#i didn’t wanna properly colour them sorry. colour puke instead.

[hazardlevei]

bloodrogue by popular demand 🐍🦇

[irphanfic]

For the drabble could you do 21?

Okay, first of all, I’m sorry for such a big delay. My schedule has been crazier than ever so I couldn’t write anything for weeks and even months but here it is!

author notes - Warning! - this drabble deals with some inappropriate touching so if you are uncomfortable with that, just avoid reading this.

21. Babe, that my ____(insert body part here)Exams of the first semester were finally over and that meant that the biggest student house in the campus was having the most awesome party that people from the university of Manchester would never forget.

So, dressed in his best white and tightest skinny jeans combined with a thin but nice flowered shirt and his pastel coloured Vans that matched the flower crown that was perfectly resting on his recently dyed black hair, Phil entered the first floor of the house, bringing his friend Madison along with him.

“C'mon Mads! I wanna get at least a few drinks before we hit the dancefloor!” Phil shouted at her over the loud music so they could hear each other, making a sign at her to follow him to the unfamiliar kitchen.

Once the friends had reached the alcohol stands that were displayed in the kitchen, Phil started pouring what Mads considered “a bit too much of vodka” but Phil shrugged at her and mixed it with some lemon juice that he had spotted right away.

“You want one?” Phil offered her but Madison declined, grabbing a beer instead as she observed Phil finishing his mixed drink.

“Have you seen anyone from our year?’’ Mads asked, taking a quick sip and grimacing at the bitter taste.

‘’A few people… The guys seemed to remember me at least!’’ Phil chuckled. You could describe Phil as the ‘’sassy and hot pastel guy from English class’’ but he often was also known as the ‘’guy who had at least made out with half of the guys from campus’’.

Yeah. Every time Phil entered a party, no matter how packed it was, every guy stared at him, the bravest ones managing to make a move after a drinking game or some not-very-appropriate dancing. So, yes, uni life was pretty much going well for him.

Suddenly, a few shouts were heard from the living room, making both friends run at it and seeing that a new drinking game that was about to start.

‘’Wanna play?’’ Phil heard a voice coming just right by his ear, turning around only to find Bryan, the attractive captain of the rugby team.

Phil instantly bit his lower lip, staring back at Bryan who had a naughty grin on his face as if he really wanted Phil to play.

“Sure, why not? You in, Mads?” Phil asked, not even turning his gaze off of Bryan to speak to his best friend.

“No, you go. I will go and talk to Hannah  and Caleb… Have fun! Call me when you leave!” Mads said, patting Phil on the shoulder before walking off, leaving Phil and Bryan alone for a few seconds before another student shouted that the game was about to start.

___________

The game was almost over, and after more than a few drinks and at least 4 tequila shots Phil knew he was drunk. Totally drunk.

‘’I… I need the bathroom…’’ Phil slurred, standing up the best he could while leaning on Bryan the whole time, who helped him get up properly.

‘’You need me to come with you?’’ Bryan offered, standing up with Phil, who nodded and grabbed his hand, walking clumsily upstairs where Bryan kindly opened the door for Phil. ‘’I will wait here for you, okay?’’

Phil nodded and offered him a smile, trying to balance properly as he closed the door and quickly made his necessities, a bit surprised at the fact that he didn’t feel close to puking as it had happened a few other times.

As he exited the toilet he spotted Bryan against the empty hallway wall. Deciding he felt drunk enough to do something he had been wanting to all night, Phil  walked up to him and touched his biceps, making their bodies touch; not that Bryan seemed to mind much as he seemed to also want Phil closer by putting his hands on his slim waist.

‘’I thought you weren’t one who made the first move, Lester.’’ Bryan teased, tracing a few patterns along Phil’s shirt, who shrugged and decided to flush their chests together, lifting his arms to lace his arms around Bryan’s tanned neck.

‘’Well, I feel… I feel like there is a first time for everything, right?’’ Phil said, not letting Bryan say anything else as he closed the gap between their lips, an innocent kiss quickly becoming a heated one.

Suddenly, Bryan turned the around and put Phil against the wall, earning a moan from the blue eyed, who felt Bryan skim his hands lower and lower towards Phil’s butt, who instantly felt uncomfortable and broke the kiss, trying to give Bryan a hint that he didn’t want to be touched there, just make out with him, nothing more.

‘’Babe, that my butt! No touching there!’’ Phil said, lifting Bryan’s big hands away from his butt and putting them again at his hips, instantly starting to kiss the rugby player again in hopes he had understood the message.

The kiss turned out pretty heated once again, Phil felt as Bryan kissed his neck, probably leaving a questionable hickey that he wouldn’t mind to have to be honest. As he kept trying not to moan at Bryan’s neck kisses, Phil suddenly noticed the player’s hands once again at his butt, this time not only touching but also groping it, making Phil want to escape from this.

He felt uncomfortable, he didn’t want this. He wanted to stop.

‘’Bryan… stop,’’ Phil said as calmly as he could, trying once again to quit Bryan’s hands off of his butt or his mouth off of his neck, but he was stronger than Phil and he knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

‘’C’mon Lester, you know you want this, don’t tell me you don’t when in every party you end up like this with every other guy!’’ Bryan commented, grabbing his butt even harder and groping it as if he owned it.

‘’Bryan, stop please!’’ Phil tried again, this time a bit louder than before, squirming his body a bit but not managing to move that much against the hallway wall, ‘’Bryan, please stop right now! I… I don’t wanna…’’ he said, feeling trapped and scared at the same time, his drunk state not making this any easier.

‘’He said to stop, Keller!’’ suddenly a voice from the further side of the hallway said, making Bryan stop his actions, but not freeing Phil from his groping.

‘’Fuck off Howell! This is none of your business!’’ Bryan said a bit angrily as Dan Howell, part from the rowing team, walked up to them.

Phil knew him, they were in some of the classes together and had spoken a few times but never got to know each other but now, Phil was glad he had appeared out of nowhere to probably rescue him out of this situation.

‘’Yeah, it is when he is telling you that you should stop and you don’t! That’s sexual assault, you know that, right?’’ Dan said in a fuming tone and seeing as Bryan wanted to retort something between the lines of ‘no, it isn’t’, Dan stopped him by walking somehow closer and confronting him.

‘’You will get your hands off of Phil right now and will him leave alone, understood?’’ Dan said slowly as punctuating every single word to which Bryan only growled but freed Phil and stomped away, not even daring to look back.

‘’Are you okay? Did he hurt you? You need anything?’’ Dan asked Phil in the sweetest and calmest tone Phil had ever heard.

As much as he wanted to speak, Phil found himself out of words and shaking a bit, trying not to cry, his drunk state not helping at all with all these emotions.

‘’Phil, you okay? can I do something for you?’’ he heard Dan ask again in the same tone, trying to look at him in the eyes, but Phil felt crowded, trapped, caged and wanted nothing else than to be out of this situation.

‘’N- no, lea- leave me alone, I… I need… I need to find Mads,’’ and finding strength out of nowhere he pushed Dan against the other wall of the hallway, trying to run away as quickly as he could to find Mads, who he spotted quickly with her red hair standing out in the crowd.

‘’Mads, we need to go,’’ Phil nervously said to her, interrupting the conversation she was apparently having with these unfamiliar people.

‘’You okay, Phil?’’ Mads worriedly asked, rapidly turning to him looking at the distressed look his best friend had on his face.

Phil shook his head, ‘no’, trying to clear a tear that had managed to make it’s way down his cheek, ‘’Can- Can I tell you on our way to the dorm?’’

‘’Sure, let’s go.’’ Mads laced her arm around Phil giving him a side hug as they left the noisy party, walking into the dark night that had left the campus full of dark colours.

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It had been a few days since the party had happened and now classes were starting again.

Phil had told Mads everything that had happened that night. Feeling a bit better once he had finished the story, he cried on her shoulder for a while as he felt the sweet arm caresses Mads kept making in hopes of trying to calm him, falling instantly asleep on their dorm floor surrounded by blankets where they spent the next weekend.

It was early Monday morning when Phil woke up with a mission in mind so, dressed up in his warmest clothes, a big lilac jumper combined with black skinny jeans and some white Converse, he left his shared dorm room a soft click of the door, taking in the pretty and warm colours of the morning sunrise.

After a fifteen minute walk he finally reached his destination, the riverbank of their campus where he knew the rowing team practised every morning four days a week.

‘’Well done for today! See you tomorrow, okay? Now, a shower and off to class!’’ Phil heard the coach dismiss the team, a few of the boys chatting energetically as they walked to the changing rooms as others stayed to pick up a few of the oars they had been using, one of them being the one Phil needed to talk to, Dan Howell.

‘’Oh, hey Lester, what brings you around here?’’ another team member said when he spotted him, making Dan turn around quickly, pulling a surprised but worried expression on his face as if he wondering why Phil was here.  

Phil waved at the boys before turning his gaze to those curious brown eyes, ‘’Dan, can I talk to you?’’ Phil said shyly, grabbing at his jumper paws nervously.

‘’Sure, you wanna take a walk?’’ he suggested.

Phil nodded and started walking with Dan after waving ‘goodbye’ at the other boys who continued to gather up everything that was still left.

‘’So… what did you want to talk about?’’ Dan said as soon as they were alone, looking sideways at Phil who was still playing with his jumper paws.

Phil sighed before speaking, a deep sigh that let Dan see how nervous he was about what the blue eyed wanted to talk about.

‘’It’s about what happened at the party. I… I feel bad because you saved me from Bry-Bryan and I didn’t even got to thank you. I was so drunk and before I knew it I was being pinned to the wall and then you appeared and managed to free me, well, save me, but then you asked if I was okay and if I needed something with such a kind and caring voice but my drunkness didn’t let me think straight…’’ Phil managed to say almost in a breath, just stopping a few times.

He took a deep sigh before starting to speak again, as he needed a moment, ‘’I felt… I felt bad, I felt trapped and I shoved you against the wall so I’m sorry Dan. I didn’t mean to push you with such force but I don’t know what came over me and I did it so, once again I’m… I’m sorry, Dan.’’

‘’Phil…’’ Dan wanted to speak, but the black haired continued.

‘’Anyways, thank you and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you as I did after what you did for me…’’ he finished, hugging himself as if he needed some kind of protection. After remembering all that had happened he felt vulnerable and wanted nothing more than to hide once again in those thick blankets he had in his dorm.

‘’Phil…’’ Dan said once again, stopping in his tracks as Phil did the same, turning his body a bit to face each other, ‘’There is no need to apologize for pushing me. I understand why you did it and after how Bryan treated you I know that the least you wanted was someone hovering over you.’’

‘’Okay but… but please, I wanna thank you properly…’’ Phil suddenly said, really wanting to make something for Dan after how he had helped him.

‘’Hey, Phil, it’s okay, really, there is no need to thank me,’’ Dan offered him a smile, a beautiful smile if Phil said so.

‘’Dan please, let me take you out for coffee or something, of course only if you want to, I don’t wanna overstep,’’ Phil said nervously, playing with his sweater paws again, a reddish tone tinting his cheeks.

‘’Okay, only with a condition,’’ Dan said, a warm smile never leaving his face.

‘’Huh? Yeah, sure, whatever?’’ Phil questioned curiously, not really knowing what to expect from Dan.

‘’It’s a date,’’ Dan said suddenly, still smiling before realizing that maybe it was a pretty forward request after what had happened to Phil a few days before, ‘’Only if you want to of course, you can always say no, I mean, I would like it if it was a date but I don’t know if you would be comfortab…’’

‘’Dan,’’ Phil cut him off, a happy look on his face, letting Dan know that what he was asking was okay, ‘’I would love to go on a date with you. Are you free today? What about we meet at Petit Latte at 5pm?’’

Dan eagerly nodded, ‘’Sure. Today. Petit Latte at 5pm.’’

Phil chuckled a bit at Dan’s excited expression when suddenly he left an alarm coming from his watch, meaning it was time for class to start, ‘’I should probably go to class now… See you later then?’’

‘’See you later.’’ Dan repeated, his smile getting bigger and letting Phil see a dimple taht hadn’t been there before.

Deciding that the dimple was too cute to let it disappear early, Phil leaned in and pecked it, instantly feeling the warmth that was beginning to spread around Dan’s face.

‘’Don’t be late,’’ he whispered, smiling and waving back at Dan as he made his way back to the campus.

‘Petit Latte at 5pm. Don’t you dare to forget it, brain.’

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[wtf-taeyong]

Can you do a drabble to the prompt: "this is the last time" with either kang daniel from wanna one or jimin from BTS? Thanks so much! I love love love your blog 💖

“I swear to God, Daniel,” you muttered, angrily wiping your face to rid the tears that had already fallen. It proved to be a useless action; more replaced them before you had even moved your hand away from your face. “I’m so sick of us arguing over the little things.”

He sighed, his grip on the steering wheel relaxing slightly. Blood rushed back into his fingers, turning them their normal flesh colour, and he flexed them slightly.

“Me, too. This is the last time, baby, I promise.” He released the steering wheel with one hand, eyes still focused on the road in front of him, to take a hand that was laying on your lap into his and squeezing it tightly.

Normally, you’d tell him to have two hands on the wheel at all times, but the silent apology and physical reassurance was something you craved too much to push away. So, you interlaced your fingers with his and kissed the back of his hand, bringing a cheesy grin to his face.

“Agh, you’re so cute,” he commented, turning to see your reaction to his words quickly, not being disappointed by the angry scowl and reddening cheeks. “It makes me wonder why we argue at all, ever.” “We’re both too stubborn and think we’re right about things all the time.”“Oh, yeah. That.”

You laughed at his crestfallen expression and his features brightened up at the sound of your laughter. 

“I love you, baby.” He said, turning to smile at you properly as the traffic on the motorway slowed right down to a slow crawl. “I love you, too. Even if I don’t show it most of the time.”“Eh,” he shrugged, cocking his head to one side. “If you told me you loved me every few minutes it would lose it’s meaning. At least I know you’re being entirely sincere when you say it to me.”

You sighed heavily, kissing his hand again, and turning to stare out the window at the unchanging sights. “Best boyfriend ever.” you muttered, making him chuckle. “You know it,” he said cheekily. “Anyway, let’s stop at the next service station, I really have to pee. You can fill the tank up, too. Please.” “Sure thing, I want a drink anyway.”“Ah, no, you’ll want to pull over to another service station in less than twenty minutes to pee.” he whined, and you scoffed.“Oh, I’m so sorry for my natural bodily functions. Maybe I’ll just die of dehydration just so you don’t have to pull over and let your girlfriend use the damn bathroom.”

There was a pause, and then he burst out laughing.“Best girlfriend ever.”“You know it.”

-

“Hey, what do you want to drink?” you asked, gathering your handbag before you got out the car to pump it full of petrol.

Daniel and you had just made the long four hour trip from Seoul to visit your parents in Busan. Initially, you were going to get the train to shave at least an hour or so off your journey time, but Daniel had seemed to excited at the idea of a road trip (despite you telling him a road trip usually lasted longer than several hours; he didn’t want to listen to you) and you couldn’t bare to break his heart. You were near Seoul now, somewhere near Yongin. The journey had been exhausting for the both of you and tempers were wearing thin, but you were content. 

“Just a water, please.” He stretched as soon as he got out of the car, yawning long and hard. “I’ll drive the rest of the way, babe. Have a nap or something.” “Sure thing.” 

He disappeared shortly, heading towards the building, and you swiftly filled the petrol tank up and followed after him, grabbing two bottles of water and going up to the counter to pay for everything.

You headed back out, leaning against the side of the car and opening a bottle of water to sip. Screwing the lid back on, you let your head loll backwards to stare at the clouds floating by miles above you.

That was a mistake.

You weren’t looking, so you couldn’t see the car coming towards the petrol pumps way too quickly. The driver, obviously stricken with panic, swerved away to avoid hitting the pumps but instead found their target to be you, leaning against Daniel’s car.

There was a screech of tyres against the ground, the smell of burning rubber, and several shouts before the smashing sound of metal meeting metal and crunching. Glass shattered and rained down around your crumpled body, nicking and slicing your skin as you yelled out in agony. Your lower body was completely crushed between Daniel’s and the other drivers car and all you could do was desperately scrabble at the bonnet of the other vehicle as if that was going to help.

There were shouts from all around you as people ran to help, to push and pull the car away from you to free you. Some people were jabbering quickly into their phones with the emergency services and some even had the audacity to take their phones out to film the incident.

All through this, you tried to wiggle your legs. At least your toes. You could feel nothing, and the panic was rising up within you. The urge to puke was becoming overwhelming and you just wanted Daniel to run to your aid.

Thankfully, it took only a few more moments of furious struggle before a familiar and panicked shout echoed from the distance and your face was encased in a warmth that was so intrinsically Daniel that even more tears were rushing down your face. 

“Baby? Baby, oh my God, are you okay? Are you seriously hurt? Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened?”“This car came towards her way too fast, sir,” a witness spoke up, noticing that you were too hysterical to answer him properly. “There was no way she could have gotten out of the way fast enough.”

With Daniel added to the struggle, the team that was trying to get the car away could finally push it far away enough for Daniel to carefully pick you up and take you out from between the two cars.

Laying you down gently and using his hand to support your head, he began the barrage of questions.

“How do you feel? Do you feel lightheaded? There isn’t much blood and not too many injuries, they’re mostly superficial. Are you in a lot of pain? Did someone call an ambulance? I can’t believe this happened the moment I turned my back. I’m never leaving you alone again. What if you were killed? What if it was more serious? I don’t know what I would have done. Is the other person crazy?”“Daniel?”“Yeah? What is it, baby?”“I can’t feel my legs.��� You were crying in earnest now, tears streaming down your face and breathing in oxygen in gentle hiccups.“Oh, God, baby… Please, no…”

[carpophobiakid]

Life of The Party

@alltimefanfiction contest entry, check out their page! Summary; Jack meets a girl who won’t tell him her name. Her legacy follows All Time Low throughout their career. 

Jack remembers meeting her vividly. Alex was throwing his first house party, seeing as his parents had finally gone away for the weekend. They were buzzing. 

August 28th 2008 - 7pm

Armed with bags of the cheapest lager Jack could find, he kicked open Alex’s front door with a converse clad foot. “Aleeee-“ His call was cut short by the sight of three girls dancing passionately in their underwear in front of the television. The lagers slipped from his arms and rolled across the floor at their feet. They all laughed loudly, feminine cheeks lighting up in pink blushes as Jack stared, his mouth hung open in shock. Lisa chucked both girls a blanket from the back of the sofa to cover up with and ran off upstairs, “Alex is up here!”. “Send his dumb ass down here.” Jack shouted back, his voice breaking to his utter embarrassment. Averting his eyes, he dropped to the floor to collect up the alcohol. The girl with the long dark hair and a full fringe wrapped a pink dressing gown round her waist and rushed to help him, goose pimples collecting on the bare skin of her arms as she piled the icy cans against her chest. Her carefree smile shocked him for a moment and Jack found himself looking at her for a moment too long. To this day, he is sure she was just pretending not to notice. “Stella Artois.” She smirked as she put them back in the carrier bag, “My favourite.”. Jack grinned at her, “If I’m honest, it’s just the cheapest I could find. I’m Jack, nice to meet you.”. She jumped to her feet, her brown eyes sparkling, “You can call me Stella. I’m gonna go find Lisa, see you in a bit.”. Then she was gone, pulling her blonde haired friend after her. Jack planted himself firmly on the cream carpet and sighed heavily, finding himself a little breathless. Alex came into the lounge, dressed in a loose button up shirt and tight jeans. “You alright buddy?” He muttered, reaching out his hand to help his friend to his feet. Jack ran a heavy hand through the blonde streak in his hair and nodded, “Yeah, who are Lisa’s friends?”. “Oh, just Kayleigh and her mate, I don’t know her name.”. “Right.”. Heaving, he grabbed his best friend’s hand and pulled himself up. “Stella.”.

10.45pm It was reaching eleven pm and Zack and Rian were clapping either side of Jack as he chugged yet another Stella Artois. Laughing, he crushed the empty can in his fist and threw it to his feet. “My turn!” a voice sang, causing all three boys to look round. “Christ.” Rian breathed at the sight of her, collecting himself as Jack dug him sharply in the ribs. The mystery girl was stood before them in a black slim fit dress, fishnets and velvet heels. She could have been a piece of art in any of their eyes, but especially Jack’s. (And boy, did he wanna pin her against the wall like the art she was.) “Stella!” he cheered casually, chucking her a lager. She caught it in one hand and snickered devilishly, “Ahhh, so that’s what I have you calling me, I forgot.”. Making sure all three of them were watching, she opened her lips seductively and cracked open the drink. Within a minute her dark lipstick was smudged down her chin and she was throwing the can at Jack, a triumphant look on her face as they all gawped. “Easy.”. Zack nearly fainted at the sight of her bending down in front of the lanky guitarist and picking up his crushed can. Gently, she pulled his hand towards hers and placed the trash in his hand, “Alex is a nice guy, don’t go making a mess of his house.”. “I’m over here more than I’m at my own house.” Jack hissed, a smile on his face, “Now, don’t go throwing up that alcohol on my best friend’s carpet Sweetheart.”. Rian and Zack chuckled. “I could outdrink you any day you skinny fuck!” Stella gasped, pushing his shoulder jokingly. Jack lit up in amusement, “Oh, you’re on.”. 2am “See, I want to move out of the city so I can see the stars properly.” Stella, as Jack had decided he would probably have to call her till at least the next morning, explained with a drunken slur, “Light pollution ruins the view.”. They were laid out on the damp grass while the wild party continued indoors, staring up at the sky. To his absolute horror, Jack had lost the drinking contest and they had come outdoors so he wouldn’t puke on any of Alex’s parent’s stuff. After he’d thrown up into the bin twice, she’d pulled him down onto the ground and tried her best to point out the constellations among the cloudy night sky. It was not their lucky night. “I’m a writer.” She murmured, “Because I could never be an astrologer. You’d get bored if you looked at the stars every day, and I don’t want them to stop being beautiful, yanno?”. Jack nodded, “Definitely. But, I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of playing music.”. He turned to look at her and suddenly she was kissing him. With the stars as their only witnesses, they kissed. His apprehension fell away and he wrapped an arm lazily around her neck, pulling them closer to each other. She tasted like Stella Artois. 11am Jack woke up in the bath tub with a loud groan. His t-shirt was missing and he was sticky with alcohol and god knows what else. He stood up very slowly, his head pounding and vision blurring as he realised his whereabouts. As he got to his feet, a scrap of paper fell into the bath tub. With a groan, he read it to himself through squinting eyes. Jack, You’d get bored if you looked at the stars every day. Perhaps you’d get bored of me too. Become the star you’re dreaming of being, I’ll be watching out for you. Sorry, I had to leave. Stella xxx

 Alex leaned round the door, looking worse for wear in his torn dress shirt and boxer shorts. “She left this morning.” He spoke knowingly, “Lisa said she didn’t want you to know her name. Weird shit, huh?”. Jack forced a smile, his heart aching, “Yeah, weird shit.”. July 7th 2009 – All Time Low released ‘Nothing Personal’. The song Stella was a hit. Alex told everyone it was written about partying. Jack loved playing that song live. Zack and Rian don’t know why to this day.

Feels like I'm falling in love When I'm falling to the bathroom floor I remember how you tasted I've had you so many times, let’s face it, Feels like I'm falling in love alone Stella, would you take me home?

 Summer 2014 – There was a girl who looked like her in fishnets and velvet heels at a club. Of course, she wasn’t nearly as pretty and couldn’t drink nearly as much. Jack slept with her and left early the next morning, leaving a handwritten note on the bedside table as an apology. In a few months’ time, Don’t You Go was added to the Future Hearts track list. Jack hated playing that song live. Zack and Rian don’t know why to this day.

20th March 2015 – One Night in London with All Time Low. SSE Wembley Arena. 11.45pm The boys rocked the show, of course. Alex and Rian invited a load of people to the afterparty, including a few stragglers who stayed behind after the show. Alex was pretty sure he recognised one of the girls. She stuttered and blurted that she was a writer and he might have read one of her books. Alex, considering himself a writer of sorts, be it song writing, invited her along with excitement. She was beaming. 12.30am Jack bought fishbowl cocktails, lining them up down the kitchen of the tour bus and challenging people to a drinking contest. Wiping his hair from his face, Alex stepped up alongside Zack. A daring voice spoke up from among a small group of people at the back of the bus, “I’ll do it.”. A girl walked confidently down the length of the bus and leaned against the counter next to Lisa. Jack turned to look at her and his face fell in shock. Her once dark hair was bright pink and pulled up in a messy bun and she was dressed in comfy mom jeans and a printed tee-shirt, but he’d recognise those bright eyes anywhere. Jack grinned. “What should I call you this time, Stella?” He asked as he pointed her over to a fishbowl of colourful cocktail. She shrugged nonchalantly, “The Life of the Party.”. Rian counted down from three and they started drinking. Within minutes, Alex had slipped and poured the entirety of the bowl’s content down his front, disqualifying him immediately. Bursting into laughter at Alex’s futile attempt, Jack choked and sprayed cocktail all over Zack and soon they turned to just chucking it over each other instead of finishing. Zack was about to tip the rest of his bowl over Jack’s head when she called out “Finished!”. All three boys glared enviously at her empty bowl as Rian announced ‘Life of the Party’ as the winner. She lived up to her nicknames, every time. Jack’s heart swelled as she smiled over at him.

2am “What are you doing in London of all places?” he asked, “Light pollution must be terrible.”. “I’m a writer Jack.” She whispered dreamily, “I’m here for inspiration only. And anyway, I told you I’d watch out for you didn’t I?”. She stood up from the ground in front of the tour bus and pointed at the sky, “Look, tonight’s our lucky night. There’s Ursa Major.”. “Beautiful.” He murmured, standing next to her and staring at the group of bright stars. “Boring.” She corrected him, “Just same old Ursa Major.”. He shook his head at her and leaned down. With the constellations looking down on them, he kissed her goodbye. “I’ll see you again.” He promised, “Stella, my life of the party.”. She tasted like a mixture of alcohol, it made him feel alive. February 13th 2016 – Jack dyed his hair red. “Blonde was getting boring” he said, “Same old Jack.”. That night Alex and Jack stayed up all night writing a song. Alex knew they’d finally got it right when Jack cried singing it.  

2nd June 2017 – Last Young Renegade was released by All Time Low. Life of the Party was a hit. Alex told everyone it was written about partying. Jack loves playing that song live. Zack and Rian are pretty damn sure they know why.