GM (closed)

[Ethan White]

Ethan knew he shouldn’t really feel weird going to a party composed of (mostly) teens still in high school. Sure he hasn’t been gone long and he’s not exactly that old (he’s just two years older, give or take) but still, he couldn’t help but feel like there’s this invisible wall that separates him from the rest. Like university’s made him rather old that despite the girls around him being just a year younger (and very much legal), it feels wrong. Why did he ever agree on coming to Drew’s party again?

Oh right. Brax.

He definitely wasn't planning on coming to the party at all. True, he’s been aching to reconnect with all his juniors in a while (amazing that he still has a number of connections in his old school really) but he’s been bogged down by schoolwork and other such commitments that he’s just a bit tired. He was just about to politely decline it when the manchild suddenly grabbed his phone and did his usual prodding. And since Drew’s text contained the line “there’ll be tons of girls”, well, Braxton insisted.

“Just remember, I get priority on my bed,” he said as they got down from his car and walked across Drew’s yard, waving to a few he vaguely remembers from his stint in PR High. Of course he’s talking about his apartment bed, not his house’s room bed. Heaven knows he’ll get that stern look should he bring someone home, especially in front of his younger siblings’. “And please clean up after. I don’t like to slip into one of your discarded things the morning after.”

His nose still itches whenever he remembers that.

[Braxton Carson]

"No you don't." Braxton closed Ethan's car's door rather stronger than he should. "We had totally agreed on whoever gets the hotter chick, gets the bed." It was more like Braxton stated that and repeated it a dozen times until Ethan got tired of disagreeing and changed the subject. "So you better step up your game and get yourself in a good pair of panties or you're sleeping in the sofa again." Braxton started his careful examination of every single female body around himself as soon as they entered the place. "Oh, and if you don't even get a grenade tonight, this time I will, personally, make sure to pick up my condom and put it your nose myself."

Braxton finished his little threat, or encouragement, as he called it, with a wink and his usual half-smile. The place was good. Not too crowded but not lonely. The girls, though most quite young, were good too. Now, the blondes... there were a very healthy amount of blondes dispersed through the rooms just waiting for Braxton to arrive and hit on every single one of them until one agreed to go back home with him, which, if you ask Braxton, would happen to also be the hottest chick in the whole party. Seeing this scenery, Brax nodded raised his thumb at his frat brother, signaling this high-school party was definitely good.

"Oh lookies, booze." Braxton immediately walked over to a table set in the opposite side of the room with a beer keg and several classic red plastic cups. He quickly took two and filled them like a master: zero foam. A minute or two later he was back next to Ethan, sipping from one cup while holding the other close to him. "You should go get one too you know, before someone empties the keg." He now sipped from the second plastic cup. "You didn't think this one was for you, huh?"

[Matthew Waylan]

Matt was surprised when his fellow student had invited him to a party. He was the quiet one at his new school. It seemed everyone avoided him and he was fine with that. he wouldn't be here long anyway. As soon as Andi was out of Hammel he would go where ever she decided to go. After his senior year he could take his basic classes at the University of Vermont or another community college.

It was not as if he was being made to go, well actually it was. Dani had found out that Matt had been invited and had threatened him that if he did not go what really happened to his sweater would be revealed. Not only that, but it was apparent to Matt that she had every intention of following through. She had also mentioned that if he didn't go he would be without ANY of his notebooks, AND she wouldn't talk to him. At first Matt had put up a fight, he didn't want to go, didn't need to go. It was easier to stay home. He really wondered how she had found out.Sighing he thought again. She always found out.

Matt had given in if you had not already noticed. Sighing he had finally given in to Dani. He was not able to refuse her, especially when she threatened to go herself. Matt knew she would go too. There was no question in his mind that she would end up going. That couldn't happen. He was almost positive there would be people there that would be a bad influence on his little sister. She wasn't going. The only way he would go however, was if she would promise to stay home.

Thinking that she would stay home or at hammel either would do so long as he would not go, he got ready when the time came. Dressing in a light blue tee-shirt and a pair of dark wash jeans, Matt made his way out to the car, setting the keys in the ignition. He had remembered to grab a pen and hi notebook as he was walking out. He was half way there when he noticed someone following him. Someone very familiar. he slowed down, got out of the car, and went over to his baby sister. With a stern look and a low voice,he had trusted her she had broken it he sent her home. She wasn't coming and that was final.

Matt went into the room cautiously and quietly. He surveyed the area and found a place to sit rather quickly. He wasn't planning on socializing and he was their because of Dani. Normally he wouldn't be here. Why didn't she understand he was fine by himself? Sighing he realized that he was glaring. He slowly softened his gaze and smiled happily as he began to write. He just had to stay here for a while to please Dani. That was all.

[Ethan White]

Ethan’s eyes widened when he heard the slam that suddenly resounded the moment the Carson twin jumped off his truck. “What the? Fuck you Carson,” he grumbled, turning back to check on his car. No dent, good. At least the boy knows how to control his power. “Dent my baby and I promise you, I’d dent your money-maker,” he growled, trying to look serious with his fist clenched, “Not that that can get any worse.” Sure his truck wasn’t really all brand new, but it was his first car, bought from the money he earned doing odd jobs in the summer. Brianna, as he named his truck, is dear to his heart.

“Pfft. Speak for yourself,” the brunette shrugged, eagerly dismissing Braxton’s taunt, “I doubt you could ever score one in here. I’d give you the room if you could bring home two.” Hopefully he was right in putting his faith on the PR High girls around. Though by the looks of it, well, he’ll be eating his words pretty soon.

Brax has only been gone for a short while, but it was enough for Ethan to snag quite a crowd already. Seems being a college student, as well as a fratboy, does have its perks. “Haha, very funny,” he said, rolling his eyes as he stood up. “Ladies, this is Brax. He’s a total dickwad so please don’t let that innocent face fool you.” He gave his bro one last bop in the head before he went off, telling them he’d just be gone for a while to grab a drink.

He was on his way back, small tray with at least eleven cups filled with beer in hand, when he saw a familiar figure in the far corner. Sure, the lighting wasn’t that good enough for instant recognition, and the music was far too loud for him to hear any muttering the figure might do, but the notepad alone was enough of a give away. “Didn’t think you’re quite the party goer,” said Ethan as he walked closer, peering onto his notepad from his shoulder, “You’re classmates with Drew?”

With one swift motion, he grabbed the notepad and threw it away. Just like last time, he thought. He only hopes the boy didn’t have a spare hidden somewhere. “Come on, you didn’t go to a party to write, didn’t you?” he started tugging at the boy’s sleeves, exerting considerable effort that after a few seconds, he found Matt suddenly walked behind him. If this was just due to being tired of resisting, Ethan’s totally not complaining.

“Guys, meet Matt,” he grinned, introducing the taller boy. He bent over and whispered something to Brax, “Brax, don’t tease him much ok? He’s shy.”

ooc:
Ramble, ramble, ramble yeah. >.>
- Jam

[Braxton Carson]

"Oh no you didn't Ethan Wipe-my-ass!" Braxton instantly exclaimed at what his brain processed as a dare. "It's on. I'm getting not one, but two hot blondes." He hit Ethan in his chest to make his point. "And this time, we're not holding on screaming. I'm torturing you with their orgasms. You know, that thing your sorry ass will never make anyone get."

Big words. Taking a dare to make two women go with him that night seemed something brave of Braxton, but truth was, in his mind, it was not. In his mind, he was perfectly capable doing it, with ease, with no preoccupation and quickly. To him, it was just a matter of deciding among all the chicks in the party. If you ask him, deciding was what took the most time, and was the only hard thing among the whole process. His brain, and hormones, were already analyzing every blonde in the room, giving grades and potential grades before putting them in in a mental list, ordering them from hottest to 'not a chance'. It was a complex system, actually, soft skins gives more points than cute nose, but less than sleek eyebrows, and so forth, and yet he could perform a near-perfect evaluation and comparison with previously evaluated girls within seconds of seeing a girl. If only he could employ the same effort into something else in his life...

"Oh Ethan..." Braxton stepped in as Ethan introduced him to girls. "I'm pretty sure they want to find out about my innocence themselves, don't you?" He patted his bro away after being head-bopped. "Just heads up, though, there is none."

"What is dickward, anyway?" A petite blonde asked. "Like, you're horny and your dick is like hard?"

"Well you know..." Braxton sipped from one of his two beers as he approached the blonde with a half-smile in his face and a clear though in his brain. DTF. "...If you're interested, why don't you go ahead and..."

"You perv!" The blonde made a slightly disgusted expression as everyone else in the little group laughed softly. "I won't do that... in public!"

"My god you Brittany!" The second blonde from the group grabbed the petite one by one arm and pulled her to her side. "You're so drunk! You're staying with me all night."

"You know, babe," Braxton sipped from his other beer. "I've got just the plan for her where you can actually be with us all night."

It was then that Ethan arrived, introducing someone else to the group. Unfortunately that someone else didn't have boobs and therefore his presence was completely ignored.

"Oh great, Ethan!" He passed his arm around Ethan's neck, pulling him closer and spilling several bits of his beer all over the place in the process. "I was just discussing with Brianna and her friend how they wanted to be with me this lovely this evening."

"Oh, Braxie, is Brittany." The petite blonde laughed while subtly leaning towards Braxton, placing a hand in his shoulder and sliding it down through chest.

"Brittany!" The friend retired Brittany's hand and pulled her away from the Carson twin while attempting to hide and embarrassed face.

[Matthew Waylan]

Matt was happily sitting on the chair at the small table he had found and claimed as his. He was writing a new story, he didn't have it quite all planned out yet, but he new it had to d with talking plants and a Protector, someone to watch the plants, make sure they were not getting out of hand. Make sure they were all in line and would not revolt against the plant queen Venus. That was his job and his burden. Anyway the story was one day the Protector was reassigned to a new greenhouse, where the plants were very human. He had to deal with the fact that he couldn't see the plants as plants. To him they were humans. Matt was so engrossed in the story he barely noticed when someone came up behind him.

Matt had frowned when his light that he had acquired, really the room was very poorly lit, was blocked by someone. He glanced up in confusion hoping whoever it was would go away. Soon. Matt's face gave a very confused look when, oh wait. What was his name? He was his neighbor and everything, but Matt had made it a habit to stay away from the older boy. Especially if he would continue the throwing of his notebooks. Frowning up at him Matt had started to write out a reply to his comment on the next page.

I would not be here normally no, and yes I am classmates with Drew. Shortish kid right?

Matt frowned as his notebook got stolen. Again. What was up with Ethan and stealing his notebooks? He didn't even read them. All he did was throw them. Glaring at Ethan Matt crossed his arms over his chest and just sat there looking at the standing older boy. Yes he actually did come to the party to write. No he was not expecting to see Ethan there. It was something that sort of made Matt mad. He hadn't done anything that deserved any attention. All he was doing was sitting there and writing. He was doing as Dani asked. He was socializing.

Then of course the older boy started to try and get him to get up. Matt frowned. He wasn't going anywhere. Then Ethan started tugging on his shirt more. It was getting really annoying. Maybe if he followed him he would leave him alone and forget about him. Silently Matt stood and followed Ethan towards a very large group of people that seemed to be centering around a male Ethan's age, who at first glance was a womanizer. He was making all of the women swoon and lose sight of the fact that they were in a very public place and were displaying their affection for the male in a very public way.

Matt just stood around awkwardly when Ethan went over to the male who was surrounded and started talking to him. Matt gave a slight smirk and realized that Ethan's attention was not on him. That of course was a perfect opportunity. He could escape to find his notebook! Matt gave a slight chuckle before moving away from the group, as silent as normal, and he hoped just as stealthily.

Matt moved through the crowds and masses of people trying to find his notebook. There it was under someone's foot. Matt stood to his straight height and walked over to the very short male that was stepping on his notebook. He smiled, and to others then his family it must have been very creepy. He motioned to the notebook and held out a hand. The boy, never the less intimidated by Matt's full height and silent stare moved out of the way and bet to pick up his notebook.

A soft smile lit his face as Matt blew the dust off of the cover. There was a footprint on the front but it was not heavily damaged. That was a good thing. A very good thing.

((OOC: Crappy >.>))

[Ethan White]

Ethan tried his best to look indifferent and casual at Braxton’s comment, simply opting to roll his eyes as he walked away. Though really, what’s running through his head as he looked back over the past four days when he slept on his couch ‘cause Brax had to use whatever article of the so-called ‘Bro Code’ that calls for him to share his apartment to the dude whenever he scores, is He’s holding back?!.

And no, he insists that he’s not jealous. Nor does he have no game. He wants us (and Brax) to remember that he’s with Andi. Hooray loyalty.

“Good lord. Please tell me you’re not the least bit attracted to this slob over here,” chuckled the brunette, turning his head to the side as he tried to evade the boy’s untimely shower. Not that it’s easy to do, with that arm around his neck seemingly wrapped tightly around him. “And aren’t you taken already Brittany? What happened to, what’s his name again, Martin?”

Said blonde simply replied with a giggle and pulled her arm away from her friend, happily feeling the Carson twin, earning another eyeroll from the teenage White. “They broke up three months ago,” said her friend, shaking her head, “Martin cheated with that slut, Georgia.” Who, as luck would’ve had it, is just right across the room from them, making out with yet another member of the school’s football team. Nice. “Which reminds me, you’re not taken, are you?” asked Jessica as she moved closer.

Honestly, the boy’s dumbfounded. On one hand, he’s fairly sure being a jerk is not what he’s going for. On the other though, he’s been going on for so long without getting it (and is tired of being taunted by Brax) so, you know. It’s not like Andi would know, wouldn’t she?

But to be sure, well, he gave Brax a not-so-subtle nudge on the side, telling him to cover for him. Be his wingman and all that.

Busy with Brittany, Jessica and the rest of their little gaggle, Ethan didn’t notice Matt disappearing away to grab his notebook. It wasn’t until he slipped away from the group to grab a drink and saw his bent behind did he realize what happened. “Yow,” he grinned, bumping Matt’s butt with his own, “What did I tell you about that notebook again?” Putting both his cups on one hand, he happily snatched the notebook again and secured it in between his arm and torso.

“Here, have a drink. Come on, you went here to party and socialize right? Peer pressure, don’t you just love it?” winked the boy, nudging a cup towards Matt. Not that he wants to be such a bad influence, but if some alcohol would get the boy to loosen up, why not. “Besides, you’re tall and white. I’m fairly sure you can take more than three cups.”

He gulped his cup and grabbed two more before leading Matt back to the little group. Brittany’s and Braxton’s state were as sorry as ever. And he thought high school girls had more restraint. “Let’s try this again. Matt, girls. Girls, Matt. Now go.” With a strong push, Ethan happily shoved Matt to the girls just in front of him.

Learning from his previous mistakes, he silently slipped the notebook under the table, hoping Matt wouldn’t find it anymore.

ooc:
Late and crappy. I AM SO SOOOORRRY. D;.
- Jam

[Braxton Carson]

Having the cute blonde all over him, and Ethan playing wingman to confuse and entertain her friend, who to Braxton was nothing but a party-pooper, pretty much defined that this was going to be a good night. Braxton was so entertained looking at the girl's hazel eyes as she subtly pass her had through his chest, noticing in her giggles how much she was liking what she was touching, that when Ethan nudged him, he just nudged back without turning his face to look at his bro.

By the time Ethan had run out of alcohol in his cup, Braxton was about to finish his second one, so he quickly gulped what was left of it and threw the empty plastic cup at Ethan as he walked to get more.

"Hey! Bring me two more!" He yelled at him and then returned his attention to his girl.

"Aww, you're so cute, you ordered one for me..." She drunkenly giggled.

"What? No." Braxton replied, honestly not knowing why she would think she was ordering one beer for her. "They're for me."

"Oh." For a split second, Brittany looked disappointed, but the giggly 'I'm drunk and easy' expression conquered her face a moment later. "It's fine. I'm all set."

Braxton was about to reply to that when Ethan's target, Jessica, approached and pulled Brittany away to talk privately with her. Cockblock. Not feeling like waiting for them to come back, Brax turned around to scan the party's guests again. Interesting... He walked and approached a tall and thin short-haired blonde which he concluded looked very European.

"Hey, what's up?" Half-smile. Wink.

"Just fine." She said, rather uninterested. "You?"

"Good." He took a step closer. "Better now."

"Braxie!" Brittany quickly pulled Braxton back to their group with an angry face while he motioned a telephone with his hand and soundlessly said 'I'll call you' to the tall girl. "Why were you talking to her."

"What? With whom?" He said as he watched Ethan approach the group with a younger kid. "Chill a bit Bridget."

"Braxie! It's Brittany!" She giggled again.

"What? You charity-teaching kids to talk?" He said to Ethan while eyeing the new-arrival. "Where are my beers?"

[Matthew Waylan]

Matt was happily flipping through his notebook, looking for someplace to sit and contemplating leaving as he surveyed the room. He would very happily leave and Dani wouldn't be able to say anything since he did attend, and did attempt to converse. Not his fault they all ran away as he went up to them. He tried. He really did. It just wasn't going to work Dani. Matt was not made for socializing.

When Ethan came up behind him Matt gave a very noticeable sigh. He was back. Darn it... Here he had hoped he had escaped. Why in the world did his neighbor start showing up where he was unwanted? Then of course he caught Matt off guard and bumped him with his butt. Giving a frown he steadied himself and stood frowning at the smaller, but older male standing across from him. It seemed he had liquid in plastic cups in his hand. Matt didn't notice the other male putting the cups in one hand. All he knew was that one moment he was holding securely onto his notebook and the next Ethan had it.

WHY DID HE KEEP STEALING IT? Matt was annoyed and it was playing on his features. He knew that Ethan must have a reason but he didn't know what. All he knew was that the older boy liked to take his notebooks. It was highly aggravating to say the least.

Matt just looked at the older boy as he kept the notebook wedged between his torso and his arm. He frowned when he boy offered him a drink and basically shoved it towards him. Matt was not one who was a fan of drinking something that he didn't know what it was. He knew that it smelled and that it fizzed. Maybe it was soda? Matt didn't know what it was but he didn't really trust it coming from the older boy's hands.

No he wasn't here to party. No he wasn't here to socialize. He was here to appease his sister. Frowning at Ethan and the drink Matt gave a for longed look at his notebook and looked a bit sad as Ethan started walking away with it still holding out the drink. Maybe... just maybe, Ethan would leave him alone if he would down the drink. Making up his mind Matt swiftly took the drink and gave both Ethan and the drink a blithe look before downing it with a small smirk to Ethan.

Matt barely had time to react as he was pushed back towards the group of people Ethan his friends had accumulated. He gave a contemptuous glare back at Ethan who had pushed him with a smile on his face. Sighing he held up his hands and moved away from the girls he had about run into, nodding a bit and blushing at his own stupidity. How would he be able to escape now?

It was obvious that when he was pushed his notebook was hidden from him again. Keeping an ever glare on Ethan, Matt looked around for his notebook, not so politely, ignoring the girls surrounding him. He didn't want to be there. He didn't want to associate with these people. All he wanted was to be left alone and to write in solitude. Ethan of course had other plans for him.

He was still looking for the notebook when he heard the playboy speak up to Ethan. By now he had had enough of the two. His anger was growing and he knew that he was getting more annoyed by the second. Firstly he had been made to come to this stupid party in the first place. Then his notebook was stolen from him and he had to go search for it. Now he wasn't left alone, at all and he was someone who was in the middle of a very large group with the two older boys as the center of attention.Since he was brought into the circle by Ethan he, of course, was garnishing some attention. Matt didn't like attention. He liked to be left alone and liked to leave others alone. This night was not going as planned.

Then of course he got called a charity case. His frown turned into a scowl. His scowl turned into a grimace. His glare then went from focusing on just Ethan to Ethan's friend as well. He was not a damn charity case. He never asked for this and he was happy with his silence. It was Ethan who had approached him. It was Ethan who was the one who kept stealing his notebooks. Then Ethan's friend had the audacity to call him a charity case?

Congratulations boys, you have officially made Matt mad.

[Ethan White]

“Unfortunately, yes,” laughed Ethan in response to Braxton’s inquiry about Matt, giving the tall boy rather loud slap on the back, “I didn’t actually expect to babysit when I come here. Sad really.” He couldn’t even rationalize why he has such a fixation on the boy (or that damned notebook of his that he simply can’t let go for the love of God). True he was around Chris’s age, but there are tons of socially inept kids his age that Ethan wouldn’t give a bat’s eye about. He is his neighbour, yes, but so are Harold, Jimmie, Kathy and a handful others in the party; he doesn’t think he’d insist on them socializing if found in the same situation, and he’s known them longer than he’s known Matt.

A crush?

N’aww. He has a girlfriend. And besides, Matt doesn’t swing that way.

Well, whatever is was, Ethan decided it’s not the time to dwell on it. A party is a party, not a meditation period. “Oh this?” he grinned, waving the two cups in front of Braxton. With a sly wink, he emptied both cups in quick succession, sending Braxton a teasing kiss after wiping his lips with his arm. “Not your bitch Braxie. Go get your own.”

A fit of giggles from his side told Ethan that, well, their little group isn’t all that little after all. “We’ll take care of him for you, if you like,” said one of the girls shyly, obviously stealing glances from the Waylan teen. He gave Matt an urgent look, motioning him to go and talk to them. Figuring that it wouldn’t work out properly, he pointed to the notebook still wedged between his arms and made some odd hand gestures that he wishes would convey blackmail – read: I’ll rip your notebook off if you don’t talk.

Grabbing two cups from a guy who passed by them, he gave one to Matt and urged him to drink as he drank his. “He’s all yours.” laughed Ethan after making sure the boy drank everything, shoving Matt to the girls once more.

“So, now that you’re babysitting’s done, you think you can answer my question now?” said Jessica, Brittany in tow.

“Which one?” asked Ethan coyly.

“You know, if you’re currently taken or not.”

Muttering a quick ‘I’m sorry’ under his breath, he promptly caught Jessica’s hand that’s been trailing down his chest and gave it a light peck. “Would it matter?”

And before even Jessica could answer, beloved blonde suddenly perked up and asked, “Where’d Braxie go?”

-xxx-Jam’smagicaltimeskiptomovethethreadfaster?-xxx-

About an hour or so and a dozen drinks later, Ethan found himself sitting on a couch, being straddled by Jessica and completely drunk. He didn’t really expect that he’d be quite inebriated, but Matt won’t drink unless he gave him one and drink a cup. Driving under the influence isn’t really an option, so he hopes Braxton isn’t wasted just yet. Or else they’re dead.

Grinning as Jessica began undoing the buttons of his shirt, he reached out over to his right and gave the arm he felt a quick nudge. (He’s fairly sure Braxton wasn’t all that far away from him the last time he checked). “Seems I’ll be winning this one dude,” he chuckled, shivering slightly as Jessica did something that caught him off-guard.

He would’ve happily let things take their course but then a particular song played, making Ethan perk up. “Oh god. This is my jam!” said the boy, prompting the girl on top of him, Braxton and the surprisingly sociable-when-slightly-tipsy Matt to join him flail dance around.

No, he insists this isn’t some excuse of him to go grinding with Matt Jessica. The song’s legit-ly his jam. What made you think that?

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EEEP. Hope the timeskip is ok. I can totes take it out if you want. And apologies for being all long and rambly. [herlstyle]u.u. [/herlstyle] :B >=D
- Jam

[Braxton Carson]

"Motherfucker." Braxton immediately raised a finger at Ethan after seeing him empty both beers in his throat.

Great, whatever. He muttered something before escaping the group from one side as they all, including Brittany, got interest in Ethan's charity of the day. In his way to the other side of the room, where the fable alcohol was calling Braxton with a siren's song. He already felt his mouth dry and then being watered by his saliva as he got closer to the table.

"Hey." The tall blonde with short hair appearead in his path.

"Hey." Insert here Braxton's half-smile and slightly raised eyebrow, a.k.a. his 'how you doing?' expression.

"Want a beer?" Braxton thanked this wasn't a Hammel party, otherwise he'd be thinking the European-looking girl was a mind reader.

"Want you." She smiled. Score.

"Let's get out of here." She pointed with her face towards the door and then winked at Braxton.

"Where have you been my whole life?" He only bit his lip and turned to lead their way.

"Braxie! Here you are!" Brittany stopped the two from leaving.

"Oh God, what now, Brenda?" He facepalmed.

"Braxie! It's Brittany!" She giggled while eyeing the tall girl suspiciously.

"Is she your girlfriend?" The European-looking girl asked Braxton.

"Yes!" Brittany jumped to quickly answer.

"NO!" He quickly followed. "What are you saying? We're not!"

"Whatever..." The tall girl turned around and walked away as Braxton looked menacingly a Brittany, who, contempt, chained herself to Brax's arm.

xxxxxx

An hour, filled with several beers, later made only Brittany more flirty and intrepid in her actions. Rubbing the back of Braxton's hand every now and then, caressing the boy's back under his shirt and more than once passing her hand through his package as they danced. He enjoyed Brittany and she was hot, yet, there had been something about the other girl that he kept thinking about her and searching for her through the party as he was with Brittany, which was apparently oblivious to this.

When the song Braxton recognized as "that song that Ethan keeps playing over and over in his laptop all day" played and Ethan got everybody up to dance, he saw his opportunity, and grabbed Brittany by her hand, pulled her towards Ethan's charity boy and made sure with his meta ability that both chestbumped each other lightly, ready to start dancing together.

"Shyguy, keep Brandy entertained for a bit." He whispered in the boy's ear and then ran away from them, getting himself lost in the crow quickly enough.

"Where are you going?!" She yelled as he walked away, quickly grabbing the young boy by his hand and starting to dance with him. "You're cute. What's your name again? I'm Braxie's, though, so don't get your hopes up."

[Matthew Waylan]

Matt just about walked off. The way the two were conversing, as if he wasn't there. It was annoying to say the least. And frustrating.The Ethan hit him on the back. Hard. Frowning Matt winced as it made a noise that seemed to echo throughout the party. Normally Matt was a patient person, but this was pushing it. Ethan stole his notebook, and wouldn't give it back. Twice. Now he was being made to socialize. All in All he was pretty annoyed.

Matt was watching the interaction between the two people and slightly smirked when Ethan downed the two drinks. It was amusing to watch the two, even if he was to be discussed in that tone of voice. He wasn't helpless for god's sake. He sort of laughed, a voice he was sure ethan was surprised to hear, as the two boy's bantered. He semi found the whole situation oddly amusing. God knows why, but he did.

Before he could escape again He heard a few titters. Titters from a group of girls around his age. He knew their names, as most of them were in his classes, but not a single one of them had ever bothered to talk to him. Then the one girl (was her name Lisa?) Said something along the lines of taking care of him. He was about to refuse, not so politely, when he glanced over at Ethan.

What was he doing? Playing charades?


OH. He wanted Matt to talk to the girls. Frowning Matt began to shake his head at the older teen when he started making more motions, all indicating something. Crap. He was going to rip his notebook if Matt did not behave himself and talk. You could visibly see Matt hunch over before standing. No, he wouldn't give in. Ethan could rip that notebook to shreds. He wouldn't go along with his plan.

Then of course he was had a cup shoved at him. H didn't really want to drink it, and he didn't really want to go anywhere, but it seemed that Ethan had other ideas. Before Matt could say no, he was forced to swallow all of the last drop of the liquid then shoved towards the girls. He gave Ethan another glare as he was taken away by the group of girls.

Matt went with the girls f only to get away from Ethan, but soon found out that it was harder then getting away from the girls and their endless questions. Why was he new? What was the reason behind him moving? Why didn't he talk? Did he like it? Did he like anyone? How did he know Ethan? All questions Matt would have gladly answered in his notebook. Instead he was forced, by threat of notebook being ripped, to speak. Talking in short words and a curt tone Matt answered all the the questions.

Hopefully there would not be any more.

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Matt had honestly lost track of time. He didn't really know what time it was and didn't really know when it was. He knew he was at a party. Surrounded by girls fro school, all of whom were talking to him.This came as a surprise. What came as an even bigger surprise was that Matt was talking back. He was completely different then his normal quiet self, and to see it, it felt a little odd. Matt just smiled at the girls as he picked up another drink.

The drink made him feel a bit fuzzy, but it also made him feel lighter.

Giggling a bit he looked over at Lisa, who consequently, was making out with another girl. It was fun to people watch! Matt earned that people could be such fun when he smiled. Or maybe it was the drink. He took another sip. At first he hadn't wanted t drink any, but Ethan kept handing him another, and another, and another. He couldn't refuse... right? This was Ethan. He could tell Dani he wasn't socializing. Matt didn't want that.

Matt glanced over at his older neighbor. He was a bit occupied with one of the girls, Jessica? And she was more then occupied with him. Matt giggled at the two again and looked out on the dance floor. He had found a comfy seat on the couch and had claimed it. It was so comfy. Eventually the rest of the group had migrated with him. Playboy, who Matt later found out to be Braxton, was attached to the hip of the one girl who was hanging over him. It seemed he was looking for something though and didn't know just what it was.

Oh well, the Leech didn't seem to mind.

Then Matt heard Ethan exclaim something about a song and it being his. That didn't make sense How would he own a song? The next thing he knew he was being ushered off of the comfy couch and onto the dance floor. Matt was then dancing with the random people around him. Normally he doesn't dance, unless it is with his sister, and even then it was only at events such as birthdays or weddings. Other then that Matt did not really dance. Memories played in his mind of when they were little and she would make him dance around the living room with her.

Giggling at the thought Matt found Leech ushered into his arms by Braxton. Shrugging at the boy as he all but ran away Matt nodded to the girl Matt danced a bit with her and wondered when Braxton would come back for her. He would right? “My name is Matt. I wouldn't dream of it darling.”

[Ethan White]

Despite how Ethan might continue claiming otherwise, the boy simply can’t dance. He might go out in the dance floor just to prove you wrong, but really, it’s just to make himself look even more ridiculous than he already is. Not that he doesn’t have rhythm, no; it’s just he has a tendency to go offbeat three times out of four (just ask Brea). And him being drunk doesn’t really help much either.

Then again, in times like these, being synchronized isn’t really the top priority; as long as their bums and crotches have something to rub on, well, it’s good right?

Judging by the satisfied look on Ethan’s face, well, it pretty much is.

“Isn’t this song gre-OHGOD.”Whatever adoration for the song the brunette was about to say was promptly cut off when Jessica, seemingly unsatisfied with simply dry humping him, began planting kisses all over his almost-naked torso (his shirt hanging by a simple button) while her hands went on to their own dirty work.

It went on for a while, Ethan reduced to a grinning, mewling man under Jessica’s surprisingly experienced hands. That is, until, someone ‘accidentally’ spilled their drink on the blonde, making Jessica excuse herself for a bit to dry off. (Would Ethan be sober enough to be attentive to the things happening around him, he would’ve seen the redhead who spilled said drink giggling devilishly as Jessica moved away, mouthing off ‘slut’ before giving Ethan a wink then moving away).

Suddenly horny but without a willing dance partner, the boy wandered aimlessly through the dance floor, dancing with a couple of people but leaving soon after due to the lack of interest. That is, until he saw that familiar silent kid with Braxton’s beloved blonde girlfriend.

“Bethany, right?” he said as he walked over, “Jessica might need your help over there. Someone spilled juice on her.” He leaned closer and whispered, “I saw Braxton walking towards her earlier. You know how he’s weak against blondes.” The girl perked up then quickly turned around, shouting towards Jessica and probably seeing her favourite Carson along the way.

But Ethan could care less. He just needed her to go away and let him proceed with his plan.

Supposedly playing it cool, Ethan nonchalantly waved over to Matt, ‘tripping’ as he approached, face landing squarely on the younger teen’s chest. Smirk on his face, he slowly looked up and flashed a lazy grin as he looked up. “My bad. Sorry dude,” he giggled, face inching closer towards the Waylan teen’s neck, “Did I steal your date?”

Jumping in quick to prevent Matt from any unpleasant retaliationreaction, Ethan went bold and planted a light kiss on the boy’s lips, winking as he pulled away.

[Matthew Waylan]

Matt was dancing and occasionally taking another sip of his drink. He was more flailing around then anything else and it was obvious he was not used to it. But, he was holding his own. He was always on rhythm and it was easy for him to move to the music. The fact that he kept drinking helped it even more. You see normally Matt was stiff and hard. He didn't really Dance and had very... stiff movements. So the drinking, if anything helped to loosen him up.

It was normal for people to dance like this? Ethan didn't really know, in fact all he really knew of dancing he had seen from music videos Dani had played and school dances and such. It did stump Matt though if the two bodies were supposed to move like THAT.

Apparently so by the faces of the dancing crowd and their continuance of this social ritual.

Matt was happily bobbing along to the music when his ears picked up the sounds of Ethan. It seemed that he was enjoying whatever was going on. Oh, he was dancing with that one girl that had been all over him all night. What was her name? Lindsey? Jessa-belle? Jessica? Oh, yes it was Jessica. She was in Matt's Government class if he remembered correctly, at least he hoped he remembered correctly. Matt giggled as the scene before him escalated into something he was sure his neighbor was enjoying.

Soon though, he turned his eyes away from him when a small redhead came up to him and started dancing with him. Best to give the two of them some privacy. Soon enough the redhead moved on and Matt was left alone once again as the blond was thrust into his arms by Braxton. With her slight words and smirking tone, Matt was able to keep her occupied as the blonde male went off to go look at things, or more likely females.

Matt was having a semi good time, his mood incredibly light. He was talking for crying out loud. Matt didn't talk a lot, so he was sure it was unexpected. Most certainly to his fellow classmates. Matt gave a laugh at the fact of shock on some of their faces when he spoke for the first time. Tonight was different. People were actually talking to him and he was talking back. It was quite a miracle, though Matt wouldn't say so to anyone. He giggled at the thought of facing the kids at school on Monday. Oh well.

Matt took another drink.

Matt looked up at the sound of Ethan's voice and gave a small wave. By now he was really light headed and just as giggly. As Ethan started to talk however, Matt just looked at him wondering what he was doing. “Juice stains... you might want to help her.” Matt knew all about Juice stains. He was the one who did the laundry around the house after all. Matt burst into giggles as the leech started walking away and over to her friend. “You did it. I tried to distract her, you deal with Brax.”

Because Yes, Matt was trying to be nice to Braxton. Trying being the key word here.

Matt watched as Ethan approached Giggling at the thought of losing Leech to her friend. It was funny and Matt did appreciate it. He was semi worried when Ethan tripped and basically landed on him. Helping to stead the other teen Matt smiled. “ S'ok happens to the best of us.” Matt giggled at the thought of Ethan stealing his date. “ Not a date. Braxton took off for the Holy Blond, or so he said.” Grinning Matt ruffled the older teens hair and looked at him. Was he getting closer?

Matt was totally not expecting what was happening next. It was so sudden, so fast. Matt just sort of stood there shocked. Why would Ethan kiss him? It just didn't make sense.

Wait. He kissed me. He took my first kiss.

Matt blushed horribly as the thought settled in. Biting his bottom lip Matt blinked. Matt then realized he was still holding onto the older teen from trying to steady him. Quickly Matt let go and moved further into the dance floor trying to get away from Ethan. He needed to think.

And maybe another drink?

[Ethan White]

Ethan shivered slightly when he heard Matt’s voice. God if alcohol’s what it takes to make him talk this much, he’d be sure put copious amounts of it in their water supply. If he remembers such a scheme (and has enough of this drunken confidence left in him) the next morning anyway.

“Oh don’t worry. She’ll be fine,” the brunette shrugged, waving his hand in front of him to emphasize how much of a non-issue Jessica being drenched was. It wasn’t really much of a non-issue, but compared to the prize right in front of him, well, it’s like choosing between a simple certificate of participation and a three-foot tall trophy. He could feel his mouth watering at the very thought even. “It’s not like Brax even cares,” chuckled Ethan as he moved closer, “I mean, seriously? I’ve never seen him evade a blonde pussy as much as he does now. You’d think Braxton has discovered she has teeth in her vagina or something.”

Looking at how BridgetBrittany acts, well, he really wouldn’t put it off her.

All in all, the developments were a whole lot better than what he’d expected. He had hoped Matt would just go along with him and he’d be shaggingsnagging the shy teen by the end of the night, but him running away – obviously confused – was a whole lot better than being punched square on the jaw. He’s fairly sure those big arms aren’t just for show after all.

Taking a split-second to steady himself again, Ethan idly followed the tall teen on the dance floor, easily manoeuvring through the sea of sweaty adolescents. Like a bloodhound hot in its prey’s trail, it didn’t take long for Ethan to see his.

“Hey, why’d you run away?” asked the boy innocently, creeping closer once more, his hand deftly wrapping around the younger boy’s waist to keep him in place, “Did I do something wrong?”

Grabbing two cups from the table just beside him, he put one in Matt’s hand and motioned for him to drink. That ought to loosen him up a bit (pun totally not intended). “Don’t worry Matt, I won’t hurt you. Just trust me,” he whispered, biting Matt’s earlobe lightly as his hands went on to undo his shirt and playfully rub his sides, hips grinding dangerously as the song went on.