Matthew swayed his body to the beat of the music as he stood lent up against the way of the crowded house.
His crowded house.
Alfred had insisted on having a huge bash to celebrate their 16th birthday.
Matthew had begrudgingly agreed, but if there was one thing Alfred was good at, it was throwing parties.
A slow song started to play through the speaker as he stood to get a beer from the kitchen. He was startled to find his brother pressing a small Asian boy against a wall playing tonsil hockey.
He let out a small "oh" only to find his twin staring back at him with an equally pink face.
Alfred wiped his mouth and stretched
"Hey bro.."
"It's cool man, just keep havin' fun eh?" Matthew turned around and left, blush quickly disappearing as he made his way through the smoky house, completely forgetting his beer on the counter.
He saw Lars and to a hit off of his bong and made his escape before he could grope him.
Matthew made his way into the crowd as one particularly popular song filtered through their large speakers. He found himself in the middle of the crowd dancing to the music and singing along.
Oh, where did the party go?
We're ending it on the phone
I'm not gonna go home alone
Oh, where did the party go?
A slightly denser figure attached itself onto Matthews hips and they began grinding to the beat of the music.
He let his head fall back onto the shoulder of the unknown figure only to find the one and only Gilbert Beilschmidt grinning down at him and his own face turn ruby red as his hands continued to travel up and down the lanky Canadians sides.
Yeah, this definitely worth it.
