"Yo dickhead! Wake the fuck up!" Billie yelled. I groaned, then remembered Billie slept over last night. "What time is it?" I asked, it came out as a muffled sound since my head was covered by a blanket.

Billie took the blanket off my head, "nine twenty, now get your ass up." She spoke.

I felt her get off the bed and go somewhere in my room. I sit up and see her changing her shirt, I immediately lay back down, "What the hell Bil!" I laughed, "Can you give me a heads up next time!" I started nervous laughing. "We're both girls, it's fine." Billie responded. "Sure," I say sarcastically.

"I changed by the way." Bil said a minute later, "Okay," I sat up again.

*After the girls both got ready for the day they went downstairs to meet Rich, cooking breakfast*

"where is Eli?" I ask Rich, "he went over a friends last night. He felt bad for-" Rich stopped, "he felt bad for?" Billie asked. Rich turned to us, "um, nothing. Also there is supposed to be a huge party a block away tonight. Should we go?" He asked us, avoiding the question.

"I mean, sure. I haven't been to a party in a while, why not." I say realizing how long it's been since I went to a fun party. "You going Billie?" I looked over and saw Billie looking at a random wall, zoning out.

I nudged her a little and repeated my question,

"Yeah yeah, I'll go." Bil looked down.

I looked at Rich, we looked at each other with the same face. "What the fuck?" Rich mouthed to me, I shrugged in return.

What's up with her?

-Once the word "party" left his mouth I got flashbacks to all the depressing party's i've been to.

Ever since I ended things with y/n I didn't really have the time of my life, at least the internet thought I did. When I went to all the party's it was just people smoking and drinking, no dancing, just

soft, sad music playing in the background of all my memories rushing around my head while people got blasted and didn't give a fuck about life.

I would've liked that people didn't give a fuck ya' know, but these people seemed like they didn't care if they died right then and there. Which kinda scares me, but, it was the only thing I could do.

It's not like I wanted to sit in my room and be depressed about what happened, I already did that for the first week, and that shit was sad.-

I felt someone nudge me out of my thoughts and asked, "are you going?"

It was y/n.

"Yeah yeah, I'll go." I say while looking down. This party better be making the whole house shake or I'm leaving.