It's been two weeks since Sam's death and you and Nate going on a break, you're hanging out with Blake, Zack and Oscar.
"So you want to throw a party?" Blake asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Yup." You laughed.
"And that's why you need us?" Blake questioned.
"I need the best party throwers in the house." You smiled, buttering Blake up.
"Always, well since you asked so nicely, how can i say no?" Blake smiled at you.
"Okay, well, erm, can you get the beer, please?" You asked, sweetly.
"Has princess not got ID?" Blake mocks you.
"No, you have to be 21, douchebag." You laughed in response.
"I'm not 21." Blake replied.
"You could pass for it." You smirked.
"Really? What are you saying?" Blake gave you a skeptical look.
"Calm your ego, I'm saying you look old." You laughed, mocki
