A/N: Still don't own anything. Not the song or the characters.
Do I see you standing across the crowded room? Like some montage or like someone's fucking dream, and I see you. In her face. In every face. Is that your scheme? I'm watching you. I'm watching me. I'm watching us….
Derek came out of the bathroom, stumbling. He was able to wash most of the spilled drink and make it look less like he peed on himself. He ran into the wall for a moment, sobering him up slightly. Derek could feel eyes on him, and he looks up to see Sebastian's eyes on him, Sebastian is here. He's sure of it. Not just a girl who looks like him, but - no. Sebastian's not there. Of course he's not there. Derek all but threw Sebastian out of his house - Sebastian doesn't live around here, how could he have found him?
I'm so sick of parties. I'm so sick of being drunk. I hold my breath. Lips brush against my ear. But I don't feel them. Or know them. I just know you. And you're not here. And you're not here.
Derek is so tired. He is over being drunk. He is over pretending like Sebastian means nothing to him. And that scares him. The party rages on around him as he stands, feet stuck to the floor as he tries to come to terms with what he is feelings.
Derek misses Sebastian.
He misses the way Sebastian knew what he liked and knew how to read Derek's body. The people and the music swirled together, a mass of bodies writhing together, but nothing Derek wanted to see. No one. Because Sebastian wasn't there.
Yes, it might be the Smirnoff or all the Natty light. Yes it is weak. But there's nothing left to lose. So call me right now and I'll cave. I'll answer you and blame the booze.
Derek felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, pulling him out of his thoughts. He fished it out of his pocket to see a text from Sebastian.
From Seb [2:07am]: Come outside. We need to talk.
To Seb [2:09am]: I love you.
Time is passing but we're still drinking. Life is passing us by, we're drinking last week's alcohol.