#nolanhicks

       stephen must’ve walked in about twenty minutes ago, and he was already buzzing with premature excitement and flavored vodka. he couldn’t remember who thought this was a great idea, but he was eager to partake anything that involved his peers or free alcohol. not that he was planning on drinking much, however, he enjoyed having the option to. he liked options. he noticed a couple of familiar faces and naturally gravitated towards them, but in the midst of laughter and light conversations, he felt bored. nothing exciting was happening, nothing to focus on; most importantly, nothing that kept his thoughts from drifting. his eyes wandered around the crowded room, peering over at the opposite side of the greek house when he spotted nolan. that brought a smirk to his lips. excusing himself, he walked straight over, plastic wings bumping into strangers behind him, earning a few dirty looks. not that he noticed. he raised his brows once stepping in front of boy, feigning a frown.  ❝ there’s a stain on your shirt. ❞