Parties in Woodsboro were a common occurrence, if you knew the right people and just how to enjoy yourself, good parties were hosted every so often, although that really fell down to the company, the music and just how many people occupied the building at once.

And how high you probably were.

Tonight, one of the bigger parties were being held at Amber's parents house, a massive place that had no trouble accommodating for the throngs of people that had started to arrive in the last hour. The floor was littered with red solo cups and beer cans, music was thumping in the background and people were either making out, dancing, singing, getting shit faced, chatting or - well, usual party things.

You weren't having such a good time.

Chad and Liv were taking full advantage of the whole 'making out like no one's about even though you're pretty much surrounded by random people' trope, Tara and Amber were probably off having girly talks and Mindy was currently chatting up some girl in the year below on the couch across the room.

Leaving you watching the throngs of people move about the house with an less than enthusiastic expression, nursing the same drink you'd picked up half an hour ago, bored out of your mind. That was until a pair of familiar, strong, warm arms wound around your waist and a familiar chest pressed up against your back, chin hooking over your shoulder. "You look bored, and you should probably get a new drink."

Ah, typical Wes. Your boyfriend had bought you pepper spray for your last birthday, he walked you home even when it wasn't dark, checked in whenever you were out without him past a certain time, kept you close to him at every possible moment, especially around strangers. Clingy? Yes. Slightly overprotective? Definitely. But an utter gentleman? Absolutely. Girlfriend repellent, Chad had always said, but here you were.