Diamond Girl [Deryck]

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] he yelled punching the air. "We go out and get utterly fucking rat arsed!" He said wickedly as he stopped dancing and started walking again normally as his mind strayed to what they could do.

"Where we go then? We could go to The Live House, I hear they have some bitching shit on in there...or we could go to this party a friend of mines having, he lives up on Miami beach, his dads a lawyer or something and his house is fucking huge. Big mistake having an open party, we were gonna go up and trash it." He said smiling - the thought of it made him want to dance. "Then we could have a few drunk games of Mailbox Baseball - thats always good for a few laughs."

He may drink and take drugs but he was a big kid a heart, Mailbox Baseball was a precious past time of his. It included a car, a baseball, some booze and a good time.

"Seriously this dude is opening his door to like two hundred people. It will be insane."

Inane enough to end up having the police crash the party like they had the last one he had been at. The spoil sports.
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[India Beckett]

"I say we go to the rich kid's house and trash the fucking place all to hell," India said after awhile. It did sound appealing; go to some huge house, get drunk, and trash 'valuable' items that would be replaced the next day regardless. "Ah, mailbox baseball; I've grown to love that game. Except for that one time where I hit my own mailbox; my mom wasn't too happy about that," India said with a grimace. Ah, yes Christine had gotten quite mad; over the fact India was drunk in the first place, and the fact that William found the situation oddly amusing. India had bought them a new mailbox, but not before getting an earful from Christine. "Two hundred drunk people? Dude, that house won't be left standing at the end of the night," she said with a grin. A houseful of drunk people usually resulted in a lot of things being broken, and a lot of spilled beer. At the end of the night, some of the guests had made it into the bedrooms with some random stranger, and yet others had passed out in your bathroom, and others didn't give a fuck where they were, they just passed out. The party itself was always more glamorous then the after party.

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] he gave her a wink and a bright smile. "He will regret this, why do you think I never have parties at my place." He said smirking then he paused. That reason being his parents both worked in Miami and now they hardly went on holiday any more - it sucked.

"We got caught the other day, some oldie came out and started yelling at us; 'I know your dad you're gonna be in so much shit.' I was like yeah, shrug, everyone knows my fucking dad." He laughed, sometimes he hated it though, hated living in his fathers shadow and hated being 'Pete Wentz kid.' Sometimes he just wanted to be Deryck, mind you then sometimes was a great thing!

His thoughts strayed to the party with a smile across his lips, the thought of these people in a strangers house trashing it made him want to dance but he kept on walking, he sniffed his hoodie and grimaced. It smelt bad, like beer pong bad. "Can I grab a shower at yours too, I smell bad." Deryck whined. Well like father like son he liked to look good.
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[India Beckett]

"It's Miami; you don't even have to know the fucking guests, just say 'hey there's a party' and you have your guest list," India smirked. It was too true; many people came just to get wasted and laid; there wasn't much the host could do about it because they were typically the first ones to get drunk. "Everyone should know by now; you never, ever host a party at your own house. It ends in disaster," she said. True enough; you didn't want to be the one to clean up the whole mess, and it if was somewhere else you didn't have to clean up. If it was your own house, well you pretty much got to play maid. Most boring shit ever, in all honesty. "Haha, I can't tell you how many teachers and adults have used the 'I know your dad' card, it gets quite old, especially when they think they'll actually dicipline me," India smirked. Some teachers deserved her smart mouth, but some she actually respected, so she normally kept quiet in their classes. But the ones she didn't like? Well, they got an earful nearly every single day, and it always hilarious, because India never said the same thing twice. She looked over at him, giggling silently as he smelled himself. She'd noticed the alcohol stench on him, but hadn't commented. "Of course," she said.

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India reached a hand into her pocket and withdrew her key, sticking it into the keyhole and turning it, hearing the door unlock. She pushed it open, throwing her weight against it because it wouldn't open properly. She looked over at Deryck to make sure he had made it up the stairs okay - three flights of stairs were a bitch when you were drunk. She patted the wall beside the door and flicked on the light, the dark room suddenly illuminated brightly. The couch sat infront of the television, set underneath the front room windows. The heavy curtains were drawn, however; India had fallen asleep on the couch and had closed the curtains, expecting to sleep past sunrise. She was wrong. To the right was her bedroom, then across the hall from that was the bathroom. She headed towards the kitchen, turning her head to say to Deryck, "I think you pretty much know where everything is." It was true; Deryck had been to her apartment dozens of times, and if he didn't know his way around yet, then there was something wrong. She grabbed a water out of the fridge and took a seat on one of the counters, facing the living room. Her kitten came out from the broom closet and meowed at her, wanting fed. "I just fed you," she mumbled to the tiny kitten. It looked up at her with bright green eyes and mewed again.

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He told India with an almost hint of danger. Deryck was a wild party boy, he could hold his alcohol fairly well (though usually around four am he started to get a bit worse for wear.) Stumbling up the stairs he almost fell over several times, the closest being smacking his shin off a step. He winced and growled. "Stupid stairs." He mumbled as he got up and tried to walk up them again this time making it to the top but only just.

With a smile he stumbled in her open down and kicked off his converse, bouncing on one foot for a moment yanking it off before doing the same with the other shoes and nearly falling on hair ass. He yawned and stumbled over to the couch and flopped on it face down, one hand hanging off the edge and one foot on the floor. He didn't look particularly comfy either but he was already felling asleep. Screw it he would have a shower in a few hours when he woke up and the alcohol had worn off, that way by the time he got him he could get upstairs, get changed, grab his stuff and sit down the stairs with a book - that way he would look like he was doing something school related.

People didn't think it but secretively he was quite thoughtful and he liked reading books that were thought provoking, he was currently reading Brave New World by Aldous Huxley about what the future could be like if everyone was genetically engineered.

His light breathing lingered on the air, he was asleep already and it was quite lucky really.
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