You and parties were a great but bad match. You loved partying- like a whole lot, maybe even too much. But here you are, at another house party. Wearing some rando top and some rando bottoms but, oh well. Being drunk off your ass makes it all worth it.

As you make your way through the crowd, grabbing drinks and snapping pictures. You saw your one and only- Walker Scobell. Huh, didn't know he attended house parties. Seeming his clean record with no absolute controversy. But he's still a teen after all.

Your drunk ass decided to go up to him, asking for a picture. Well that picture turned into 2, then 3, then 5 or 4- you don't remember at this point. All you know is that you're still posing with him. In a bit weird and maybe a little too comfortable way. You're all up on him, but from his looks.. he doesn't seem to mind. He's smug off his ass right now- or that's how he looks...