You and Jack were laughing so hard, it took both of you a solid minute just to make it up the stairs without tripping. You were clinging to the banister for dear life, one arm around Jack’s neck for balance, giggling uncontrollably while he tried to shush you — badly.

— “Shhh—quiet, someone’s gonna hear us,” he whispered, hiccuping from holding in his own laughter.

You were both flushed, eyes glassy, breath smelling of cheap vodka and cherry Coke. Jack fumbled with the doorknob of Millie’s room, trying to twist it open with one hand while the other stayed securely on your waist.

— “Wait—this her room?” you slurred, blinking at the door.

He shrugged, smirking. “Who cares?”

— “Jack—” a voice came from the hallway behind you.

Both of you froze mid-motion. You turned slowly to find Millie and Ava standing a few steps down on the staircase, arms crossed, mouths agape.

Millie’s face was a mix of disbelief and fury.

— “You’re not seriously about to hook up in my room, are you?”

Ava looked like she was trying not to laugh. “Millie, do you want me to drag them back downstairs or film it for blackmail?”

Jack scratched the back of his neck, stumbling slightly as he tried to look casual with his arm still around you.

“No, we were just—uh—” he began.

“Looking for a charger,” you chimed in, eyes wide, clearly too drunk to sell the lie.

Millie raised a single eyebrow.

— “Right. A charger.”

Jack coughed to cover a laugh, completely busted. You just leaned against him, trying to stop from laughing again.

— “I swear to God, if I walk in and find my sheets messed up—” Millie warned, storming up the rest of the stairs to wedge herself between you and her door.

Jack threw his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. We’ll find another—uh—charger.”

“You two are disgusting,” Ava said, grinning and following Millie.