I knocked on the door, biting my lip nervously as I smoothed down my dress. I hoped I looked ok, this was the first party I had been to after moving to this school.

The door opened in front of me, a blonde-haired guy on the other side.

"Hey, Ashley!" He exclaimed, moving back to let me in.

"Hey Jack," I smiled back. "Happy birthday! Seventeen huh?"

"Yeah," he replied, leaning a shoulder against the door. "Honestly doesn't feel much different from sixteen." He leaned closer, attempting to give me a serious look. "Except I'm legally allowed to do more stuff of course."

I raised an eyebrow as he grinned at me. "I see." It wasn't hard to tell he had already drunk a bit. "Where's Finn?"

"Oh," he waved his arm in the air. "He'll be around somewhere."

I stepped through the hallway, looking around for any faces I knew. Almost immediately I spotted Lydia, one of my friends from school. She was talking to a guy I didn't recognise.

"Hey," I said, sidling up beside her.

"Hey girl!" She replied. "You look gorgeous, that dress is amazing."

"Thanks," I grinned.

"Yeah, you look beautiful." The boy inputted, his brown eyes traveled up my body to meet mine.

"Thank you," I smiled, impossible to hold back.

A look of surprise crossed her face. "Oh, I almost forgot. Ashley, this is Mitch, Mitch, Ashley." She introduced us, accompanied by over-exaggerated hand gestures. I don't think you two have met before.

"No," I said looking at Mitch. "No we haven't."

He looked back at me, chocolate brown eyes glinting from the flashing lights of the party. "Nice to meet you," he said, revealing perfectly white teeth in a grin.

"You too," I smiled back, wondering if he actually did go to our school and if so, why I had never noticed him before.

"So," Lydia said, pulling me away and back out into the crowd. "There's some other people I want to introduce you too."

I looked back, only half concentrating on her words, to see Mitch looking after us. I gave him a small smile and looked away quickly, feeling a slight blush come to my cheeks.

Lydia introduced me to a ton of people, which most of their names I forgot immediately afterwards. All except Mitch. He stayed firmly planted in my mind, I couldn't get rid of him how hard I tried. Just thinking about him was bringing a smile to my face.

"Hey, you ok?" Lydia looked at me, concern showing on her face. "You look a bit tipsy."

"I haven't had anything to drink," I mumbled back, my focus still on the boy from before. "I'm fine."

"In that case, maybe you should. It might make you more sane." She wrinkled her nose in confusion. "I don't think I've ever said that to anyone before."

I laughed, "I don't think you're ever going to say it again."

"Come on then," she hooked her arm around mine. "The party's only starting."

A few drinks later, my hair had found it's way out of it's plait and I was sitting in a circle on the floor with a whole bunch of people. Apart from Jack and Finn, Lydia and Mitch, I didn't recognise any of them, though I was sure I had been introduced to some of them before. Even the names I did remember were beginning to become hazy in my mind.

"So," Jack began, his trademark mischievous grin on his face. "I'm pretty sure you can all guess what's going down. Bottle anyone?"

Someone tossed an empty bottle into the middle of the circle, which Finn seized immediately.

"If you don't know how to play this, I honestly don't know what's wrong with you," he inputted, slurring some of the words slightly. "Just have fun, however you like to do that. Oh, and please don't lean too hard on the door, just for the rest of our sakes."

Someone snickered at that and Lydia giggled beside me. "So," she piped up, twirling a strand of her red hair between her fingers. "Who's going first?"

Jack and Finn looked at each other, pausing for a moment. 'Me', they said at exactly the same time, earning a few laughs from around the circle.

"Well," Finn said as solemnly as he could," I'll be the responsible older sibling and let Jack take first spin."

Jack scoffed. "Only by two minutes."

"It's still counts. Now just spin the damn bottle."

No one could be bothered, or was even sober enough to write down names and put them in a hat, so we settled for a bottle. Finn leaned into the middle and flicked the bottle, sending it spinning.

It slowed down almost to a stop, looking like it was going to land on me. I watched it intently, letting out a deep breath as it inched a tiny bit closer to Lydia. I wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or not, but she certainly wasn't.

"You ready?" Jack asked, that grin still plastered on his face.

She gave him a flirty smirk. "Of course,"

I swear it had been longer than seven minutes by the time they had returned looking completely normal. If anything had happened, they were hiding it well, though I was almost certain something had because of the way they kept looking at each other. Obviously not as subtle as they thought.

Several more spins passed, and I was beginning to get slightly bored, though it was quite amusing to see the different reactions people had when they came out. Some looked completely bored, others were giggling and half fainting and some were bright red. I looked down at my dress, picking a piece of white fluff of the silky black material.

"Hey Ash, how 'bout you spin next?"

I looked up as my name was mentioned. The bottle had been pushed towards me, and a dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on me. The smooth glass felt cold under my hand as I picked it up. I set it down in the centre and spun it, watching as it went round and round, finally coming to a stop. My eyes followed the direction it pointed, leading my gaze directly into a pair of brown eyes.

I couldn't help a smile spread onto my lips as Mitch came over to pull me up, his hands warm on mine.

I led the way towards the bathroom, biting my lip as I entered. Mitch followed behind me, shutting the door with a soft click. It was just us two alone in the room, and I could already feel my heartbeat rising.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," he said, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Mitch," I said, coming closer to him until I was standing directly in front of him. "I want to," I whispered.

I bit my lip as he studied me for a second, then he leaned down until we were centimetres apart. I could feel his breath on mine, but then he closed the gap and our lips met.

He held the kiss a bit longer, then pulled back, concern in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Was that ok? Do you want to keep going?" He whispered.

"You worry too much. You want to know what I think?" He nodded eagerly. I whispered into his ear, letting my breath fall on it, "It was amazing."

He grinned and leaned down to me once more. I locked my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. I felt his hands wrap around my waist as he guided me backwards, until I was flat against the wall. He kissed me more intensely and I was aware of all the places he was touching me. I kissed back, letting our lips dance together as he leaned against me.

I let my hand trail down his back, making him shiver whenever I touched a sweet spot. I pulled him closer, letting our lips move together, letting our whole bodies press together.

He moved down to my neck, trailing kisses down my jaw. I opened my eyes slightly but they opened completely as I stared into the eyes of someone that wasn't Mitch.

"Uhh, Mitch."

"Hmm, he replied, standing up straight, our arms still wrapped around each other.

"We've got company."

He followed my gaze to the person sitting in the bathtub who looked utterly confused.

"Why am I in a bathtub?" He slurred, eyes starting to droop.

"Jerome!" Mitch exclaimed. "How long have you been in here?"

He just shook his head and fell back down, softly snoring.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking back over at me after rolling his eyes.

"You don't have to apologise,"

"Yes I do. That," he pointed over in the direction of the bathtub, "is my best friend."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Really?"

"Yeah." He screwed up his face as he loosed over to the uncocscious Jerome. "He's a lot better when he's sober, don't worry," he added.

He jumped back as the door was suddenly opened, a wild Finn appearing from the other side. He was obviously very disappointed to not have interrupted us making out, though I was certain I was bright red.

"Times up! Hope you had a good time," he swung open the door completely and walked out. Mitch and I exchanged a glance, both of us grinning madly. He came closer to me again, but he didn't kiss me, I just felt him slip something into my pocket. With one last smile, he walked out, leaving me wondering what that was.

I sat back down in the circle, immediately questioned by Lydia, who seemed more excited about the whole ordeal than I was.

"I can't telleased, earning a light slap. "Ok, fine. Let's just say it went pretty damn good."

"That's more like it," she answered. "Though I want full details later."

"Mmmhmm," I replied, remembering about the thing that was in my pocket. I slipped my hand in, feeling around. At the bottom there was a single object, it felt like a slip of paper. I pulled it up and unfolded it to see what it was. I laughed softly as I saw the number and the question. Call me?

I looked over at Mitch who was already watching me. I nodded, which caused him to break out into a huge grin.

The rest of the rounds took a long time, but I wasn't bored anymore.

Not when I was thinking about Mitch.

A bit of Mashley fluff for number 63, 'Do Not Disturb'.

I saw this theme and knew immediately that I had to do this, so if you like Mashley, you're welcome.

Anyone who gets the reference/s, I love you forever.

Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes as I wrote this whole thing on my iPod. Also, for anyone that doesn't know, I usually write my stories on and upload them from my iPad.

In answer to those requests, they WILL be done. Possibly not for a while though.

So as always, make sure to suggest any characters, pairings or ideas that you want to see make an appearance and I will most likely do them. Have a great day!

~ZZefyre