Preston's POV

Marci was seriously annoying me.

Two hours into the party and I haven't made a single move on Adrien. Why? Because Marci wouldn't leave me the fuck alone. I wasn't trying to sound mean because she's my friend and I respect her, but holy fuck she's getting on my last nerve. She's been clinging onto me like a leech since the party started. Every time I try to leave or go to talk to Adrien, she's pulling me back and starting more conversation.

She told me we wouldn't take long to get food, but now she's dragged me to the living room, where we're talking to a few people of my football friends and seniors from the rugby team.

I was getting impatient. I just wanted to be alone with Adrien so that I could make my move. I couldn't even see where Adrien left because when I looked back to the dining room everyone was gone.

The music was loud. It rung in my ears. The living room was crowded with bodies, drunk teenagers laughing and dancing around like idiots. A group of teens were playing a game of spin the bottle. There was a couple on the couch making out, and I was close to telling them to get a room. I sighed and took a sip of my drink. It was the third one I had tonight and I was starting to feel warmth tingle all the way down to my toes. I was getting tipsy.

"You okay Preston?" I glanced over to Marci. She was looking up at me with a curious gaze, her hand running up along my shoulder. I fought the urge to smack her hand away and sighed.

"Yea, I'm fine. Just thinking," I shrugged. Marci nodded, a smile on her face as she stepped closer. I took a sip of my drink. I blinked as she placed her hand on my chest, biting her lip.

"Hey...so I've been meaning to ask you something since the party started," She started. She wrapped her arms around my neck, catching me off guard. I put my drink down onto the coffee table, moving to take her hands off me.

"Marci—"

"Preston!" I heard someone call my name. I frowned and glanced around before my eyes caught sight of Phoebe.

"Phoebe?" I raised a brow at her. She stopped in front of me, Marci glancing over at her from where she stood beside me, dropping her arms from around my neck. She clearly looked annoyed, but Phoebe didn't care.

"Hey, can you come with me for a second? I need to talk to you," Phoebe said. I raised a brow at her, but before I could say anything, and before Marci could stop us, she was grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the kitchen. Though, I couldn't complain. Getting away from Marci was exactly what I needed at this point.

When we reached the kitchen, Phoebe pushed past a group of drunk teenage girls to get to the buffet table. She grabbed a slice of pizza and took a large bite of it. Then, she was turning her gaze to me. I raised a brow.

"What is it?"

"Adrien's been crying," Phoebe said. Instantly, my worry spiked. He was crying? Did something happen?

"Did something happen to him??" I furrowed my brows at Phoebe, chest pinching at the thought of Adrien upset. Phoebe released a heavy sigh, dropping her pizza down onto a paper towel.

"He's crying because he likes you, Preston," Phoebe explained. I blinked, slightly taken aback, "seeing you with Marci is upsetting him. And you know how Adrien is. He's too nice so he probably would have kept it to himself and let Marci have her chance at you, no matter how much it hurt him. I feel like he only told me because he's partially drunk, but yea."

I frowned, releasing a heavy sigh. I ran my fingers through my hair, "I've been trying to get away from Marci all night, but she's so persistent."

"Okay! Plan," Phoebe grinned. She flicked her hair off her shoulder, placing a hand on her hip, "I will distract her. I'll lead her somewhere else so you can go to Adrien and snatch him up. I'll keep in touch by text. So keep your notifs on."

I nodded my head, slumping my shoulders in relief, "thanks, Phoebe. You're really saving my ass."

"No need to thank me!" Phoebe laughed. She smirked and patted my shoulder, "now, stay here until the close is clear, and then go get your man. Adrien is outside with Joseph at the side of the house."

I nodded my head. Phoebe hurried off, and I stayed put in the kitchen, watching as she walked back over to Marci. I watched as they conversed before they were walking out of the living room heading off who knows where. Once they were out of sight, I took a deep breath and made my way over to Adrien.

I pushed through the crowd of teens and hurried my way outside. The breeze was cool, brushing against my skin. I walked down the porch steps and looked around, making my way to the side of the house. 

It was dark outside minus the porch lights, and I could still hear the music thumping from inside. When I turned the corner, I stopped to see Adrien sitting down on the grass, his police hat sitting on the ground beside him, his back leaning against the wall. Joseph was with him, keeping him company, but when he noticed me around the corner, he stood up.

I nodded my head at him. Joseph smiled, briefly clasping my shoulder as if saying good luck before he walked off. I turned my gaze back to Adrien. He was looking down at the grass, knees pulled to his chest, but as I walked over to him, his gaze lifted to me.

"P-Preston..." Adrien bit his lip. I smiled softly at him, hands shoved in my pockets. I could tell he had been crying — his eyes were a bit pink, and his voice was a bit shaky. I felt guilty knowing that I was part of the reason why he was so upset, but at the same time...knowing that he felt that way because he liked me, was relieving.

"Hey," I replied softly. Adrien stood up from the grass, dusting off his pants as I stopped to stand in front of him. He looked back up at me, a light blush painting his cheeks, "Phoebe told me you were crying, so I came to see you."

Adrien wiped under his eyes, exhaling a deep breath. He ringed his fingers together, looking nervous, "look...I-I'm sorry that she pulled you away from the party because of me...I know you were hanging out with Marci so—"

"So?" I raised a brow at him. Adrien went silent. He wasn't looking at me now. Instead, he was looking down at his feet. I released a heavy sigh, "Adrien...I don't like Marci. She's a good friend and all...but I don't like her. Not like that."

Adrien didn't say anything. I lightly grabbed his chin, tilting his head up to look at me. A mix of emotions swam through him — I could see the embarrassment, the confusion, the nerves. All of it. His eyes were full of expression.

"Y-you don't?" Adrien asked me, looking skeptical. I nodded my head.

"No, Adrien. I don't."

"W-why not?" He pinched his brows together. I narrowed my eyes at him, "s-she's nice and outgoing...and she's fun—"

"I don't like her," I replied firmly, cutting him off. Adrien closed his mouth, looking up at me with bright emerald eyes. For a moment, we didn't talk, and instead...we stared. I admired his facial features, the freckles dusted across his nose, the way his eyes stood out even in darkness. Adrien looked back at me, and when I cupped his face softly, he nuzzled his face against my hand, reaching up to grab my wrist.

I brushed my thumb across his freckled cheek, leaning closer, "do you know why I don't like Marci?"

Adrien was hesitant, his voice lowering in a whisper, our faces now barely inches from each other.

"Why, Preston?"

I smiled. Both my hands now cupped his face. My thumb brushed over his bottom lip, "....because I like you. I like you, Adrien."

His lips parted in surprise. But before he had the chance to reply, I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips against his in a soft kiss.

Adrien gasped softly against my mouth. At first, he was too shocked to react, but as I coaxed his mouth open and pulled him closer against me, he was finally kissing me back.

The feelings that rushed through me were intense. The way Adrien grabbed onto my biceps as I held his face still, kissing the fuck out of him. I had been waiting for this moment for so long...and now that it was here, and now that his lips were against mine, lips touching and tongues dancing, it was the best feeling ever.

Adrien moaned against my mouth. The sweet, breathless sound sent shocks throughout my body, arousal shooting straight to my groin. I pushed Adrien till his back hit the wall, and his arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me flush against him.

And we kept at it, making out like we were both starved like it's been the one thing we had been waiting for our entire lives. And...it was.

It really was.

Kissing Adrien was the best feeling I've ever felt.

When our lips parted, both of us caught our breaths. I rested my forehead against Adrien's looking down at him as he panted for breath, his cheeks flushed. My hands touched his waist, and when Adrien looked up at me, I noticed the want and desire in his eyes.

"Preston..." Adrien whispered. I pressed a peck to his lips, slowly trailing my mouth along his cheek and down his jawline, pressing kisses along the side of his neck. Adrien gasped softly, tilting his head back against the wall, fingers digging into my shoulder blades.

"Adrien," I murmured against his neck, gently taking the skin between my lips, sucking hard. It forced another moan from Adrien's lips.

"Preston," Adrien groaned. I trailed my lips back up his jaw, before pressing once again another peck to his lips. He bit his lip and whispered, "please...take me home."

I raised a brow at him, a smile tugging my lips. Those simple words set fire to me, my heart pounding in excitement.

"You want me to take you home?"

"Yes," Adrien said firmly. Then, he surprised me by being the one to kiss me, whispering against my lips, "take me home, Preston."

I smirked, "okay, sweetheart..." I cupped under his chin, faces still close, "I'll take you home."