Van had only came to this party for you. She doesn't really enjoy parties, but she seems to always be there because you drag her along. Most of the time, she ends up having fun. Though, she'd rather be spending her night hanging out with you one-on-one, she'll take what she can get. As long as you're there. Sure, it's a little pathetic, she can acknowledge that. But god forbid those feelings are returned, it would all be worth it.

You'd ran off again. This happens every time, you manage to disappear into the crowd of drunk teenagers, probably going to become one yourself. It only took about five minutes of looking around before she spotted you. Red solo cup in hand, and that same hair she always loved looking at and braiding. A small smile formed on her face, before she noticed you were speaking to someone. Another girl, more specifically. Normally, she wouldn't be bothered, because you were probably just making friends. But her gaydar began blaring, and she quickly realized that the girl was flirting with you. Van's never been one for jealousy, but whatever pettiness that began to fill her ended up taking over, and she was walking over there before she could stop herself.

"Hey, we should probably get going." She didn't even acknowledge the girl across from you, before she was grabbing you by the arm and leading you out of the house. You were too drunk to notice her tight-lipped smile. "So, uh, who was that you were talking to?"