It’s late at night when you wake up to a loud party next door.

Annoyed, you throw a hoodie on, heading over.

Music shakes the walls, hypnotizing everyone to dance.

Pushing through the crowd, you look for Fernando.

Talking to Fernando would be less frustrating than his brother, Pedri.

Keeping your hood over your head, you walk with your head down.

With a shriek, an arm is wrapped around your waist, tugging you.

Your hood is pushed off your head and you face Pedri.

“I knew it was you.” Pedri smiles, proud of himself.

You glare, annoyed that he was able to tell so easily.

Your back is now pressed to a wall, caged in with his arm.

His other hand sits dangerously low on your waist.

“Did you come to see me? Are you going to kiss me again?”

His hand inches under your hoodie, touching your skin.

Your face flushes remembering the kiss.

“Just keep the music down.” You mumble, pushing him off.