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christina looked around, pretty bored. sure, she had plenty of friends, she just had to go and find one. she spotted hudson a ways away and walked up to him, a wide grin on her face. "hey hudson, what's up?" she asked him, looking up so she could see his face. tonight was party night, and she already had a red cup full of a liquid she may or may not have been supposed to be drinking, but hey who cared, there were no adults here. and if they were, it's not like their parents cared. they were the ones funding this place anyways. she wondered if anyone would be throwing a prank on the longleaf house, because if so, she wanted in. "so, you know if there's going to be any pranking going on tonight?" she asked, slightly lazily. she loved all the parties that were thrown here, because she loved dancing, drinking, and having fun. she was definitely not a responsible adult, because technically she was a legal adult, though she rarely acted like one.

who cared about being responsible when there was really nothing to be responsible for? the music pounded in her ears, and her bright smile continued on her face. hudson was one of her best friends, and she loved him in that brother-like way. nothing more, not really anyways. she felt somewhat bored, wanting something...exciting to happen. sure, partying and being reckless was fun, but it got boring sometimes. she was dressed in a pretty blue bikini, and a pair of gladiator sandals, her red cup still in her hand. "want to go swimming or something?" she asked with a bored tone. she wanted something new to happen. maybe having some kind of fling would help with that. or maybe not. when that time came, she wanted to have someone she truly cared about, someone she loved. not someone to use.

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winnie envied her brother. as much as she loved living in longleaf
with beth and karlie, having the freedom she never had back home,
the parties got to be a little too much for her. overwhelming. but
winnie had always been a follower and well, she never made any
decisions for herself without the knowledge that most others were
doing it as well. she'd never had the guts to gather her stuff and leave, to decline the drinks, to tell the guy no. she was a gutless coward
as much as she played off that she was brave. her flirty aura? an act. she was terrified. terrified of her dad, terrified she was losing
contact with her brother because of the stupid household differences, and terrified of being the black sheep, standing all alone when she finally
doesn't feel like being a follower anymore. winnie tipped another one back, the shiny glass, cleaned by the most expensive dishwasher,
glistening from the overhead lamps' rays. she only drank out of wine glasses. from moonshine to red wine, she'd take the solo cup but pour
the liquid straight into her glass. she was picky about the oddest things. like her food could be terrible but as long as it was presented
to her in an elegant manner she wouldn't think twice about it.

winnie smoothed her dress down her thighs and slipped on her cream, plain heels. she's had enough to drink sitting there alone in her room and
maybe if her conscious wasn't as drunk as she was right now it would be screaming at her to stay up in her room, that she didn't need more. but
when would she even listen anyways? she wasn't staggering over, having trouble standing, but she was happy. excessively happy. she weaved her
way through the bodies crowding the downstairs, dancing along to the familiar and unfamiliar faces as she went along. before long she had found
herself outside, in the front lawn. more guzzled down her throat the further down the grassy hill she walked. she kicked off her heels once
she felt the pebbly sand squish between her fresh tipped toes. her golden brunette curls draped off her shoulders, brushing her bare back
as it swayed with every uneasy step through the cold sand. the moon's reflection shone upon the lake's glassy surface. winnie groaned,
throwing her hands up and punching the air in front of her in disguist. "it's lik-" she paused to swallow the last bit of the tequila. "it's like out of a
freaking movie! dam it!" she yelled with such passion at no one. and she must have realized this for she then threw herself down
onto the sand and tossed her empty wine glass aside from her. she huffed, gathering her dress and smoothing it down her body once more as
if she'd just been seated at another one of her father's fancy dinner parties to impress the shmucks he was about to con out of their retirement
fund, that arse hole. her high was sinking quite quickly. the water works came on instantly, as if they were on a timer like sprinklers. she
kicked the sand in front of her like a child demanding the toy be bought, though her attempt to take out her rage and distress on the sand failed
miserably when it sprayed like a fountain backwards and onto her lap. "no..." her wide, hazel eyes began as a waterfall, the source for the
stream making its way down her cheeks. her lower lip wobbled as she moaned, "that's right dad! daddio! i cant do anything freaking right." she'd
always been the drunk to ruin the fun with her tears. every. single. time.

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his patience was thinning quickly. "im going to see my sister, genius.
open the dam door." rowan tried for a second time to get passed the
blonde haired jock who's head was more than likely filled with
nothing but his own ego. he was stopped however, yet again,
by the arm blocking his path. rowan locked his hazel eyes on the
face in front of him, fists clenching at his sides at the sly grin pasted upon the blonde's face. "seriously dude? what are you, a chalet body
guard?" rowan pushed down the arm and slid past into the doorway, instantly regretting his decision to go see if his sister wanted
to ditch this party, maybe go get a bite to eat down at the club. they hadn't talked for a while, a whole week actually. it felt strange to him
considering they had been each other's rock back home, inseperable. but now he was swarmed by a bunch of sweaty, beer tainted bodies all
swaying along with one another. rowan's eyebrows furrowed together, looking at a couple across the room. was that even dancing? he shook his
head, dismissing the wretched image from his brain as well as his urge for flight, retreat and abandoning all plans. he turned to go back but
his eyes met the condescending glare of the blonde and his body went rigid. pride swelled in his chest; after all the arguing he couldn't
just leave now with pea brain watching him so carefully. with a groan he turned around and began to push through the bodies, trying to get
to an open space in the house.

his heart sunk. he'd wished he hadn't been listening so hard for the sound of winnie's voice because then he'd heard the voice of yet another,
one oh, so familiarized and recognizable. bethany marx. his eyes rested on her. as she walked over to braeden. as she handed a drink to
braeden. as she smiled at braeden. he felt sick. sick with rage. for the second time tonight, his hands balled up into fists. and he spoke
before he could have any chance of thinking through his words. "bethany!" he had no control over the words that passed
his lips and he instantly regretted them as soon as they came out of his mouth. that was the difference between him and his father: they both
constantly said things they hadn't meant to say but rowan actually regretted them afterwards and didn't just shrug them off and ignore the
effects of his words. he made eye contact with the beautiful brunette girl and instinctively turned, ducking back the swaying bodies once more
and out the front door, ignoring the comment of the blonde, wanna-be body guard that he was "leaving too soon". his urge to flight, abandon
all original plans had kicked in and taken over. he was exactly like his father, abandoning plans and promises and fleeing the scene of the crime.

[gizmo,]

(( i would just like to point out to those of you who don't know: SIRI IS BRITISH. REMEMBER THAT. thank you c; ))

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it was a foolish idea to come over to the longleaf house when people were here, during a party. but heath had asked her to, and when had she ever turned him down? they had been dating for two months now and things were great so far. she never would have thought she'd be happy dating the enemy, or dating at all. she'd always been the type to flirt, to tease, but to never take it further. sure, she had boyfriends before but after awhile, she came to think of them as overrated. she always thought that you were just asking to get hurt if you tied yourself down to someone, giving them the opportunity to hurt you the worst way possible: through the heart. and yet here she was, in the enemy's arms acting like one of those lovesick girls she made fun of in high school. she tried not to roll her ideas. she really did.

when siri glanced at the clock again and saw it was close to midnight and the party downstairs was still going strong, she knew she had to leave then. sighing, she slid away from heath, picking up her black ankle boots and sliding them on. she quickly stood and smoothed out her black confetti strapless bustier dress; grabbing her clutch, she checked her phone and typed a message to sahara: to sahara: i'm heading back to the house now. i should be there soon. cover for me if you have to ;) glancing back at heath who was still lounging lazily on the couch, she bit her lip to keep from smiling. of all the things she could have done, she had to go and fall for him. it was a pity that their relationship had to be kept secret; for once, she actually wished they were normal so they could normal things couples did. but alas, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, and that was just her luck. slipping her phone back into her clutch, she snapped it closed and ran her fingers through her curly hair. she was wearing minimal makeup, and her hair was still curly from yesterday. the outfit was just so she didn't stand out amid a crowd of overly dressed teenagers partying it up. she would have much rather preferred to wear a tshirt and shorts over here; she knew heath didn't care and what was the point of getting dressed up if you weren't going anywhere?

finally deciding she was leaving, she leaned toward heath, pressing a quick kiss on his lips before pulling away. she knew he would try to keep her there, but she couldn't stall any longer. "i'll text you later okay? don't miss me too much love," she told him with a wink before pressing another kiss to his lips. she quickly strode out the door before she could convince herself to stay. downstairs, she had to tread carefully; a lot of people had drinks in their hands already so most probably wouldn't recognize her, but she still put on her black sunglasses to help deflect. by now, she knew this house backwards and forwards, but she never used this knowledge for pranks or anything. who would believe her anyway? no one except a few select people knew about her relationship with heath, namely sahara and ace. ah, ace. she wondered if she'd see him tonight, or if he'd be busy following karlie around. she smirked at the thought. by the time she got to the laundry room that had the back door, she had to hide to keep a couple from seeing her. when they were gone, she was about to move, stretching her hand out toward the doorknob when a sound from the doorway near the mini fridge stopped her. her heart stopped, and for a few seconds she idly wondered if her parents would notice if she were gone. before the thought could go any further, a familiar face came into view. it was just ace. her breath left her all at once in relief. turning to him, she caught the drink he tossed her and smirked at his words. "when have i ever been caught? now doesn't count," she told him with a warning look. glancing at her watch, she realized she didn't have much time to chat, but she hadn't seen ace in awhile and she missed him. forgoing caution, she set the coke on the dryer and gave ace a hug, serious as she told him softly "i've missed you." lately they'd only had time to exchange texts, as they both had been busy with their own houses and whatever else life threw at them. she missed her best guy friend. always one to ruin a good moment, as was her social flaw it seemed, she added with a smirk "hope you're not getting into too much trouble young man."

(( this is so long O.O sorry guys. since it's so long, i'm just going to end it there, with siri still talking to ace. ))

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lying back on the sofa, heath couldnt be more relaxed, a soft smile perched on his face as he held siri in his arms. the girls feel was soft, just like the way the boy felt for the girl, he had gained a real soft spot for her, and the house across the street, daysfield. though heath did not want to mess to much with her or daysfield, he still didnt know how exactly he felt for the young british girl, the whole secrecy act didnt help the situation either. it seemed as if no one would understand that he was dating a girl from the "other" side, especially since he were the leader, making it harder. heath seemed to think little of what he had, he was the leader of longleaf, and had a girl he actually seemed to like, instead of one he would just mess around with, still he didnt think about it much. heath loved the fact that the girl would sneak around for him, she had become quite common with the house, and she didnt use it against him; yet still, the boy couldnt decide on his feelings.

when the girl slipped from his arms heath felt disappointed, he wanted to beg for her to stay, but he got held up as he starred deeply at the girl and what she wore, dreaming that she could just stay, stay forever, yet she couldnt. the moments that the pair spent together were at high value to heath, he enjoyed the girls company very much, even if they were to just sit in silence, at least she would be there. the boy was about to plead for the girl to stay, that was until she came over and occupied his lips, her kiss soft, her words smooth, and a final kiss goodbye, now heath didnt want siri to leave. the boy felt like grabbing the girl by the wrist and begging her to stay forever, but the words or actions never seemed to come upon heath, instead he watched her leave, his final words to her being, "tomorrow?" and then she was gone, left to contemplate heaths request, as he lazed back into the sofa stretching out his arms. lazing on the couch, heath wore a simple black tee and a pair of loose torn jeans, and knew that he would have to leave the room and actually attend the party going on down the stairs.

heath stood up from his place of the sofa, swinging his head back a letting out a yarn, slowly approaching a tall mirror. the boy skimmed over his appearance not actually caring what he looked like, and then proceeded to the door, leaving the room and sliding down the stair railing, just before he bumped into one of the girls he were familiar with, astrid. at first heath were unaware that it were astrid that he had knocked into, so the boy was about to turn around and apologize, instead he boldly greeted the girl, "hey asty," he teased playing with the girls name. heath and astrid were good friends, he couldnt recall on how they met, but he sure did remember all the pranks they had pulled together,"hows my favorite pranking partner this evening? " he asked seeming unusably level-headed.

[[ill post for sahara later, im to tired to concentrate]]

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{ location; [the party], mood; [wasted], crush; [rowan], house; [43 longleaf], tagged; [braedon] }

xoxoxoxobethany had no off switch, as much as she enjoyed being able to loosen up, sometimes it got a bit out of hand. sometimes she wished she had someone to stop her from going too far. there was good old braeden, but even he couldn't keep the girl on a leash for her whole life. to be honest, college was not what you'd expect. once you're there, the parties, the guys, the drinks, it all sucks you in. and once it has you, you're screwed; a lonely lovesick idiot without a future. it wasn't a dream come true like all the movies made you think it was. where girl meets boy. girl and boy mingle, fall in love, get married and live happy ever after. no. reality was different. the problem with college is, you have fun. the same with this house. there were no rules. it was a dumping ground for rich and snotty parents who wanted to have nothing to do with their children. it was sad, really.

xoxoxoxothe music was on full blast in longleaf and the party had a mind of it's own. if bethany was new, she'd probably go deaf, but you got used to it in time. the party had been going on for three hours now, people were already drunk, that was obvious. left, right, people were going crazy, whether that meant using all of the house's toilet paper for comical relief or making out on the carpet in the middle of the room. bethany made her way through all the people, holding a drink in her hand. the fight to get to the door was awful and just when she thought she had won, she encountered some drunk couple blocking the way out. "excuse me," she said, making her way towards them, tapping on the guy's shoulder. "hey! get a room! people are trying to get through the door!" she screamed, so she would be louder then the speaker next to her.

xoxoxoxothe backyard wasn't much quieter then the inside of the house, people were dancing, yelling and drinking. most of them whilst in the pool. beth didn't recall all these people living in this house. longleaf's parties were legendary, teens from all around the neighborhood came to get away from the authority. she didn't doubt the fact that some daysfielders might have welcomed themselves into her habitat. wow, she sure did hate those guys. some of them were cool, but some were not. her fellow roommates always had this rule about forbidden friendships with the kids from daysfield, it was the platinum rule. but somehow most ignored it and beth was not proud to be one of them. for some time now she has liked her good friend winnie's brother rowan. he, in bethany's eyes, was cute and funny. of course, she would never have the guts to ask him out.

xoxoxoxosomehow, through all those people, bethany spotted braedon. the girl quickly made her way to him. he probably wasn't even drunk like the rest of them, being the uptight guy he is. "hey, dude. this party is totally rad, eh?" she giggled, handing him a drink. she was hiding the fact that she was drunk pretty well, in her opinion. but that last sentence ruined her streak. "you know what would make this a whole lot funner? we should make out!" beth was wasted and now it was certain that her good friend would be able to tell.

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xxxxxxx a party at its maximum capacity had swung at it's fullest since the beginning of the day's red-rung sunset, like a raging forest fire starved from any hint of desperate depletion. these were the parties that could only be described as "longleaf-worthy". and while possessing the morally-driven aphorism to simply do whatever she damn well pleased instead of wasting her life away in a boredom-written boarding school like some other snot-nosed brat, karlie soon found herself slamming the bathroom door closed unnecessarily soundly in her wake - all due to the fact that she had suddenly been weighed down with the wasted sensation of having half her energy completely drained before the half-mark of the night could come to pass. all the partying must surely be getting to her, even as there doesn't seem to be a chance of stopping for the girl.

xxxxxxx however with the hovering pulsation of muffled house music echoing through the thinly cemented walls, almost chanting her name at ever beat, the ginger merely stuck to gripping the expensive porcelain sink with her chipping fingernails and glare in abhorrence at the clear reflection ahead. had it been empty luck or lacking adequacy that she hadn't come an inch close to grasping the addicting buzz from the electric vivacity of the swinging bodies and was simply teetering on the far edge of a long-drawn oblivion created from a tiny energy shortfall. oh how she wished for something more, something slackened from the normal of the sophisticated chalices of the rich right then and there.

xxxxxxx fishing a hefty section of finely strained wisps from her disheveled bangs, she lightly lifted the selection before looming closer to the mirror with the smallest of frowns. even with the cool nocturnal air outside, the sweat-clung bodies and heavy atmosphere on the dance floor had been enough to conjure the humid perspiration that caused uneasy bumps in her straightened red hair. though she may not exactly been worse for wear, the evidence of party was sickeningly obvious. however the worse discovery seemed to be the darker brown roots that looked surprisingly clear from the view as they meet in only a couple fractions of an inch to her head; it caused an annoyed sigh from the redhead. maybe a dip in the outdoor pool would do some good, but with the thought of the exact number of bodies already relaxing there already, karlie immediately digressed from the idea.

xxxxxxx she'd been given a quick opportunity to comb through her hair before feeling a familiar vibration judder from the back pocket of her shorts. it had merely been a text from ace, inquiring her about her current location. the message had her curious about ace's reasoning, however the girl couldn't voice much of a complaint when she admittedly enjoyed his company as much as the next person. however instead of replying with an answer, karlie merely slipped the device back into her pocket while making the decision to find him herself while having already taken a much-needed interruption from the dazzling strobe lights.

xxxxxxx the search hadn't taken long once exiting the bathroom. she'd merely took to keeping a keen eye on the magnitude of open doorways when passing by, only to find the boy in question sneaking a canned drink from a mini fridge in a laundry room that located on the stretch along an adjacent corridor."i got your text, ace..." she spoke casually, pausing her steps in the entryway when met with the unexpected prospect of another girl. however unlike her relations with the rest of the house's females - whether good or bad - karlie simply couldn't recognize this one to be another domestic that resigned in the building. she settled for leaning onto the white-washed frame of the entryway before eyeing the mysterious girl conflictedly. "who's your friend there?" the redhead settled on questioning with a slight lift of her eyebrows.

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xxxxx it'd never made much sense as to why two houses of rich kids could hate eachother so much. there was nothing different about them, perhaps it was just their snotty way of trying to prove better of themselves. kids, they were all still very much kids holed up in these fancy houses, calling wars with parties and pranking. to most people it was disgusting, a waist of time and money, but to everyone in the two houses? it was a perfect little game to play whilst keeping their minds bustling with fun and mischief. at least that's what it seemed like, between the blaring music, the shouts, drinks, everything, they were just kids bored out of their minds and spoiled in money.

xxxxx now, hudson of all people could rather agree, that's exactly what it was, and yet he always thought there was a little more. to him, being rich wasn't something to be so happy about, after all, once you were rich you were at the top of the line, there was no further advances for you. this rivalry between the houses was a definite way to improve your social order, ranking up higher to be the best of the best. that's why throughout the parties he played along, socialized, screamed, drank, whatever it took to prove his own worth the the many other kids that flooded these two houses.

xxxxx laying out on the comfy, white, leather chair in the living room of the daysfield house, drink in hand, not really sure what the heck it was, hudson sat, trying to clear his ears out a bit. the music was a constant misfortune to be honest, between fighting who's music was louder between both daysfield and longleaf you could rather go deaf being in the middle of it. sipping a bit at his warmed drink he frowned, setting it down before looking to his bestfriend, christina. "hey chris, i'm not sure actually but i'd be pretty down for some pranking. wanna head out and gather some people for it? this loud music is killing my head." he spoke out, voice rasped slightly from having earlier screamed quite a bit.

xxxxx hudson finally sat up to look more closely at his friend, deciding whether not to accept her invite to go swimming or not. he, himself was dressed up in a simple green muscle shirt and some black and green striped swim shorts so going for a swim didn't sound like the worst idea ever. clicking his tongue slightly, as if accepting christina's offer he stood and nodded, heading out towards the back door. "come on then." he teased slightly, wiggling his eyebrows before ultimately slipping out, being blasted by the music, and heading towards the water.


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it was much quieter in the laundry room. the heavy notes seemed to pound at the door, but never fully entered, leaving only vibrations as an aftershock. it was like being cut off from the rest of the house- in fact, the two often ended up meeting in here. it was by no means glamorous- the tatty carpet and peeling wallpaper seemed to be breaking the constant rule of lavish interior. and it was often only by accident that someone would wander in, usually tipsy or after somewhere to crash. the mini fridge was kind of ace's secret. if people knew there was a back up supply...well, there wouldn't really be a back up supply. not that longleaf ever let there be a shortage, anyway.

he watched as siri relaxed. being caught was always a risk. but it was only ace, and the relief was obvious for a few moments, then she composed herself, the usual wall back up. it was all he could do to agree when she mentioned how she missed him. their only communication had been through texts. she was still the usual siri in her messages, but seeing her in person was different. and, probably because she had just been with heath, her face was lit up, ecstatic. "oh, i've been getting in all kinda of trouble," he informed her with a quick wink, timing opening his can, so that the hiss came just after he spoke. he took a quick swig, and was about to open his mouth to ask her the same question, when he heard the casual voice of karlie. he hadn't felt his pocket buzz. it was rare for her to respond the texts like that. if she wanted to find him, she'd go out and find him. ace had been in the middle of the party since the beginning, so facing the trek through the crowded rooms of sweaty bodies grinding against one another really wasn't all the appealing. ace grunted when she mentioned she received his text, highly aware that the redhead would soon notice the figure in the background. and she did.

the guy sighed and shifted his position, so that he could face the new arrival. he kept a cool face, but inside his head was spinning- should he tell her the truth? no. it was a secret. but then how would he lie directly to a friend? knowing how to keep a cool face, he simply shrugged. siri probably wouldn't appreciate him speaking for her anyway. "Siri." he said, not bothering to elaborate, "you wanna beer? the question followed almost immediately, and he didn't even wait for a reply before he pulled open the door to the cool drink storage. surely, she must have noticed the lack of eye contact. usually he was completely himself relaxed with karlie, but he was almost ashamed to be talked to a daysfield. he threw the can over his shoulder, sure she would catch it...unless she had already had a few. the orange baby hairs stuck to her forehead in a thin layer of sweat suggested something of the sorts. and although the teenager had been guilty of more than a few drinks, it took a lot for him to get disorientated.

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house 43 longleaf.
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x❝ my ship went down in a sea of sound; when I woke up alone
xxxxx I had everything. a handful of moments, I wished I could
xxx change, and a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade. ❞

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crush: idk yet c:
friends: ace, heath, astrid,
hudson, siri, chris, beth, ell
enemies: winnie, rowan, roper,
matt, brae
current locaton: the party
tags: ellie

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finn had truthfully tried to stay away from the drinks. he honestly had, and no matter what he did he tried not to look at them and dance, play games and spin the bottle, even talk to some people he didn't even know and make.. somewhat friends. but every time he looked over there he couldn't help but feel like they were calling to him. he blinked, swiping a hand through his quiff before biting his lip gently and sliding his way over to the alcohol. he was underaged and he knew it, but couldn't help it as he poured himself a shot and swallowed, enjoying the burning feeling before he felt a bit woozy. after taking two more he started stifling a bubbly laugh and then, he couldn't remember the rest of the night. he was probably the stupidest man alive, because he swore he felt something stuck to the back of his neck, and something in his head. leaning against the bathroom wall wasn't where he expected himself to be on a saturday night. taking deep breaths, he hunched over the window, trying to get fresh air. he could hear laughing and shouting, the loud music making his head spin twice as fast as he tried to regain his composure. breathing out, he looked outside again, the outsides looking much better than inside. he had calmed a bit, the headache easing to reveal a massive amount of relief. that was until someone came barging in.

the woman looked pale and sick, and immediately she hunched over the toilet and.. finn's eyes widened, and he bent down to see if she was okay. obviously not. he almost hurled on the spot too, but instead backed out of the room and ran out, bumping into someone with a drink and washing it clash to the ground. he ran too fast for the man to throw a punch, and as finn ran he almost didn't notice the couple sitting on the fridge, their hysterical smiles and bubbly laughter making him wonder just how crazy teenagers could get. he shook his head out of the thoughts, eager to get out of there, when immediately he came face to face with ellie, his closest friend since a small age. he couldn't have been more happy to see her. "hey!" he called out to her, trying to get her attention from above the loud music. reaching out he grasped onto her wrist before tugging her out quietly, trying not to pull on her too hard. but everything was numb once he stepped outside, letting go and realizing his hand was much warmer than her petite one. "im glad i found you. i don't think i would've lasted another minute." he joked, but he honestly meant it. finn was going to have a very good sleep tonight, that was for sure.