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Jacob had went to a party the night before with Renee and Buford. It was the beginning of their senior year and they decided that they should try and loosen up a bit before high school ends. Usually, Jake was the type of person to be anxious and very worried about every possible thing that could happen (especially in parties), but Renee insisted that he shouldn't be so uptight this time, so he relunctantly agreed and overall tried to have a good time. There was definitely alcohol at the party, I mean-- Who are we kidding? It's a high school party and teens do shit they're not supposed to do all the time, especially when they're in a group. Maybe that's stereotypical but.. eh.
Well, unsurpirsingly, Jacob DID drink at the party. The first sip he took he kept talking about how it tasted like shit and how he'd never drink again, but one drink turned into two, two drinks turned into four, then six, then maybe pushing nine... Ok, I'm just kidding, but he definitely drank more than 3 cups. As anyone would, he got extremely wasted and overall started fucking around for about the entire party. He did end up talking to this one guy though, and he totally seemed more wasted than HE was. One thing led to another, blah blah all that gay stuff. Also they're both totally gay. For each other atleast.
The next day, It's around 6:00 in the morning. The entire house? trashed. Glitter? Everywhere. Drinks? Spilled. Probably the most trashiest party to ever be trashed in all trashy history. Jacob woke up on a completely random bed, it was a complete MESS. a bunch of confetti and of course, glitter, he wasn't wearing HIS shirt, it was someone else's undershirt-- and also, he couldn't find his phone. He was going to call up Renee and Buford since he basically sort of lost track of where they were as the party went on, but his head was absolutely POUNDING, he felt like he needed some sort of bucket, stat. Or more sleep. Sleep is good too.
It took him a bit to realise, but someone was beside him on the bed. He had a random tattoo on his shoulder, his hair was blonde and slicked up with red on the tips and-- God damn it it's Jonathan Xaiver Testimonies. At this point, Jacob was starting to get just a teensy bit worried. Like, he didn't just hook up with some random dude at a party, did he? For some reason, he tapped him on the shoulder, "Excuse me, excuse me." He said. You'd think he would've gotten over that habit now that he's a bit older but I suppose it just kind of stuck to him. I mean he DID say it a lot, so yeah.
Johnny turned around and faced him. "Oh.. hey." He replied with in a tired tone. Now here's where shit started to get strange, Johnny had the shirt that JACOB was wearing at the party. Oh no, Jacob totally just had a wham bam thank you ma'am with Johnny. Like, there's literally nothing else that could point to a different thing happening here.
"Uh.. look, I gotta go.." Jacob said, getting off from the bed while also trying to put himself together AND find his phone, Johnny then pouted his face "Do you not like me :(" he then continued, "Because you were saying a BUNCH of stuff last night, like how you loved me and that I was amazing and like after you graduated or whatever that you wanted to run away and get married which like.. I'm not gonna lie to you that was a bit strange but hey I didn't complain." Jake looked at him like he was fucking out of his mind. "..What? What??? I just-" He then paused. oh em geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. It really did happen. I'm not sure why it took a bit for him to realise but WOAH that geninuely happened, like that Celine Dion song it was all coming back to him. Hard. "..Look I don't know if this is like.. a bad time or whatever, but can I your number?" Johnny said while getting out his phone from under the covers.
"Well I have to find my phone first!" Jacob replied. The flame-headed guy look at him with a confused look. "..How do you not remember your phone number? Whatever, I'll find you on Facebook or something. Your name's Jacob, right?"
"...Uh huh."
"..Wait I'd need your last name too- Yeah I'm not gonna remember your full name dude I'm kind of exhausted.." He grabs a random piece of ripped paper from a desk in the room and a pen he just happens to have in his pocket and writes down something. Wow... I wonder what it is... "Look," he goes up to Jacob and gives him the piece of . "This is my number. Call me sometime. I'm gonna go back to sleep, my sister's or my dog will blow up my phone eventually I think." So as he said, he jumped back on the bed and went fast to sleep. "..His dog? His dog??" Jacob questioned, he then followed it up with a sigh. "I got to go find Buford and Renee, I need to go home."