a/n: yo, so this is a random update because I haven't had motivation to write & i accidentally deleted the imagine I'm currently working on (😑) so I had to restart all of it. love you all. enjoy :)

side note: you, as well as the characters, will be aged up by about a year or two.

You'd like to think that all of this was some type of dream that was occurring but here you were, dancing in the middle of a bunch of drunk teenagers.

You had a cup in hand, red punch splashing out of it occasionally but you kept on.

Your hair was wet with sweat that also ran down your face, a smile on your cherry covered lips, and eyes closed as the music swayed into you.

"___!"

You took another sip of the drink before heading drunkenly over to the voice that had beckoned for you. A smile blossomed on your lips as soon as you saw who it was.

"Mike! There you are, love!" You exclaimed, eyes slightly crazed while your arms flung around him, bringing him close to you.

"Yeah, here I am. I hope I'm not too late."

You shook your head, smiling at him before giving him a slight kiss on his cheek. "Just in time to dance with me! C'mon!"

Your fingers gripped his wrist as you pulled him back into the center of the room where most of the wasted kids were gathered. You began getting back into the music, pressing yourself against Mike's body.

You felt his hands on your back, slightly pushing you away from him. "What is it?" You asked over the loud music, still dancing slightly as you waited for an answer.

"I-I need some air."

You watched as he left the room, a guy suddenly grabbing your waist and spinning you around to face him.

"Well, hello there."

You cringed. "I have a boyfriend, dick." You said quickly before breaking free of his grasp and running outside to where Mike was walking off.

Your mouth opened to say his name but instead only vile came up, landing near your heels as you came back up and wiped away the vile around your mouth.

Your head was very light, as if you were floating away on a hot air balloon.

At this point, Mike had turned around and gathered the drunken you up in his arms, carrying you off to his car where he set you in the passenger seat.

He got into the car on the driver's side, starting the car and driving off down the road.

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"You know, you didn't have to get wasted for me to come, ___." Mike said, glancing quickly over at you as you laughed when playing with a strand of hair.

"I know, Mike. I didn't get drunk for you. I got drunk for me." You said, giggling softly at the end of it as he got closer to your house.

"Why? Why the hell would you want to get drunk?"

You sighed, a frown painting your lips. "Because I love you, alright? It's so much easier to admit when I'm wasted." You let loose.

The car grew silent with the thickness of the air filling the gap while your eyes shut, sleep overcoming you from the drink and Mike still driving down the road.

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"Shit." You heard a soft mumble say as you opened your eyes to see Mike laying you on your bed, taking your heels off of your feet.

"Mike, I hope I didn't ruin anything?"

He looked over at you. "With saying how you really felt? No, you're right. We need to admit how we feel to each other, darling."

You smiled at the name game he was currently playing with you. Your fingers whined out for him, calling him to you as he silently agreed.

"Just remember that you don't need to get wasted so much next time, ___." Mike whispered in your ear as you grasped onto him tightly.

"Shut up, Wheeler, and just let me hold you."

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I know, pretty shitty probably.

i love you all but I'm sick & I feel like an actual piece of shit so let's hope I can get better!!!

there will be an update, besides this one, whenever I can get one written up. i'm still down about the one being deleted cause it was good, y'all.

love you all

stay strange(r) (things) my friends.

-katherine

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