12:00 AM. Brendon's and Patrick's room. Your POV

"..What?!" I screamed, I was laughing like crazy. "You heard me! It's not milk! It's cum!" Cianna repeated. "I'M A VIRGIN-" Patrick snorted. Gerard rolled his eyes jokingly.

"..I dare one of you dumbasses to lick it." Tyler giggled. "I uh- I'm lactose intolerant-" Josh lied. "Okay. I'll try it." Gerard smirked. I giggled like a child, he went over to it, licking the sheet of where the stain was. He quickly sat up, trying to spit it out, I laughed loudly and practically couldn't breathe. "HOLY SHIT!" He coughed out, going over to their trashcan and spitting it out.

"Did he.." Brendon laughed, holding his stomach. "...ARE WE GOING TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT THERE IS CUM ON PATRICK'S BED?!" I screamed out, laughing, causing everyone else to laugh as well. My smile grew widely. A knot grew in my stomach from laughing, I fell out of the beanbag. (A/n make the joke and I swear to God.)

"1. Why is there cum on Pat's bed? 2. How the fuck do you fall out of a beanbag.." Tyler started laughing. It feels as if we're drunk, I wouldn't deny if someone asked if we were. "Oh God." I kept giggling.

"So. Moving on," Gerard smirked at us. "Have you guys drank before?" Gerard asked me. I shook my head. "No." I said. Patrick, Cianna, Josh and Nyla said they haven't either. Gerard gasped. "Try it! You'll like it!" Brendon said. He left the room and came back with cups of beer and wine. "How old is your cousin again?!" I asked, tensing up. "She's 18, at least now she is. It's 12 in the morning." Patrick sighed.

Brendon got down on his knees in front of me, getting down to my level, after I sat back on the beanbag. "Y/n, please?" He begged me. I don't know. Mom drinks all the time, some pretty bad things happen. I feeling of encouragement and uncomfortable thoughts run through my body. A feeling of bright pink and heat rushed throughout my face from my s/c face. I knew it was blush from confusion and embarrassment.

"If I ever get drunk I'll have to tell my mom I'm spending the night." I told him. "We'll call her tomorrow. There's still your clothes from the last sleepover, we'll get everyone to spend the night! It's already 12 AM." He gave me a hug. I smiled, manipulated by his words.

"Alright." I nodded. He handed me the red solo cup, it was half full/half empty of soft red wine. I sipped it, my tongue loving the taste but my brain hating myself for doing it. I could've spit it out. I didn't. I wouldn't. It tasted half good but I wanted to spit it out.

I kept drinking it. I soon liked the taste, I cleared my throat, smiling for no reason. "I need more, I want more. Please." I begged. He nodded and went to go get me more. I looked around to see a Gerard and Tyler. Damn, how many drinks did they have in the span of three minutes?

After thirty minutes everyone managed to get wasted. I saw that Gerard was a horny fuck, Patrick looked confused and scared, Cianna couldn't walk. Brendon was legit walking in high heels. "Brendon NO!" Patrick said, tripping as he walked over to him. I hugged onto the beanbag, claiming it mines.

"Fuck me in the ass 'cause I love Jesus." Gerard said, flopping on Brendon's bed. "Surely will." I joked, causing everyone to laugh like we're high. Are we? I don't know. All I know is that I've got a migraine and Josh and Tyler were making out in the closet.

I saw Gerard take out a credit card from his pocket. He smirked, I knew where this was going. I stood up, my legs wobbling and my heart pounding. I was scared as shit. I knew what was gonna happen.

"Come on guys, let's goooooo!" Gerard sang, slowly making his way to the hallway. Everyone but Joshler followed. Brendon actually did change out of the heels before we left. Everyone helped each other down the stairs so we didn't die. Mr. & Mrs. Urie took Jaylen out for the rest of the night. So we could sneak out without anyone knowing.

We made it out the door, I was carrying Cianna on my back as we walked to the bus stop. We had a few bills of money on us, I stole it from my step dad's wallet earlier today. He didn't notice, he didn't care. So neither did I.

As the bus arrived, we paid for a ride and got on. Gerard told the driver a place called The Crystal Afternoon, other known as my favorite restaurant. They have my favorite meals and my type of style. 

I set Cianna in her own seat and sat down in mine. Brendon gave me a side hug, I smiled at him, hugging back and melting into his constant giggles and jokes. He was so cute, I loved the sight of his pale skin against my s/c/ds(skin color description). I hugged him even tightly and hummed into his ear. He blew a raspberry at me and gave me a nuzzle in the neck.

My face went red from obviously being flustered. My s/c was hot enough, I didn't need the guy who made my feelings go from bored to happy in a matter of what was three seconds. It was like he stole my heart and I didn't even know.

I kept myself from making a mistake. I would have kissed him while he was drunk, while we were drunk, but if I did and he wasn't 100% on edge, he could realize what I did. He would see us as awkward acquaintances.

I fought my urge to kiss him. We made it to the restaurant. We left the bus and went inside. We started getting less tipsy. I did gain a major migraine though.

Brendon's POV

Y/n looked so cute and innocent. Their innocent face and soft voice when they're drunk was so adorable. We payed for a booth and all sat at it. Y/n leaned on my shoulder, I planted a soft kiss on their forehead and closed my tired eyes.

An arm wrapped around them and a hand stroking their hair. We're just friends. Yeah right, if we weren't drunk people would say I like them or they like me. Slim chance.

But really, it would be great to date Y/n.