A few days ago, Colby and Malia had talked about going out to another party, insisting that everyone go.

So now, here you were at eight-‘o-clock at night, driving to yet another house party so that everyone could get blackout, shit-face wasted.

Colby was driving, and Malia was seated in the passenger seat, Colby’s right hand on her thigh, his left on the steering wheel.

Meanwhile, Katelyn and Sam were sitting together in the middle row of seats, Katelyn obnoxiously singing along to the radio, per usual.

And you, as always, were left sitting in the very back, silent the whole ride.

There was a specific song playing on the radio, Katelyn being chaotic and dancing in her seat, singing obnoxiously, grabbing onto Sam’s shoulder as he looks at his phone, most likely tuning her out.

Colby was growing mildly annoyed too, shooting a soft glare at Katelyn from the rear view mirror.

“Could you maybe— chill out for a minute?” He mutters, mildly irritated, but trying to be nice.

“Yeah, you’re being like— really loud,” Malia points out with a sigh, continuing to apply her lipgloss as she looks at the visor’s mirror.