A week had passed, and Chun-Yan was finally allowed to go home again, even if she didn't want to. She hadn't wanted to leave Ivan's house, the only place where she felt that her existence was welcome. Even in her own home, she felt as if she needed to apologize to her father for being alive. It hurt to be with her family.

Feeling as if she were suffocating in her own house, she decided to go out for a walk. Her feet carried her to the neighborhood park where she saw none other than Alfred Jones out on a jog. She flagged him down, smiling widely.

"Oh hey, Chun!" he greeted, jogging in place beside her. "How's it going? I didn't know you lived in this neighborhood! Small world, huh?"

"You can say that again," she agreed. Running into Alfred in the neighborhood park filled her with a mix of relief and joy. At least she wasn't all alone. And of all people, it just happened to be her fake boyfriend. "Then again, if people from school see us here, they'll think we're just on a date or something."

Alfred nearly tripped over himself, bringing his jogging to a stop. "Y-Yeah, a date. Right." His cheeks burned with embarrassment. "I keep forgetting that you're my fake girlfriend. It's honestly my bad, though."

Chun-Yan giggled. "Don't worry about it, Al. It's fine."

"How are things with Ivan going anyway?" he asked.

"About as good as things between you and Kirkland."

"Ouch," he replied, laughing. "I deserved that. Anyway, there's a huge party tonight at Gilbert's place. Wanna go? Ivan can come too."

She thought about it for a moment. "That honestly doesn't sound too bad. And as long as I stick by his side, I'm sure Ivan would even go for it. It's been awhile since he's let loose and relaxed. Yeah, I think we'll come." Chun-Yan smiled brightly at Alfred. "Thanks for the invite! I should probably head to Ivan's now to convince and invite him! See you there!" With a light wave, she ran off back toward her house to get her car.

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"Why?" Ivan asked as Chun-Yan bowed on the floor in front of him. "You know parties aren't really my thing. Why do we need to go to one? Especially if it's being thrown by someone like Gilbert Beilschmidt? His dad's the chief of police. Mr. Beilschmidt and I aren't exactly on the best of terms."

"His parents are out of town for the weekend and Monica doesn't give a shit what he does," she begged. "Please, Ivey! I don't want to go alone!"

"You method of begging is pretty unfair, you know," he groaned. "Fine. But if I don't like it, do I have to stay?"

"Of course not! In fact, I only wanted to go for a little bit! Besides, your mom works the overnight shift tonight, so we can come back and sleep and she'd have no idea in the morning."

Ivan considered his best friend's logic. "I suppose you're right. But if you're going to drink at the party, at least let me drive home." He sighed, knowing he couldn't ever actually tell her no when it came to things like this. "I'll make sure not to drink too much."

"How about we just get a taxi or something?" she suggested with an innocent shrug. "That way we can be out as long as we want and can each drink as much as we want. Don't you think it would be a waste to limit yourself at a party? I'll even pay for it!"

"Yeah, that sounds good. God knows I'll need some alcoholic confidence to even last five minutes at that party…"

"I promise I won't leave your side, Ivan. Thanks for doing this with me!"

When she smiled at him like this, there was no way Ivan could even think of denying her anything she asked of him. Granted, she never asked for much, but when she smiled like that, it always felt to Ivan as if he had made the right choice in doing so.

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Chun-Yan led Ivan into Gilbert's house, smiling and waving at Monica Beilschmidt on her way in. "That's Gilbert's sister," she explained, pulling him by the arm. "Don't worry, she's not gonna rat any of us out. My guess is that she's here to keep Gil out of know how he can be."

"Y-Yeah, sure," he replied, not even bothering to mention to her that he had no idea how Gilbert 'can be'. He might as well go with it, even if he suddenly felt as out of place as a fish on land. His heart pounded when he noticed people looking their way. Though he knew they were only looking at Chun-Yan, it felt as if their stares were piercing into him from all directions. 'Please don't leave me all alone tonight,' he thought to himself.

"Al!" she called out to her "boyfriend". "I told you I'd be here! And look, I even got Ivan to come!"

Alfred Jones approached them, a tipsy grin on his face. He held a half-empty can of beer in one hand as he side-hugged Chun-Yan with his free arm, placing an affectionate kiss on her cheek. "Now that you're here, the party can truly begin!"

"Well fuck, I've been here this whole time," Gilbert Beilschmidt squawked from behind him, folding his arms across his chest in a pout. "Guess I'll never be as good as a cute Asian girl, will I?"

"Never in your life, Gil," Alfred laughed, snuggling Chun-Yan closer.

Ivan had to bite his tongue, lest he fight Alfred for putting his filthy hands on his best friend. Boyfriend of Chun-Yan or not, he needed to respect that beautiful woman. He clenched his hand into a fist before stomping off to find something to drink that would calm his nerves.

After a few minutes of acquainting herself with her surroundings, Chun-Yan suddenly noticed Ivan's absence. "Hey, do any of you know where Ivan went?" she asked the people around her. "I promised that I wouldn't leave his side. He's gonna kill me!" Without waiting for a reply, she bolted into the crowd, searching for her best friend.

Not having any luck, she went to get some alcohol to calm her down. She drank through a couple beers as if they were water and started once again on her search for Ivan. Chun-Yan didn't know what she was going to do if she couldn't find him. She felt like such a horrible friend. Why hadn't she noticed that he went off on his own?

The only real problem was how much of a lightweight Chun-Yan really was. It hadn't even been ten minutes and she was stumbling around and looking for Ivan. He was all she wanted in that moment. And once she found him, there was no telling what she would do. She'd latch herself onto him and not let go for the rest of the night.

It wasn't long before Ivan found her, a bit tipsy himself, but nowhere near as wasted. He approached her and put an arm around her waist to support her as he led her toward the door. "Come on, Chun. We're getting you home."

Chun-Yan looked up at him, eyes overflowing with love. "Ivan, I found you!" She hugged him, latching herself onto him.

He simply sighed and picked her up, holding her legs to support her. "Yeah, we need to get you home. I've already called a cab for us. It should be her." With one last glance back into the party, Ivan carried her out.

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By the time they entered Ivan's room, it was the middle of the night. Both teenagers seemed to have their minds numbed by alcohol. Chun-Yan was complaining about the heat while stripping off her clothes while Ivan tried to hide his erection from her actions. The two locked eyes and began to move toward each other.

It was Chun-Yan who made the first move, clad only in her panties. She took a leap toward Ivan, who caught her, and hungrily kissed his lips. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute as he held her just as he had on the way to the taxi. She began to breathe in heavy pants as he kissed down her neck and to her collarbone, arching her back with pleasure.

Ivan laid her down on his bed and took his shirt off, climbing over her. His toned muscles flexed as she began to run her fingers over them. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan as her hands traveled lower and lower. His breath hitched as she cupped his manhood in her hand and gently applied pressure.

He quickly removed her panties and threw her legs over his shoulders, burying his face between her thighs, his tongue lapping and exploring the unknown territory. Ivan made sure to listen for the sounds she made, following the ones that sounded the most pleasured. His erection grew hard and longer as he continued licking and suckling.

Chun-Yan felt as if she were being driven crazy, her fingers entwined in his hair as he ate her out. She moaned and squirmed, causing him to grab her by the hips and hold her in place. Her hips bucked up as her moans because louder and more pleasured. The knot the formed in her stomach finally became a white-hot release that had her seeing stars as she screamed and orgasmed.

After she recovered, it was her turn to knock down Ivan, unbuttoning his pants and pulling both them and his boxers off. She admired his length for a moment before licking it from base to tip, locking eyes with him to watch him react. Her mouth curled into a smile as she heard him moan and nearly melt at her touch. Chun-Yan wanted to make him feel as amazing as he'd made her feel, taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could, her hand covering the rest. She began to bob her head up and down while stroking what was left with her hand.

Ivan threw his head back as he moaned and held his breath. He had never known a euphoria quite like what he was experiencing. His heart pounded as he looked down at Chun-Yan in a lustful haze. The pleasure became so intense that he had to squeeze his eyes shut, orgasming as he called out her name.

It felt as if every single brain cell had been pleasured out of them as they laid down beside each other and made out for nearly an hour before getting dressed into pajamas and calling it a night. Together, they snuggled up to each other and held hands as they fell into a deep, blissful slumber.

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Ivan woke up the next morning with a headache. How could he have been so stupid as to not drink a ton of water before bed? What had he been doing that made him forget? The importance of hydration when drinking had always remained with him, even when intoxicated. He rolled over and saw Chun-Yan, struggling to blink her eyes open.

"You've got a hangover too?" he asked her. He smiled when she simply squeezed her eyes shut and nodded to him. "Let me go and get the curtain." Ivan got out of bed and walked over to his window, squinting at the sunlight coming through it. With a smooth gesture, he flipped off the sun and pulled his blackout curtain shut.

"Thanks, Ivey," Chun-Yan miserably called from her spot in his bed. She sighed. "I feel like a fucking raisin, but I can't get up. Could you get me a glass of water?"

"Sure thing," he replied and went out to the kitchen to grab one.

Luckily, his mother seemed to have already gone to bed. For that, he was thankful. He went to the cupboard and opened it, revealing no glasses but a small flower vase in the back. Ivan decided that it would have to do and filled it with water before returning to his bedroom, taking a couple sips on the way.

Chun-Yan giggled as he handed the vase over to her. "What the hell is this?" she laughed. Her lips curled over the edge of one side as she desperately drank the water inside. "Is this a vase, Ivan?"

He smiled. "Of course it is. I brought it because you are a delicate flower."

She burst into laughter, setting the vase down on his nightstand. "'Delicate flower', my ass!" Her sides soon hurt from laughing so hard. "But seriously, why did you bring me a vase?"

Ivan blushed. "I couldn't find any clean cups, okay?"

That only made her laugh harder. Once she had finally calmed down, she wiped a tear from her eye. "Thank you for the vase of water," she giggled. "It's the thought that counts and I really do appreciate it."

"Yeah, after you made fun of me," he huffed.

"I'm sorry, Ivey," she laughed. Chun-Yan moved her hand to her head, feeling as if the pulsating feeling inside would crack her skull open. "I can't believe I got so wasted last night. Like, damn. I don't even remember what happened or how we even got home from that party."

"Me neither," he replied, trying to think back on his foggy memories. "I'm sure we were safe, though. The last thing I remember is carrying you to the taxi."

"I was really that drunk, Ivan?"

"Girl, that's a bold understatement."