Party
“Jean, honestly, don’t you think we could just stay home and watch Mean Girls?” Scott whined, as Jean parked in front of the crowded house. She laughed lightly, undoing her seatbelt.
“Scott, you need to learn to live a little!” Jean retorted, voice a bit joking. Scott sighed, opening his door as Jean did.
“Just- don’t drink too much,” He requested, grimacing as he watched some guy fall off the porch, his friends only laughing.
“Honestly, Jean, I wasn’t expecting you to be a party kind,” He added, as they walked through the door. Jean let out a snort.
“Hey, I’m not that boring, Scott- just, let loose!” Suddenly, drinks were thrusted into their hands from two party goers, and he only huffed.
“If you don’t like it, we’ll go home, just try to have fun,” She smiled at him, resulting in a sigh.
“Fine,” He reluctantly agreed, following her through the crowded living room.
Of course he lost Jean, it was so inevitable it hurt. He was at a fucking party and he lost his only friend, so he did what most lonely people did- he stayed near the back, against the wall, quietly sipping at his drink.
“Hey there,” A voice interrupted his thinking as a silver-haired male walked a few steps toward him. Scott recognized him, lightly- he was sure they had at least a class together.
“Hi,” He greeted, looking him over. He was attractive, even though his get up was a bit- unique. Black ripped jeans, old band shirt, and a silver leather jacket. He somehow made it work.
“You seem pretty bored,” He smiled and oh God he had fucking dimples-
“I am, actually. My friend dragged me here and now I’ve lost her. Good fucking job, Scott,” He huffed lightly to himself, fixing his sunglasses.
“Well, you could dance,” Peter offered, hand signalling to the dance floor.
“With all those sweaty, horny, drunks? I’ll cross it off,” He praised himself for his response as he watched Peter lightly laugh.
“Good point. Get drunk off your mind?” Peter held up his red-solo cup to show, Scott pursing his lips.
“I try not to drink much- it’s surprising that I’m even drinking at all tonight,” He took a sip, Peter nodding.
“Bad history?” He asked, Scott freezing a moment before nodding.
“You could say that,” He answered, Peter wincing lightly.
“I hear you, man, but sometimes to get rid of the bad history, you need to drink it away, y’know?” He asked, Scott giving a nod.
“I get that. Jesus, whoever owns this house doesn’t know a thing about using AC, it’s so fucking hot,” He claimed, pulling at his shirt. The corners of Peter’s lips flicked up.
“You think so?” He sipped his drink, leaning on the wall next to Scott.
“Totally. Honestly, party’s are so stupid in my opinion. Who wants to get drunk with a bunch of gross, hormonal teenagers? Plus, this place is pretty fucking nice, I pity the poor soul who has to clean it,” He continued, amusement flickering in Peter’s eyes.
“You do?”
“Of course, I mean, look at the mess already. It’s only been, what, two hours? Jesus fucking Christ, have I been at this shit hole for two hours?” He ran a hand through his hair, Peter stifling a laugh.
“Anything else?” He asked, Scott nodding quickly.
“So much more. I could go on, but I don’t think you’d like all my ranting,” He said, Peter pursing his lips.
“I actually find it quite cute. Maybe you can text me everything else?” He offered his phone, Scott flushing deeply.
“I- yeah,” He agreed, taking it to type in his number. Peter grinned lightly, taking back his phone.
“Thanks, Cutie. Can I get your name?” Scott just then realized he hadn’t given him his name.
“Scott, and you?” He requested, watching him slip his phone into his pocket.
“Peter,” He smiled, opening his mouth to speak when an arm was slung around Scott.
“Scott! There you are!” Jean greeted, looking down at her best friend. It, of course, was because she was wearing heels. She totally wasn’t taller than Scott or anything.
“Hey, Jean, are you drunk?” He asked, Jean shaking her head, her hair hitting Scott’s face.
“What? No, of course not- okay, maybe a little,” She admitted, resulting in a sigh.
“Okay, I’m guessing I’m driving you home,” His gaze flickered to Peter.
“This is what I mean, man, just crazy, drunk teenagers everywhere,” He pointed out, Peter chuckling softly. Jean’s eyes averted to Peter, as well.
“Oh, hey, Peter,” She greeted, taking her arm from Scott’s shoulder.
“Scott, you met Peter. He’s the one who’s throwing this shindig,” Scott winced at the word ‘shindig’, before his eyes widened behind his sunglasses.
“Wait- you’re the-,”
“Host? Yep,” Peter’s grin was more evident, as he leaned forward to tip Scott’s chin up.
“I- um, I’m sorry about what I was ranting on about,” He scrambled for an apology, Peter chuckling and running his middle finger across Scott’s bottom lip- only briefly.
“Not a problem. Say, how about you stop by some point soon and teach me how to properly use my AC?” He offered, Scott weakly nodding and leaning into his touch.
“Tomorrow afternoon? I, of course, will take you to lunch and a movie first,” He offered, Scott giving another nod, as it was all he could muster.
“Great! See you tomorrow, Cutie. I’ll text you,” He promised, dropping Scott’s chin, the male immediately missing the warmth. Scott inhaled sharply, leaning up to press his lips to Peter’s cheek.
“It’s a date,” He whispered into his ear, before pulling back.
Peter grinned, nodding in agreement before something caught his eyes.
“Warren! Get Kurt off the fucking chandelier! I gotta go,” He waved, Scott waving back with a giddy expression as Peter jogged off.
“So-,”
“Not a word, Jean, not a word,”