𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟐 | 𝐍𝐘𝐂

adam’s parents were on a business trip for a week. and unsurprisingly, that meant parties, every day. and while you were the more reserved type, everyone at school had been raving about adam’s parties and how good they were, all week.

so, albeit reluctantly, you bit the bullet, and allowed your friends to drag you along. the modern aesthetic of adam’s home had been transformed — toilet paper hanging off furniture, food dripping from the ceiling, and random items of clothing strewn across the floor.

your friends had abandoned you, running off with some of adam’s mates — unsurprisingly, as a certain adam yauch seemed to be the most sought after guy in the school. you lingered alone in the kitchen, sober, being probably the only person smart enough to avoid the obviously spiked punch. alone, until the host himself bounded up to you, in his usual low waisted jeans and baggy red t-shirt, with a grin like he’d just won the lottery.