ALL I DO.
{ irl }

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a/n : ik the triplets don't drink or anything, but in order for the plot to make sense (and to make this a much more realistic high school party) they DO end up drinking a bit.
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everyone else seems to have gotten a much more detailed invitation than matt did. he had no idea that there was a pool, but everyone else must have since they all brought bathing suits whereas matt, nick, chris, camille, and niola didn't.

of course, it doesn't matter all that much considering the fact that there's a lot of other things to do rather than swim.

"look! a game table!" camille shouts, grabbing niola's forearm and giggling as she says, "if we can't swim in the pool, we can play pool." she then drags niola away toward the room with a pool table in it, leaving the triplets alone.

matt watches the girls — mainly niola — walk away from them. he's never seen her in a dress. she's normally wearing baggy jeans and whatever shirt she finds first. but niola in a dress? it's unheard of. he doesn't see her as any more beautiful than he did before. she's still the same gorgeous girl who teases him in class and doesn't shy away from any challenge. 

the only difference now is that the dress she's wearing accurately reflects the beauty within her.

the glitter and the shimmery material compliment not only her body's curves but also her personality and her mind.

"should we leave?" nick teases, making chris chuckle and matt raise a brow.

"what're you talking about?" matt asks.

"i mean, you're looking at niola as if she's a literal goddess." nick explains. "she's not even over here, and i feel like chris and i are third-wheeling."

matt rolls his eyes at nick, "you don't have to go anywhere. i'm leaving anyway."

"you can't just walk away when we bring up a topic you don't want to talk about."

"one? i'm not running away. i'm going to get a drink because i'm thirsty." matt says. "two? yes i can."

as matt walks away, chris laughs and cups his hands around his mouth before he calls out, "don't get too drunk! you're driving us all home!"

nick and chris watch as matt walks away into the endless swarm of people. apparently, amelia is quite popular. nick feels like there's ought to be at least a billion people here.

chris sighs, tipping his head back against the wall behind him. "this party is shit."

"you're what's making it shit." nick says, causing chris to lift his head off the wall and glare at his brother. "i'm gonna go find niola."

nick walks off and goes into the room that he watched camille take niola into. he looks around, but cant see more than an inch in front of him due to how many people are squished in here. he could have sworn there weren't this many people here before camille and niola came. in fact, it looked quite empty. what changed?

he squeezes through the crowd of people, calling niola's name as he does so. after a few minutes of aimlessly wandering around the sea of bodies, he hears niola's voice.

"i win again!" he hears her cheer loudly. nick follows the sound of her voice before finally catching a glimpse of her shiny dress. niola is standing in front of the pool table, proudly holding the cue stick over her shoulder. he quickly realizes how flushed her face is and his disheveled her hair looks. nick glances around and notices a bunch of empty beer cans around her.

"niola!" nick calls out, causing her to turn her head toward him dramatically. she grins at the sight of him before running over and hugging him.

"matt!" she says happily, making nick nearly choke from how surprised he is. niola has never mixed the triplets up, but apparently being drunk makes her also a bit blind. she pulls away from the hug, her arms still wrapped around his neck.

nick reaches behind his head and grabs her hands, removing himself from this hug — feeling guilty for making her think that he's matt, even though it's not his fault.

"i'm not matt." nick tells her, causing niola to cock her head to the side in confusion. then, her eyes widen in realization.

"chris?" niola says, quickly jumping a few feet away from him. "god, this is awkward. sorry. i, uh, i thought you were matt."

"wrong triplet." nick tells her with a laugh. "again."

"nick!" niola says, proud of herself for finally guessing who he is, even though the process of elimination gave her the answer. "anyway, do you wanna play pool with me? nobody has won against me."

camille walks over to them, appearing to also be drunk, just less so than niola.

"i had no idea niola was so gifted at pool. if i had known, i wouldn't have invited her to play with me." camille explains. "she's played against like a thousand people and not a single person has gotten close to winning."

"she hasn't played against me yet." nick tells her, grabbing the other cue stick and standing on the opposite side of the pool table. everyone around them begins to cheer for whoever they expect to win.

matt leans against the edge of the kitchen counter, sipping on the only non-alcoholic drink option that he could find.

the kitchen and bathroom are the two least crowded rooms in amelia's cabin. despite it being one of the most empty rooms, the kitchen is still packed full of people.

someone bumps into matt, completely ignoring how he nearly drops his cup on the floor from the impact. as the person keeps walking, matt flips off the back of their head. to avoid getting bumped into again — and possibly actually dropping his drink — matt hops up and sits on the counter.

he lets out a relieved sigh, happy to finally be out of the chaos of the kitchen. well, kind of.

"you're drinking a juice box?" a female voice asks. matt looks down at her, recognizing the girl as amelia. "aren't you a little old for that?"

"it's the only drink that won't end in me getting wasted." matt tells her, taking another sip from his box — which has a disney princess on the front.

amelia steps closer to him, standing between his legs that are dangling from the counter. she places each of her hands on his knees, rubbing gentle circles on his kneecap.

matt scoots backward, nearly hitting his head on the cabinet above him. but he doesn't care. as long as he gets his legs away from amelia, he's happy — even if he has to get a concussion in the process.

"i have a girlfriend." matt tells her, taking a sip from his juice box. he's trying to calm the nerves in his stomach that he gets when he's around touchy girls like this. the only girl who doesn't make him feel violated is niola. otherwise, he can't stand to be touched by someone he's not close with.

"that's never stopped me before." she tells him, stepping closer again. she leans forward and places her elbows on his thighs, her face coming too close for comfort. matt sets his drink down on the countertop beside him and uses his now empty hands to shove her off of him. "what is your problem!?" she yells, causing everyone in the kitchen to look toward the commotion.

"you." matt says simply, hopping off of the counter and shooting her a glare before exiting the kitchen.

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a/n : in real life i HATE bug parties but in wattpad??? i live for the drama 🤷‍♀️
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