Andy's POV

We were getting eaten by bugs, so we went inside only to see the most cliché thing that would ever happen at a party.

Sex. Everywhere. Like literally.

I knew there was different stages of a party:

The Lame Stage

The Heatin' Up Stage

The Chug-a-lug Stage

The Stone Em' or Bone Em' Stage

The Hangover Stage

And we were officially in the Stone Em' or Bone Em' stage, where you're either getting high to fuck someone, or already fucking them.

"Let's, uh... take you home." I really didn't think she was ready to see this.

She looked at me innocently, her hair falling in front of her face and her arms behind her back. No, she wasn't doing this to me now.

"You treat me like a baby..." She whined.

"Camille, I wouldn't stay if I were here alone."

"Probably because you like to take your sluts to go." She walked off, trying to find the exit but she went the exact opposite way.


Cammi's POV

I desperately wanted away from him, but I still needed him close.

Searching for the front door, I panted when puffs of smoke filled the air.

"Camille, please." He grabbed my arm, turning my body to him.
"You've got it all wrong."

I sighed with as much air in my lungs that I could use.

"Look at me."
He stared at my blank face, but I kept my eyes wandering everywhere else but his.

Grabbing my jaw, he forced me to look at him.

I didn't know why he was trying so hard. I didn't know why he wanted to die with me. I didn't know why he thought that I believed he cared.

"I hate it when you do this." The expression in his voice was heart breaking.

"Do what, Andy? What?" I whispered coldly, making the grip on my jaw loosen.

He kissed my face in random places beneath my eyes, pulling away with wet lips.

"When you're so angry like this, that you cry."

I was crying?

He licked the tears off of his lips, making me mentally cringe about how disgustingly salty that must have tasted.

Kissing near the corner of my eye, he licked his lips again, making a rising feeling boil deep within me.

I put my hands on both sides of his face, tightly squishing his cheeks together.

"Stop doing that, it makes me feel... erm." I released his cheeks, his lips forming into a grin.

"How does that make you feel, Camille?"

"I don't know, okay?"

He performed a crooked smirk, biting his lip teasingly.

"And don't do that either." I crossed my arms disapprovingly.

Unknotting my arms, he threw them against the wall and pressed his weight onto them.

"Well how does this make you feel, now?" He rested his forehead on mine.

I suck in air through my teeth while takes my earlobe into his mouth, nibbling so sweet and gently.

"Andy, p-please."

He trails soft kisses down my neck, a low groan releasing from the inside my throat.

I wasn't going to accept this as an apology, but I was going to accept it.

Reaching up for my rubberband, I undo it quickly causing my hair to fall to my shoulders.

"So... beautiful..." He pecked me on the lips and I felt something different that I had never felt before.

Looking my body up and down, he then reached up and interlocked his fingers with mine.

I had my eyes closed, indulging every touch and feeling.

"Eyes open, Camille."

I stared at the ceiling, just hoping for some more interaction with him.

"Look at me." He didn't wait to grab my jaw again.

His eyes had something in them that I couldn't explain, yet I remember exactly how they were; cloudy and bright.

"Damn." He whispered breathlessly with an expressionless face.

"GET IT ON!" E clapped.

"CAAAAMMMMMMMMUUH!!!" Corey shouted so everyone could hear.

There was avatarless voices yelling, "Shut up!" From random places.

"Let's go outside." Andy grumbled with his head down.

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