Makeout Party

However long it takes for a broken shin to heal later...

*Chelsea's POV*

Tonight, Mike was taking me to a party round the corner with Billie and Tre.

This will be interesting.

In a matter of minutes, we were all completely drunk.

I mean DRUNK.

So drunk, you would be scared to come near us.

Drunk, i started kissing MIke, and Tre started kissing... Billie.

Ok, thats a little weird.

Soon enough, we were making out... and so were Trillie.

MAKEOUT PARTY!!!

After that, me and Mike ran upstairs, and... that's all i remember.

***

"Oww..." I groaned, hungover.

I just about stopped the world spinning, an looked across.

Uh. Why were my clothes in the corner.

Further question:

Why were Mike's clothes with them.

No. No. No.

i looked next to me.

...Oh god.....

I thought for a moment: It could have been worse- it couldve been Billie.

But, he was too occupied in the living room, making out with Tre.

I shuddered and started to get dressed.

"Shit..." I heard Mike say in the background.

He was looking at me.

While he was getting dressed, who should come up, but Billie!

^Billie's POV^

Mike didn't... did he?

Oh god.

It was a mistake bringing her here!

Uh... was i making out with Tre?

Not important right now!

I stared at Mike and he looked at me, looking a mix of guilty and ashamed.

***

After getting over the hangover, I drove us all home, Chelsea not saying a word.

Mike wouldn't look me OR Chelsea in the eye.

Tre took a turn driving, making me sit next to Chelsea.

Oh, the awkwardness.

I looked at half sympathetic, half dissapointed/

"Sorry..." She finally said, looking at me with seriously teared up eyes.

I sighed.

"No, it's my fault. If we hadnt have gone to that stupid party, none of this would've happened, y'know" I said.

She looked at me, then at Mike.

"I hope we can just... forget about this, and still be friends" She said to him.

He smiled and nodded.

"Always" He said, brushing up her fringe and kissing her forehead.

Hey, as long as its on her forehead, i dont mind.

I put a hand under her chin and held her head up, facing me.

I used the other the brush her hair out of her face, and do the same as Mike.

Then a thought occured:

"Did you use a con-" I started.

"Yes!" Mike cut me off, eager to not start a conversation.

A/n: Sorry for not updating in ages!

Also, sorry this one is relatively short!

FORGIVE ME, PLEASE!!!