ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ

"Say you're mine, I'm yours for the night"

Emori could already feel the base of Drake's 'Nice for what' rooted in her skin as Zi entered the driveway. Her, Navara, Sydney and Gia all interlocked hands as they mentally prepared themselves for the hot smell of whisky, mango vape and fresh dank.

They all squeezed to the one side of the car window to stare at the million dollar mansion that lay before them. It was huge, like disgustingly. It was just glass, looking like a Christmas tree with all the led lights flickering.

"Shit, Im going deaf after this bitch for sure " Sydney murmured as they felt the buzzing windows of the villa-looking house, hopping out the car, ambling towards the high entrance door.

The doors whining screech somehow managed to surpass the groundbreaking speaker as they heard someone loudly tell them--

"--I'm not responsible for you not-legal-partiers 'kay?"

"Good evening to you too, Seb!" Emori sighed at the dark haired boy with pale pale skin. She didn't hear what he had to say afterward, mostly because she was disappointed at herself for already feeling the pinching pain of her in platform four inch heels, but was too ashamed to admit it considering the amount of times she was warned about it.

At last, they entered the party, with a few shoves of half dead high schoolers, there were obvious separate groups: the ones here for the benefits including bev, za, and pussy, or the ones here as an excuse to crash at this multi floor mansion. Who could blame them?

Emori didn't want to be, but she was the latter part. So she might as well make herself comfortable, a shot or two will do, or three, or five.

She didn't say it out loud, but Emori was about to get drunk out of her mind that night. She memorized the line up, the backup, everything.

Emori grabbed every open shot of-- God knows what, squinting each time she'd chug it down, soft dancing to Jhene Aiko as Navara pulled her pink dress down to avoid her flashing everyone.

She didn't believe she was a lightweight, using the placebo effect to her advantage so she'd like to think it works; it doesn't. But if those five shots were actually just whiskey, she'd be out by now.

But what she didn't know was that there was someone in the party watering the drinks down, only hers, she tested that theory already, she thought she was going insane.

So to stay in check, she'd visit the bathroom with lights brighter than the hospital ones to stay, noticing her pink dress riding up or getting weirdly darker. Fixing her straightened hair, that was already frizzing from the hot air of the party, but she couldn't be mad at it.

Emori pulled her phone out from her purse, with the time '11:47' screaming at her. Scrolling down her contacts for 'C'. She rang the contact with the name 'CIGARETTE 🚬🔫', a few times, before scoffing and flipping her phone off, and realising she may not be as sober as she thought she was.

Looking up into the mirror, a sloppy smile curled on her face, before cracking into silent laughter as she shook her head in disbelief at the rush of the head she just felt, as--

Knock knock knock.

She might've sobered up at the abruptness, quickly giving herself a thumbs up in the mirror before opening the door, rolling her eyes at --

"Emori, what the fuck."

The Leroy siblings did all they could to avoid seeing each other at the party. It should've been easy in this big ass house - it wasn't.

"Stop fucking following me everywhere, Scar, dammit" she slurred, raising her eyebrows, blocking her one ear from the loud ass speaker yelling in her ear. Oscar proceeded to narrow his eyes at her in the silence, sighing as he continued--

"...Medicine cabinets in the hallway, I don't wanna carry your heavy ass to the hospital again, got it?"

"Got it, Scar." she pursed her lips as he walked to the one of many kitchens, her eyes widening as she realized, "Wait! which hallway there like a mill..." she defeatedly yelled, "Nevermind!"

Change of plans. Now Emori was about to get high. As fuck. It was the one thing she thought she could control

["It go halle berry or hallelujah. Pick your poison tell me what you do."]

Emori shoved through the crowd for her friend group. Things now moved slower after the jelly baby she just had, and that thought her one important lesson: never take weed from white dudes with long hair, no offence.

This was the strongest weed she's ever smoked, and she only took three hits. It was definitely laced. Dancing in slow motion with the crew has never felt better. They all noticed her slower response to everything, that smile on her face, and those eyes that could not open for the life of her.

"Emori, what the fuck?" Nav's accent pierced through her ears as she continued, "You told us you don't have any weed on you, you asshole!" she confronted, digging in her best friends empty pockets of her oversized denim jacket.

"Nah, This is from some rando hippy-looking guy. Definitely laced" Emori slurred, unfazed at Nav's widened eyes and jaw drop

"You're insane, do you know that?" Nav chuckled as she grabbed her best friends hand, pulling her through the crowd towards a private couch behind sheer purple curtains, pushing her shoulders down for the pink haired girl to sit.

"I'll get you some water, or some shit, don't move" Nav ordered, kissing Mori's glittery forehead before departure. The private room she sat in was quieter, but it smelt like strawberries, the exact choking scent of Syd's favorite vape flavor.

Curling herself up into a ball as she swiped past instagram stories of everyone present in the party, rolling her eyes at nearly all of them - she hated nearly half of the people here.

Once she came across Ash's story, she was more attentive. Her eyes furrowed as she saw the similar purple lighting and crowd dancing in the background, behind the ball of smoke he blew at the screen.

"What a cunt!" she yelled at her phone, ignoring the others in the room turning to her from her abrupt outburst, continuing the video for - a girl with dark hair to pout in the corner of the frame, "What's with all the cunt-ery? And where's my frickin water--"

Ding!

Her phone lit up at a new message, from 'CIGARETTE 🚬🔫' with an attached photo.

Her jaw dropped as she zoomed in of the photo taken of her making a cringing face at her phone, just a few moments ago. She was so disturbed at the fact that he had been watching her this whole time, to ignore the text over the photo that read 'Too fine to be here'

Her green eyes looking up from her phone, her dark eyebrows furrowing as she slowly scanned the room through the sheer curtain - a hopeless attempt, really. Everything was a blur.

Ding!

Another message from him popped up.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

💬...
today 00:00

CIGARETTE 🚬🔫
🎥 Photo.
CIGARETTE 🚬🔫
Who gave you the za? You clearly aren't sober

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE 🍓🩰
Yrs I am u horw
STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE 🍓🩰
*hor
STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE 🍓🩰
*WHORE

CIGARETTE 🚬🔫
Right...don't move

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

She scoffed, completely ignoring his requests as she stood up from the soft red couch. Taking a step forward to slide the curtains open to lightly gasp at -- Ash, who towered over her, and who furrowed his eyebrows.

Forcing her eyes to open wider, she couldn't escape his gaze. He's never looked better, in fact, he looked heaven sent. Such soft features for that kind of personality, but she admired it. It made her feel safe. He licked his pink lips as his eyes softened, almost smirking at her straightened hair that frizzed up, at how cute it was. It felt different, they felt...

Sparks.

He melted at her green eyes, that could not open past a squint, and neither could his. Sure, Ash was high too, but he wasn't as messy as she was. Poking his tongue through his cheek as his husky voice cracked a chuckle. And she cracked into laughter, with lips inches from each other, all they could do, was laugh.

"You smoked without me, you fucking slut" he murmured

Now the both of them, slouched on the red couch, could not stop giggling for the life of them. The conversations they had were painfully stupid. It even got to the theory of rappers faking their deaths, before reverting back to making fun of random people in the crowd.

He found her slurred laughter amusing, and she could not stop giggling at his snorting and breaths for air. That, and the occasional--

"Emori-- Stop moving the jacket!" Ash whined having to readjust the jacket to cover her dress riding up, as she objected--

"But it's hot as a motherfucka. Seriously, you having your puffer on actually disturbs me" she slurred, groaning at his crack into laughter as he shook his head.

She rested her head right next to his shoulder, her eyes immediately getting heavy, before he spat--

"I swear to God, Em, if you fall asleep-- I'll chop those pink curls off, y'hear me?" He threatened, smirking at her nose scrunch she always made whenever she was pissed.

But he had every right, because everytime one of them fell asleep high, it was like trying to wake a bear up during hibernation.

So all they could do to keep from drifting off, was to passionately sing Poetic Justice by Kendrick Lamar and Drake to each other as it played.

There's always that one song that awaken something inside you you never knew was there. For most of us, its Work by Rihanna.

Emori aggressively chuckled at the base of that song starting, a big smile growing as she turned to Ash and his manspreading.

"Em! Em! Get your ass over here!" Syd yelled through the squeals of other girls regrouping on the dance floor. Unsurprisingly, nearly every man in that room broke their necks to watch, who could blame them? Anything to see hot girls grinding and twerking on each other, right?

"Aye aye aye aye" was all that was heard as the chorus commenced. Emori passionately sang the lyrics to Ash as he sat there with his eyes up at her. Uselessly pulling her pink dress down, as Ash readjusted his seating.

Feeling Nav's hands on her hips as Nav aggressively mouthed to Ash "You wish this was you", to which he smirked, shaking his head as he flipped her off.

And finally, Emori bent her knees and slowly grinded on Nav, giggling as her friends cheered her on. And Ash was -- hypnotized. He turned bright red, as he flustered inside.

And for some reason, as more songs played, and as he 'supervised' her from across the room, they could not stop smiling at each other. They were zooted as hell.

Emori swung her dangling legs on chair by the bar counter, alone and, as much as she hated it, approachable. She was alone, sipping on the strongest sprite she's every tasted.

Patiently waiting for Ash to finish with his deals. She noticed someone now sat next to her, maybe even starred, but it didn't clock that he called on her four times as--

"Shit, you're talking to me?" she turned to the - ginger dread head with a cute smile, and who she could've sworn was the class of 2021.

And then it came to her, this was Oscar's former teammate, like former former, "Oh, hey Miles" she quickly smiled, "if you're looking for Oscar, he should be upstairs spreading STDs" she continued with her drink

"Nah, that's cool. You alone? No plus one?" he pushed

"MmmWhy?" she kissed her teeth, finally looking back to him

"Just trying my luck. It's not everyday that someone gets to convince Emori Leroy to..." her eyebrows furrowed at his hands sliding on her jacket sliding off her thighs, "have some fun"

She slightly sobered up at his cold hand on her, trying her best to move back from him as she moved his hand back to his jeans.

"You do realize i'm 15, right?" she shot her green eyes down at the drink as if it was the most interesting clear fizzy drink ever.

But her heart began to race as he got more touchy, slowly riding his hand up her dress as he made excuses like how 'mature'.

She shakily got her phone out, pressing the call on the first emergency call, who she thought was still negotiating deals, but she called anyway. Her heart dropped at the call immediately going to voicemail, praying for a miracle to get her out of this place.

She couldn't move, for some cruel reason, she couldn't talk either as he continued convincing her that this wasn't at all what it was, before-

She gasped at her chair being rotated by another pale hand, her head spinning as she heard a calm voice tell-

"Hey ma? It's past your bedtime. Y'wanna get outta here?" she heard the familiar mumbling speech pattern of the buzzcut boy in a puffer and Nike tech fleece despite the temperature of the house. And suddenly, she felt safe, warm, seen, protected.

Ashtray gently cradled her hand, helping her down from the high seat. He pulled her dress down, as far as he thought it stayed. He lifted her chin and briefly smiled with that gorgeous smirk, before they calmly departed from the grown ass man.

They were now clear of him, with Ash taking the silent girl to a quieter room, one nobody was fornicating in.

Ash finally turned towards her, seeing the speechless type of look. Looking at her phone's recent calls with his name in red, his eyes widened as he quickly spat, "Shit, my phone died- I couldn't get that-"

Emori wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his warmth slide down her open back to complete the hug. It was long, it was needed by the both of them. It meant more than words could describe. His heart was crushed by her erratic breaths to stop the tears from running.

They finally broke from the hug, as Emori sat down on the hotel-looking bed, looking up to the boy with hands in his pockets as he chuckled saying--

"Dont do drugs, kids" he rubbed his head, dramatically sighing as he sat beside her, with her scoffing as--

"Don't act like you weren't puffing the shit out of that...jumbo joint" she snapped, smiling at his cute boyish snicker as they quieted down. Emori wanted to bring up the girl she saw with him without it looking like she was somehow jealous of her, which she wasn't, of course.

But the silence turned into a staring contest as she couldn't help but get lost in those cute greyish looking puppy eyes of his, as he was stuck in a maze in her green eyes. He smiled again.

"You look beautiful, Emori. As per usual" he told her under his voice, fixing the position of her bra strap to hide under the long sleeve. Her heartbeat raced, it warmed, she smiled, mouthing 'thank you' as he chuckled, still maintaining the eye contact.

"I think you look beautiful, Ashtray." she played with the drawstrings of his hoodie. At that, 'party monster' by the Weeknd began playing, and they both chuckled at each other because this was one of the many songs they memorized as kids.

But it was different this time, the vibes, the gazes. Ashtray's eyes kept bouncing from her eyes to her lips, and he'd finally given up the mission of not staring at her tits. And Emori kept her eyes on his pink lips. They didn't know it, but they both kept moving towards each other, slowly.

Now with a burning passion, a desire, a burst of lust with their extreme lack of sobriety, with nothing that was going to stop them, for Ash had already locked the door - not even with him knowing what would take place here.

Ash cupped the side of her jaw, before crashing his soft lips onto Emori's glossy smooth ones, indulging into a deep, passionate, dirty kiss. Emori moved her body to the rhythm of the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as Ash her waist closer to him.

Arching into him, he zipped off his puffer and hoodie, for Emori to typically find the beaters with his favorite chain, dangling and slapping on him as he brought Emori's one leg over him, for her to sit on him.

A chuckle was let out of her as he kissed on her neck as she whispered, "We shouldn't be doing this, fuck" as he chuckled, before he caressed her thigh with her ever lifting dress as she slowly grind on him.

He wasn't aware of it, but he was untying the straps keeping her dress up. And as it gracefully slipped down, he paused for a moment, just to stare in awe of her and her cute little strap bra he hasn't learnt to unstrap - and probably never will.

He slowly put his hands on her waist, sliding it to her back as she dove back into the messy first kiss. He smiled at her tattoo of his initials glowing in the gloom.

Emori slowly brought him down to them lay on the bed, only lasting a few moments before he got his dominance back by climbing over her. The kiss quickly became breathier, gasps and exhales were all she could let out.

Her hands were unoccupied, so he slid his right hand onto hers, locking them together as he tenderly kissed her lips.

Keeping this up for as long as they could, before the weed knocked the energy out of them, their kiss getting weaker and weaker, before passing out on the bed. They both knew that was all that would come from it, neither of them complained.

Well, If they could remember it, fingers crossed.

authors note

AHHHH IT FINALLY HAPPENED PEOPLE, Ash and Emori's first kiss (but does it count if they were both high? hmmm)

anyways it's been a minute so why not treat y'all to this 3000 word chapter !! 🤭

this chapter had me BLUSHING bro so 🤭

okay i love you mwah

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