Cammi's POV His friend Ashley's house was crowded with people that you know wouldn't be able drive themselves home, judging by the slurred words spewing out of their mouths.

With cameras strapped to our hands, recording for my movie, he strutted inside with me shyly gripping onto his leather jacket behind him.

"You not so good at parties, Camille?" He chuckled, the lights from the house making his lip ring glisten.

"Never have went to one..."

"What?" He voice was high pitched in disbelief, yet still gravelly. "What?!"

His hand dragged me in, pulling me through clouds of unfamiliar smoke and to a table with tiny glasses on it.

Grabbing two of them, he slid one on the table over to me, bringing his one to his mouth and tilting his head back, swallowing quickly.

"What is this?" I felt embarassed for not knowing what all of the party things were.

"A shot." He took another one, repeating the process.

I briefly sniffed it, the burn of alcohol stinging like adrenaline. Copying Andy, I drank it as fast as I could, not wanting to know what any of the taste was. I felt my face twist in shock, watching him hold his hand over his mouth.

"You okay?" He laughed, shaking his head.

Before I could answer, a voice called to me from behind.

"Hey, Death Girl!"

"CAMMMMMMUUHHH!!!" Another voice shrieked.

Annoyedly turning on my heels, I see E and Corey, looking more fucked up than usual. (Just kidding, that could never happen)

"What are you guys doing here?" I sighed, slowly approaching them.

"WE'RE HERE TA GET BITCHES!" E yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth. Every male in the house cheered and whistled.

These two will be the death of me, but at least they accepted me as a friend.

"Shut up Earl." Corey chuckled, staring at something but I didn't know what.

"Nah, we just here to turnt up." E stated, seeming calmer, throwing his arm losely around Corey.
"The better question is, why are you here?" He glared at Andy.

"I bet Biersack here is boning Cam right up the ass." Corey mumbled, taking sip out of his solo cup.

Andy raises an eyebrow, remaining silent as I shake my head no, giggling uncontrollably.

E asks Corey what's in his drink, taking it out of his hand and chugging half of it down.

"You seem more, vibrant here than in school, E." I hold my camera up to his face.

"Partying rules, school sucks, nothing more than that." He does gestures with his cup, some of his drink spilling onto the floor.

"No it doesn-" Corey tries to retaliate.

"IT FUCKING SUCKS!!!" E shouts directly in his face, making Andy cover his mouth again.

He throws the cup on the ground and grabs his- Woah. Umm...
"IT SUCKS MY DIC-"

A blonde bimbo steps past in just jean shorts and a tube top.

"Hey." He quickly walks after her, grinning like an idiot.

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