All I could hear was people speaking and shouting. It mostly drowned out the headbanging music. The volume pretty much gave away that there were at least a hundred people in the one house.

We reached the bottom of the stairs and blended into the crowd of already half-drunk teenagers. Some people I recognised and some people I did not.

The first person that stuck out from the crowd was the blonde quarterback.

Chase saw me and started to walk over. He had not made much effort with his Halloween costume because he had on an old letterman jacket with fake blood splattered all over it. The only ghastly thing about his appearance was his nose and unfortunately that was not fake.

"Hey." He smiled before sticking out his fist for a fist-bump.

I bumped it with mine and shouted over the music "Hey."

"You look great." He complimented while giving my costume an appreciative look "What are you meant to be?"

"A fairy." I bit out so he knew that I was not happy about it.

Chuckling at my distressed expression, he reassured "Well, you are the nicest looking fairy I have seen."

"Have you seen a lot of fairies?" I asked with a raised brow before rolling my eyes "You need to get off the green stuff, Chase."

He joined in with my laughter before seeing a friend of his and leaving to go and speak with them.

Lana had disappeared to the other side of the living room and was talking to a few girls from our French class.

Feeling kind of awkward in the middle of the room, I started walking around mindlessly and greeted random people. Some people were swaying to the music playing and singing along so I just dodged past them.

Ten minutes later and I found myself in the kitchen. It was probably the quietest place in the house. Which was weird because it was where the alcohol was.

I ended up standing right where I was earlier that day with Stone.

The song blaring from the speakers in the living room came to an end. For a small pause, there was just a chattering of people. Until the introduction of a very familiar song started playing.

Teenage Dirtbag filled the house and my stomach sank.

I hoped Lana's speakers were not expensive because I was planning on kicking them.

Questions ran through my head. Why would this song play? This song out of all songs? Our song? It was nearly twenty years old and was no longer seen as hip. It was also not one usually played at a party.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the wings on my back flap as I exhaled.

I missed him. I missed him so much.

"Hey, Sweetcheeks." A voice interrupted my train of thought "What is your name?"