man I'm running out of ideas and motivation. This is so shit I'm sorry lmao

Word Count: 645

Warnings: swearing, I think that's it idk

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"George don't you dare." I scolded my best friend, half yelling over the loud music.

"Y/n come on! Vikkstar just asked me to dance, I can't pass up that opportunity!" He placed his hands onto my shoulders and shook me slightly, obviously buzzed from the alcohol.

Me and George had been friends since college, meaning I'd seen him through his partying years so I could deal with him. Although what I couldn't deal with is when he took me to a party where I don't know anyone. And then he leaves me to dance with fucking Vikkstar.

"George I don't know anyone else here! What am I supposed to do?" I sighed and took a sip from my solo cup, feeling out of place.

"Mingle! I'll find you one of my friends to speak to!" He smiled widely at me and looked around the room, ignoring how I was shaking my head.

"George don't you dare-"

"Wilbur! Wilbur come over here!" He let go of my shoulder and waved his arms in the air.

I looked away from him out of embarrassment since I could feel multiple pairs of eyes looking at us.

"George your lucky I love you, dickhead." I rolled my eyes at him and turned my head to see what friend he'd called over.

I was a little taken back by the height of George's friend, and fucking hell he was cute.

"Gogy! What's up mate?" The tall guy stood next to me, obviously not noticing my existence yet.

"Wilbur! This is my best friend Y/n! She doesn't know anyone here and I want to go dance with Vikkstar. Can I trust you to babysit?" George laughed to himself and smiled enthusiastically at me as Wilbur nodded.

He shouted out a thank you before running off to the dance floor.

I looked up at Wilbur with an awkward smile.

"So, how do you know George?" I asked awkwardly, sipping at my drink to try and calm myself.

"I stream with him. You?" He raised an eyebrow, grabbing himself a drink from the table behind me.

"I met him in college, we went to the same university then and we've been best friends since." I smiled to myself and glanced over to the dance floor, watching George and Vikk jump around each other with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes at him and laughed quietly to myself as he waved at me.

"Did anyone ever say no too you?" Wilbur asked, looking at me curiosity through the hair covering the top of his face.

"Excuse me?" I replied with a light laugh, not understanding what he was trying to ask.

"I didn't think so." He chuckled to himself and I just looked at him inquisitively.

"I have no idea what your talking about." Usually someone being cryptic annoyed me, but the proud smirk hiding behind his red solo cup made it hard to be anything but in awe of him.

"Has anyone ever said no too you? You have a pretty privilege. I mean even when you do something as small as wrinkling your nose as you laugh it's cute. It's like your taunting everyone here by just existing. You've ruined women for me, I'll never find one prettier." He grinned at me, as I glanced away from him.

I blushed at his words and shook my head "Don't flatter me. Your quite the smooth talker." I quirked an eyebrow at him, the smile on my face matching his.

"What can I say, I try to impress things I find pretty. Have I impressed you enough for your number? Possibly a date? Only if you want to." He held out his phone, offering for me to take it.

I glanced him up and down for a second before taking the phone, typing in my number with a smile.

"I'd love too."