" eh. this place isn't really for me. "

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- mckay x reader
- 1st person
- y/n's pov
- you meet mckay for the first time
- y/s/n - your school's name
- tw: mention of drug and alcohol usage
- continuation of pt 1

i was met with a monotone, more softer voice and a gentle pair of dark eyes. "you doing okay?" the guy asked, looking at me playfully. i slightly shook my head, trying to stop myself from saying anything weird before i spoke. "uh yeah. i'm all good. just a tiny bit tipsy. don't worry about the drink. it's water." i slightly tipped my solo cup towards him. he leant his head down and saw the clear liquid and the view of the white bottom of the cup. he looked back at me and smiled, nodding as he understood the gist.

"well you be careful there.." he stared at my face for a moment, thinking. "you don't go to east highlands right?" i shook my head at his question. "nope. y/s/n." he let out a soft "ohhhh" in realization as he continued to look at me, paying close attention to my features. "yeah i was gonna say.. you don't look too familiar to me." "likewise to you." i exclaimed, taking a sip of my water. he let out a small chuckle. "i'm chris but everyone calls me mckay. what's your name?" "y/n." "nice to meet you." chris stuck out his hand for me to shake, surprising me a little.

we continued to converse and he acted more like a mature gentlemen than any of the boys here. i learned that he was on the football team and i later realized that my friends have briefly mentioned his name a couple of times. it felt like the party going on around us wasn't there anymore as we were leant up against the kitchen island, shoulders merely touching. i was truly talking to someone who's actually listening and being down to earth. you barely find that with the waves of drunk and stoned people at a party but it was definitely something i needed once in a while.

"so how are you and your friends holding up here? i didn't expect this guy's house to be this huge." i asked, taking a sip of my water. he continued to lightly smile at me. "yeah me neither. i guess we're doing alright-" chris' words were interrupted by a drunk jock screaming from the risers. we turned our heads to see the guy jump down and crowd surf, causing the room to be filled with loud cheers, almost comparing to the volume of the music.

we both looked back at each other and lightly chuckled, shaking our heads. "you definitely don't look like much of a party guy yourself." i slightly teased him. "eh. this place isn't really for me." chris looked into my eyes once more while his lips contorted into a wider smile, seemingly having a thought strike him. "wanna get out of here?"

those words easily lifted up my spirits and gave me a literal breath of fresh air. i quickly texted the group chat that i was leaving early with someone before i stepped outside of the house. the whole party was trailing behind me as i shut the front door, the music and feeling of its bass within my ears, the excessive screaming, and the strong smells of sweat and alcohol fading away with the more steps i took to follow behind chris.

chris let me in the passenger seat of his car. with the start of the engine, we were off on a late night journey, letting the street lights illuminate the road. "hey are you feeling hungry at all? i didn't eat yet." with him saying that, i realized that i didn't eat at all. "oh my gosh yeah i didn't eat either." "wanna get some food?" i nodded at him. "you craving anything?" i thought about it for a moment before replying, "ice cream." chris laughed at me but ultimately agreed to go to an ice cream shop.

we continued to talk and joke around while learning more about each other. we kept talking shit about people in our schools, the dramas that went down, and the stupid shit we did when we were kids. our conversation stayed even when we got there and ordered our cups of ice cream. we also decided to head to a park to relax.

we got comfortable on the playground slides, finishing our ice cream and stargazing for a while. i haven't laughed or smiled this much in what felt like ages. all the anxiety and head throbbing annoyance that i felt before went away right when i met him. chris mckay was a break i didn't know i needed and he indeed changed the course of my night.

i had a bubbly feeling that kept rising within me as i talked to him. i don't know exactly what it was but his manners and the way he talked to me caught me slightly off guard in the best way possible. so i decided to shoot my shot a bit.

"can i be honest, chris?" my head laid at the bottom of the slide while my legs were resting at an upper angle, feet facing the top of the yellow slide and arms behind my head.

"yeah, what's up?" i can feel his eyes on me. eager to meet his vision and the depth of his dark eyes, i turn my head away from the stars and to my left, seeing his face staring back at me with that soft smile, making my stomach turn over.

"thank you for getting me out of there. that party was honestly making me feel worse than usual and.. you're a really cool person to hang around." i confessed, trying not to fuck up my word choice or sound too weird.

his smile only widened as he chuckled at me, small dimples showing and my heart racing. "y/n, i know we just met but you're cool too and really pretty. i wanna spend more time with you." i felt my face heat up and my heart gush at his statement, hoping my cheeks weren't flaring into a red hue right in front of him.

i sat up properly, facing him. "i wanna spend more time with you too, chris."

in return, we both chuckled and he stared down at me with those glossy eyes and sweet smile that only ceased to make my heart feel warm.

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