"𝙄'𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙

𝙎𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚?

𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢"

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"What do I even wear to a party?" I mumbled under my breath, glancing through my closet with a frown. It wasn't like I had that many clothes to begin with, anyway. I had maybe 10 outfits that I rotated through, occasionally putting on a jacket or hoodie to spice it up a bit.

"Well, it's just a movie night, isn't it?" Jessica grumbled from her bed. She was struggling with the disappointment of not being invited to this movie night herself, mixed with the excitement of knowing that Mickey was the one that invited me to it in the first place. I didn't mean to tell her that he asked me to come...but I also did mean to.

Because when I come back to our room and tell her "Guess what? Nothing happened between me and Mickey", the I-told-you-so will feel SO good. She had made several comments already about how "stuff" happens at parties involving alcohol and college students, muttering other stuff about "friends" under her breath. Without specifying what exactly she meant by all of that.

"Yeah, but...I dunno, it's-" I sighed. I shouldn't even feel the need to dress up, right? My old little community college hadn't had dorm rooms, and the students weren't as hyped up as regular college kids. So parties weren't too big a thing. I had never really been to any sort of party before, even though this was only a casual movie night thing, so I had no clue what the dress code was. Slutty, maybe? Maybe a more professional look...nah, it was only drunk guys there, they wouldn't mind.

"It feels weird. I've never been invited to a party before," I admitted.

Jessica sat up with a dramatic gasp "WHAT."

"What?" I asked, turning away from my closet to look at her with a sheepish look.

"You..haven't been invited to a party before?" A small smirk grew on her face "(Y/N), I'm 18 and I've been to at least five parties, just in high school. You're, what, 23, and you've never been to any sort of party?"

"21," I corrected "And if you say party again, I will vomit. Also, no. I actually was too focused on school to go out to parties in high school- plus, my old college didn't exactly have a bustling student body full of social butterflies."

"Oh, geez- you're going to need my help if you want to survive the night!" She laughed, getting off of her bed with a jump and putting her hands on her hips.

"What happened to you being depressed and saying this was only 'a movie night'?"

"I changed my mind once I realized what a loser you are!" She knelt down on the floor, feeling under her bed until she brought out a small metal case "I'm going to do your makeup! And get you dressed!"

"What's wrong with the way I do my makeup?" I didn't put on makeup ALL the time, but if I were ever feeling particularly ugly or had a pimple on my face, I wasn't opposed to using some foundation to cover it up. Was I the best at makeup? No. But was I decent enough to look presentable with it? Heck yes.

"It's totally lame. You need to make a statement with your makeup- bold colors, show your personality!" She chirped, opening the case to reveal beauty tools I couldn't even begin to guess the name of.

I shook my head "Yeahhhhhh, hard pass. I'm just going to put on some leggings and a t-shirt and call it a day. No makeup, thank you. I'd rather NOT be dressed up at a stupid movie night. I'd rather be comfortable."

Jessica growled, balling her hands up into a fist and seeming to struggle with some inner demons for a minute "mmmm- UGH, FINE! At least let me do your hair? Please??"

I thought about it. What's the worst that could happen? "Fine, just my hair, okay?"

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(PoV change: 3rd person)

After getting mercilessly teased by Randy, Mickey stormed off to go back to his dorm room, working on a small written assignment for one of his classes before grabbing a towel and some toiletries and heading to the shower rooms.

He moved by all of the other boys in the hallway relatively easy, most preoccupied with debating over what sort of snacks to bring and what beers would be best to buy. Which alcohols did girls like, which ones got you drunk faster for cheaper? Those sort of dumb things.

He walked into the bathrooms, pushing the door open with his hip and winced at the steam that was already filling up the room, causing the hard tiles lining the walls to drip with condensation. Apparently, he wasn't the only one with the bright idea of taking a shower before the ordeal. There were even bits of hair on the floor and in the sinks- most likely from guys shaving their face to look more presentable. Or...other parts of them.

Suppressing a gag- seriously, Mickey wasn't that picky of a guy, but it was decent courtesy to clean up your hair after shaving!!- he found an empty shower, sliding the curtain back and stepping in before stepping out of his clothes and hanging them on a small rack.

Now, the way the showers were built in the men's dorm at Windsor was pretty outdated, but the school board never got around to renovating it. There were seven showers total, all lines up against the wall. For some privacy, there were 4 foot high walls in between each shower, so that the people showering were able to see the chest up of their neighbors.

It was because of this that Mickey was able to make out the face of his shower neighbor, barely visible through the steam and fog.

It was Derek Feldman- Sidney Prescott's boyfriend. Mickey liked the guy. Well, he didn't have much of a choice. Ever since the two were assigned as roommates, they were pretty much best friends. Bros, even.

"Hey, man!" Mickey said over the sound of the other bathers, turning on the overhead shower-head and waiting for it to get a bit warm before stepping into it "What are you doing here?"

Derek flashed a grin at Mickey, squinting his eye as he splashed some water on his face and started scrubbing some soap over his cheeks "Hey, Mick- I'm getting ready for tonight. Sidney said she'd come, so I figured I should be...you know, clean!"

"Oh-ho, should I stay out of the room tonight?" Mickey asked in a teasing voice, rubbing some shampoo into his hair and scrubbing it vigorously. All jokes, of course. He had heard from Derek that he and Sidney agreed not to sleep together, not after...eh, her old boyfriend. The one that tried to kill her.

"Maybe." Derek laughed, joining in on the joke "How come you're getting all clean? Hoping to snag a date? Or just don't want to reek? If you just don't want to smell, I suggest washing your clothes every once in a while- that would help!"

Mickey shook his head with a sneer "Ha-ha, very funny."

"Or maybe-" Derek put his hands on the divider separating him and Mickey, leaning into his shower

"He-ey!" Mickey yelled defensively, shoving Derek back a little "Respect my privacy, man! I know you're jealous of how smoking hot I am, but seriously, cool it!"

"Okay, okay. I was just gonna say-" Derek paused for a minute, hissing when a clump of soap bubbles started falling into his eye. After wiping the soap out of his eye, he cleared his throat "I was gonna say that maybe a certain...someone....is coming?"

Mickey froze. That sneaky look in Derek's eye told him that he wasn't guessing...he knew.

"Who told you?" Mickey asked in a stern voice, rinsing out his hair.

"That'd be me!" A voice chirped from the other side of Mickey. Randy stepped in to the shower cell next to Mickey's, grinning like the idiot he was as he turned on the water.

"Randy, you fucking virgin, get out of here." Mickey frowned "I ought to snatch that stupid goatee off and shove it down your throat."

"Ooh, 'shove it down your throat'..." Randy hummed, leaning forward to give Derek a look.

"Now, where have we heard that before...?" Derek chimed in.

"Maybe...hm.." Randy pretended to give it some thought. Mickey banged his head into the tiled wall with a groan "Maybe (Y/N)?"

"Okay, HOW OFTEN DO YOU GUYS GOSSIP ABOUT ME?!" Mickey yelled, making the other people in the showers freeze and look at him, before slowly going back to their routines. "Okay, if I hear one more word about me and (Y/N)'s relationship hinting at being anything more than simply friends, I will fucking murder both of you, and that is a threat."

Randy whistled casually, bending down to grab a bottle of Head and Shoulders and making a clear act of reading the bottles. Acting completely innocent.

Derek only laughed to himself, giving Mickey a look before turning back to mind his own business, humming a tune under his breath.