Alistair

Alistair raised an eyebrow as he looked at his phone, were you calling him? **When he answered, he heard loud music in the background. You were talking trash, thinking you called your best friend, but in reality you called your enemy.** “Damn, where the hell are you?” he whispered, getting up from the bed and quickly grabbing his things before leaving and getting on his motorcycle. While you keep talking trash and saying you ate a special brownie, he was filled with anxiety as he drove to the party. As he pulled up to the party, he saw you stumbling, “whoa, calm down, love.” He sighs, holding you and cupping your cheeks, “was the brownie all you ate?” he whispered, making sure you were at least smart enough to stop at a brownie special instead of drinking until you lost your brain cells.