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newbeginningsforever · 4 years ago

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Trevor/Alucard/Sypha (fanfiction)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23989780/chapters/67683635

An hour later, they were pulling up to the frat house in an Uber. Sypha had a short dress on and ran inside as fast as possible to avoid the cold. It was just above freezing that night in Rochester, and her long-sleeved minidress was not going to keep her warm. Adrian was fully dressed, and approached far more slowly. He looked up at the large house, a little intimidated, the strong porch lights reflecting off his golden eyes. Fear clenched his throat, and he looked back to see the Uber driving off. No turning back now. He could already hear the pounding bass inside, and he couldn’t decide whether it was alluring or repellant. Trepidation mixed with excitement within him as he took a few steps forward. I’ve never even been to a college party… what a freak. But after a few moments, upon hearing happy voices inside, Adrian was resolved. Fun was new territory. And rebellion was unexplored, he hadn’t ventured there yet. Not really. Just go inside. Adrian pushed down the anxiousness in his heart along with the omnipresent voice of his father in his head telling him he couldn't go inside. The loud party music and cloying scent of weed coming from the house forewarned him, screaming danger, and he knew he was not allowed. But something in him pushed onward, a slowly rising feeling of boldness and rebellion, and he opened the door. Drake's song 'God's Plan' immediately filled his head, the noise incredibly loud.

Tryna keep it peaceful is a struggle for me

Don't pull up at 6 AM to cuddle with me

It was shocking how different the inside was from the outside. Cold air and muffled quietude ceased immediately and hot, humid commotion enveloped him. The house was almost totally full. People were everywhere, squeezed together in some places, crowding the rooms. Adrian couldn’t even see any furniture, just people, and the rapidly changing neon lights that colored the room pink, then orange, then green. The psychedelic flashing colors only seemed to increase the intensity of the sound. Drake’s voice covered the multitude of noises in the room.

You know how I like it when you lovin' on me

I don't wanna die for them to miss me

Yes I see the things that they wishin' on me

Hope I got some brothers that outlive me

They gon' tell the story, shit was different with me

Adrian felt totally overwhelmed, looking around blankly for a place to hang his jacket. He turned to the place where he assumed the coat closet was and startled when he nearly bumped into a couple making out right in front of him. The wet sounds of their kissing and throaty moans took him off guard.

God's plan, God's plan

I hold back, sometimes I won't, yuh

I feel good, sometimes I don't, ayy, don't

I finessed down Weston Road, ayy, 'nessed

Might go down a G-O-D, yeah, wait

I go hard on Southside G, yuh, Way

I make sure that north side eat

And still

“Excuse me,” he insisted, trying to politely move them aside, “The coat closet.” It was hard not to shout in such a large, crowded place. They barely shifted aside and went back at it, so Adrian squeezed the door open and placed his designer coat inside. Finding Sypha was no small task. She was a relatively short girl among a sea of college students. And looking around, Adrian second-guessed the outfit he had chosen. Almost everyone was in t-shirt or jerseys. I overdressed. Jesus, it’s so loud in here. Moving slowly through the crowded entryway, he made his way to what he assumed was the dining room, trying to hunt for Trevor or Sypha in the mass of people. The crowd suddenly started belting out the lyrics of the song in unison.

She said, "Do you love me?" I tell her, "Only partly"

I only love my bed and my momma, I'm sorry

Trevor stood amongst his teammates in the kitchen, red solo cup in hand, singing the chorus loudly along with them. He was already half-drunk and dazed when he caught a glimpse of Adrian moving towards him in the crowd. In the midst of all the drunk, grinding party goers, his sober, careful movements seemed like an anomaly. And Adrian was a nonpareil in his eyes, unmatched in beauty and grace. That night was no exception. Once their eyes met across the crowded room, a flicker of excitement brightened both of their faces. Trevor couldn’t help but check him out up and down. He was just tispy enough not to care.

God's plan, God's plan

I can't do this on my own, ayy, no, ayy

Someone watchin' this shit close, yep, close

I've been me since Scarlett Road, ayy, road, ayy

Might go down as G-O-D, yeah, wait

I go hard on Southside G, ayy, Way

I make sure that north side eat, yuh

And still

Adrian had on the most expensive homosexual outfit Trevor could ever imagine. Oh my God. It was glaringly obvious that he was neither part of the frat nor knowledgeable about college parties at all. Trevor had no idea the loose black translucent shirt was Saint Laurent runway couture. All he saw was his extremely attractive friend coming towards him looking like sex on a stick. The black see-through shirt Adrian wore highlighted the attractive lines and contours of his athletic torso, and his skin-tight leather pants, visible through the shirt, left little to the imagination. The first several buttons of the shirt were undone, showing off his collarbones and pectorals. Tiny sparkly beads in the shirt’s fabric caught the changing lights and made him literally glitter. Trevor couldn’t look away. Looks like bloody lingerie. Wow. Christ, he looks so good. Adrian blushed, realizing that Trevor was obviously checking him out. Then his expression changed a bit when he realized that not just Trevor, but also his frat buddies were pursuing his form very carefully.

“Hey,” he greeted, trying to speak over the loud music and party commotion surrounding them.

“Hey!” Trevor tried to shake himself out of that line of thought, coming back to reality. Heavy bass music pounded around them, and a few sweaty seniors pushed past.