#willowcav

Noah chugged the last of his drink, frowning at his empty cup and the change in pace of the party. It was starting to wind down too early for his liking. Spotting his favorite blonde, he walked towards Grace, slinging his arm around her shoulders. "We need to liven this bad boy up. Any ideas?" Before she could answer, he quickly covered her lips with his thumb - alcohol convincing him the action was safe, though he couldn't ignore how soft her mouth felt beneath his touch. "And you can't say 'Let's play Aaron Carter' this time," he teasingly warned, letting his hand fall back to his side.

Grace Given the fact that her boyfriend was currently out with, as Willow would say, his Kappa bitches, Grace had come to this party alone—a decision she was regretting somewhat due to the fact that there wasn’t anyone who seemed to want to talk to her here. But she didn’t let that bother her too much, choosing to do what she couldn’t typically do in his presence, meaning drink way too much and say whatever she’d liked. She couldn’t be absorbed in her thoughts for too long, however, because Noah came over, obviously looking for something—or someone—to do. But rather than his usual banter, he asked her what to do, covering her mouth before she could offer up a silly response.  As soon as his hand was removed from her mouth, Grace couldn’t help but bite down on her lower lip. As usual lately, Noah had been quite the enigma and she couldn’t quite understand him or why he did things. But she pushed the thought away, turning to give him a mock glare before speaking up. “As if I’d suggest that, Chambers.” Pondering the thought for a moment, she took his hand in her own before skipping over to Willow and grabbing the girl’s hand as well. “Let’s play Truth or Dare,” she spoke up with a smirk before eyeing Willow. “Are you in?”

Willow

"...Are you really asking me if I'm in? Hell yeah I'm in, I'd never turn down Truth or Dare."

Noah

He grinned at Grace's suggestion, beaming even more when Willow joined in. If the best friend is in, the other always follows. And Truth or Dare? Well, anybody can get away with what they say or do during that, right? "I'm in, too. But ladies, please. Try not to use this as an excuse to fondle the goods," he joked, gesturing at himself before swiping a bottle of vodka off a person passing by, ignoring their protests as his grabbed three shot glasses. "Do I even need to ask if you're down for pre-game drinks, beautiful one and two?"

Grace

Keeping her hand on Willow’s, Grace offered the girl a small smirk before she leaned over to press her lips to the girl’s cheek. “See, this is why you’re my best friend,” she declared, her tone teasing. Returning her attention to Noah, Grace couldn’t help but laugh and shook her head. “You forget, we’ve both been there and done that.” Laughing softly, Grace leaned over to press her lips to his cheek too. “I’m kidding, we’ll try to be on our best behavior.” She waited patiently for him to get drinks, before shrugging. “When have I ever turned down pre-gaming, babe? I thought you knew me better than that.” Squeezing Willow’s hand in her own, she asked the girl, “You in?”

Willow

"Yes, duh. Alcohol. God fucking bless America for alcohol and pre-gaming. Also Truth or Dare, and hot people. Amen." So she was a little tipsy already. And she wanted to talk to Aubrey, but Aubrey still hated her, so. She wouldn't. But she wanted to.

Noah

Passing them both a glass, Noah silently rejoiced. Two hot girls taking shots with him and starting a game of Truth or Dare was a nice change of direction for the evening. "Sometimes I really hope you become President of the United States," he told the brunette, winking before downing his shot. "Is this game going to be a threesome, or are we thinking more the merrier?"

Grace

Accepting the glass, Grace couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic for nights like this. Sure, she loved Adam, and she enjoyed being his girlfriend—but a year ago, this had been her life. Late nights, parties, drinking games with her friends, and somehow, she’d lost all ability to do that once she’d started dating Adam. It was a little sad. Hearing his question, she pretended to consider it before shaking her head. “No,” she spoke up finally, taking a shot of her own before she continued, “We’re hot, and well… who else in this room is pretty enough to keep up with us?” A shrug teased her shoulders as she looked at him, before looking over at Willow, and refilling all of their shot glasses. “So how are we starting this game? Any rules or are we playing with fire?”

Willow

"Your confidence in me is beautiful. Keep it up and I'll let you be my Vice President," she said, offering him a wink and a smirk. "Let's play with fire."

Noah

"Damn straight I'd be Vice. Have you seen me in a suit?" he replied, hoping that keeping up his casual flirting with the beautiful women around would convince Grace he was fine, that it would stop the little glances she'd been giving him since he returned. Besides, Willow was beautiful - and he knew from experience that she was the best in all areas after Grace. Add in the bet with Carter, and all signs pointed to flirting with Willow being a great plan. "I agree with Willow. If anybody has any limits, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Grace

Keeping her silence as she observed the exchange, Grace couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous for some ridiculous reason over what happened to be going on in front of her. She couldn’t pinpoint why, at all, because she knew she had no reason to be, but for some reason she was. Maybe because these two idiots were flirting in front of her and not paying attention to her which was rude. Very rude. Biting down on her lower lip, Grace shook her head, “No. There’s no limits, not for me at least. I don’t play it safe.”

Willow

"Good. Incredible. Limits aren't fun. Limits..... limit.. things."

Noah

"And that's why you're so much fun, Gracie." He kissed the top of her head, needing to do something since she was biting her lip and looking seconds from pouting, and damn if that didn't make him feel like an asshole. Grabbing an empty bottle off the floor, Noah sat down and quickly tugged the other two down as well. "Who wants to spin first?"

Grace

“I’m the most fun of all,” she told him, her gaze lingering on his for a moment, before she added softly, “Don’t forget that.” Following Noah’s lead, Grace moved down to sit sort of beside him, her hand still in Willow’s. Taking the bottle from him, Grace looked at him, before handing nodding her head towards Willow. “She spins first, she’s the prettiest.”

Willow

Taking the bottle with a grin on her lips, she leaned over and pressed her lips to the girl's cheek in return for the compliment. "I disagree, but alright." Placing the bottle onto the floor, she took a moment before spinning it, watching as it halted in Noah's direction. "Noah! Wonderful, truth or dare?"

Noah

He tilted his head at Grace's comment, though nodded shortly after. "I won't," he whispered back, smiling at her as he watched the interaction between the two girls. When the bottle landed on him, the boy raised an eyebrow at Willow as if to say 'what do you think?' "Dare, obviously. Do your worst, Rose."

Willow

"I dare you to bite off your toes. No, I'm just kidding. I dare you to... switch shirts with me," she finished determinedly, a smirk on her lips once she'd looked up at him after glancing down at her fairly tight, dark red crop top. It would look quite hilarious on him.

Noah

"Any excuse to see the abs, eh?" He laughed, standing up and starting to unbutton his shirt. Once he was done, he threw the light blue button-up besides Willow. Next to go was his white under-shirt, taking his time with lifting it over his head as though he was giving the girls a show. Smirking proudly, he gestured to the brunette. "Your turn. Unless you'd rather me continue undressing instead, of course."

Willow

Rolling her eyes, she watched as he removed his clothes and made a cat-call once he was finished. "While I didn't care much to see them, they are beautiful, thank you," she grinned and grabbed the hem of her shirt to tug it off of her, tossing it at Noah's head. "Put it on."

Noah

He took a moment to admire the sight of Willow sans shirt, returning her cat-call with a wolf-whistle of his own. "Beautiful is definitely the appropriate word," he mumbled, the shirt hitting him in the head taking him out of his daze. He pulled it on, finding it almost didn't fit over his torso. He was a man - this was not meant for him, but at least it showed off his abs. Crop-tops 1, button-ups 0. "What do you think, Hart? Do I pull it off?"

Grace

Setting down her phone on the ground beside her, Grace bit down on her lower lip, taking another drink from the bottle of vodka that apparently everyone else had forgotten about. Looking over at Willow, she muttered, “Damn. You’re so pretty, bye.” Without even waiting for Noah to text her back, she moved to go sit by him, since he apparently wanted to cuddle with her so badly, and looked up when she’d realized that he’d spoken to her. Laughing softly, she shrugged before answering, “It’s your color, I’ll say that much.” Biting down on her lower lip, she returned her attention to the bottle, totally hijacking the game and spun it, laughing again when it landed on Willow. “Truth or dare, angel?”

Willow

"Truth!" She said in response, ignoring the under-shirt and putting the button up on, not bothering with any of the buttons.

Grace

Allowing her gaze to linger on Willow's for a moment, she hesitated before speaking up, "Okay, you can pick one person in the room to make out with. Who is it?" She laughed. "Bonus points if you say me, but it's okay otherwise."

Willow

"Will," she replied automatically, cocking her head to the side as if she was surprised by her own answer. "Sorry, Gracie. It's probably the pretty blue eyes or... something."

Grace

Although she'd had a feeling about what Willow's answer would be, she was slightly surprised when the girl answered honestly. Allowing her gaze to shift over to her friend for a moment, she made a mental note to punch him in the face before she shrugged. "It's okay, I'd probably make out with him too." A small laugh escaped her lips as she added, "He's the only one in the room that I haven't for the most part so.." Turning her gaze to Noah, she spoke up, "Your turn, you spin. I don't like rules."

Noah

Noah tugged Grace into his lap when she moved near him, deciding that sitting beside him with his arm around her wasn't quite enough. With his arms wrapped around her waist, it was easy to pretend that Adam didn't exist and they were still in Freshman year. Deciding to be indulgent, he kissed the back of her neck before leaning around her to spin the bottle. With a bit of a luck - and with a lot of experience in learning how to manipulate spin the bottle - it landed on Grace...and himself, though he ignored the latter since he could hardly truth or dare himself. "What's your poison, beautiful? Truth or dare?"

Grace

Grace didn’t say anything as Noah pulled her into his lap, not at all bothered by it. They were really good friends, and regardless if they’d always been a little bit more than that, this was comfortable for them. And besides, she was drunk. Therefore not entirely responsible for her actions. Relaxing against him, she looked up at him when she heard his question, before shrugging, “Dare, dare, dare. Do your worst.”

Noah

He was torn when she picked dare until he remembered Operation Save Grace from Fratdouche. Initially he just wanted to dare her to kiss him, but that wasn't subtle. Having the dare involve Willow though? His drunk brain considered itself a fucking genius. "I dare you to make out with Willow," he declared, giving Willow a look behind Grace's back that was practically begging her to return the favor he had just bestowed upon her.

Willow

"Fuck yes."

Grace

Keeping her gaze on Noah’s as she waited for him to deliver his dare for her, she rested her head against his chest, laughing softly when she heard it. “You just want to watch us make out,” she mumbled, before laughing and looking over at Willow. “I guess we’re going to do it? Okay.” A smirk played across her lips as she made a come hither motion to Willow before moving over to the girl. She couldn’t help but laugh, a little embarrassed at the feeling of anticipation that was welling up in her as she moved closer to Willow. Biting down on her lower lip, Grace cupped her friend’s face in her hand, brushing Willow’s hair over her shoulder before leaning in, a soft giggle escaping her lips before she brushed her lips against hers.

Willow

Willow wasn't phased at all by the dare, a shrug of her shoulder the only external reaction to it. Her and Grace had made out multiple times, it wasn't like it would be anything new. "It's not a real party if Grace and I don't make out, let's be real." It was always fun, though. She wouldn't mind doing it at any and every party, really. Once they were finally getting ready to carry out the dare, Willow couldn't help but wink over at Noah before they both leaned in, her hand going to cup the back of the blonde's neck as she pressed their lips together firmly.

Noah

"Best. Party. Ever."

Grace

Grace couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s response. Even given Adam’s current stance on her and Willow kissing, the girl did have a point. They’d kissed at every good party of the past year, and on more occasions than they cared to count. Due to the amount of alcohol she’d consumed that night, she didn’t even notice the small wink her friend gave Noah before they kissed, only focused on the feeling of her best friend’s lips against hers. A small giggle escaped her lips as she finally pulled back, offering Willow a small grin before returning to Noah. “Willow’s turn now,” she spoke up, her tone happy.

Willow

Licking her lips as they pulled away, she said with an almost faux dreamy sigh, "Beautiful. Now that is what I'm talking about." Still slightly tipsy, she cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. "My turn for what? Am I getting truthed or dared or am I truthing or daring?"

Grace

Biting down on her lower lip as she relaxed against Noah again, Grace looked up at him for a moment, wondering if he'd say something. But he didn't, so after a moment, she shrugged, "It's your turn to truth or dare someone else, babe." Gesturing towards the bottle, she added, "So spin, spin, spin."

Noah

Noah wanted to talk, but all of his energy was going towards thinking about disgusting things so that Grace wouldn't notice just how much he'd enjoyed watching her kiss Willow.

Willow

"Oh, cool. Okay, okay, Gracie, truth or dare?" she asked after spinning the bottle.

Grace

Staying quiet, Grace waited for her friend to spin the bottle, not even surprised when the bottle landed on her. Letting out an audible sigh, she looked over at Willow and shrugged, "Truth. Pussies pick dare."

Willow

"Hmmm... who is one person in Penbrook that you would get rid of, no regrets, and suffer no consequences for it?"

Grace

Raising a brow slightly when she heard Willow's question, Grace bit down on her lower lip, hesitating as she pondered the question. It took a moment for her to reply, and when she did, she shrugged, "Rachel. She's become a real bitch lately."

Willow

".......Huh." Well that wasn't much of a surprise, but. It was still odd to hear one of her best friends talk about another one of her close friends like that. Why did none of her best friends like each other? It's a question she asks herself daily.

Grace

Keeping her gaze on Willow, Grace shrugged before leaning forward and picking up the bottle of vodka that had been previously discarded. Leaning back against Noah again, she took a drink from the bottle before looking up at Noah. "Your turn. Go spin."

Noah

Noah laughed, dropping a soft kiss on her shoulder. "I spun last time, beautiful. It's okay though, I know it's hard to focus on anyone else when I'm around," he teased, passing the bottle to Willow. "Your turn to do the spinning, Rose."

Willow

"Why do I have to do all of the work? Jesus. You two are gross. Grace, you spin. I just did and I don't wanna again."

Grace

A sigh escaped her lips as she heard Willow’s response, and she frowned. “Who’s gross? I’m not gross, I’m awesome.” Taking another drink from the bottle, she leaned forward to spin the bottle, frowning slightly when it turned back to her. “I’m not dareing myself so…” Looking up at Noah, she asked softly, “Truth or dare?” before taking another drink.

Noah

"Don't worry, there are many facets of life where I'm more than willing to do all the work while the lady lies back and enjoys herself," he told the brunette, grinning at her as Grace spun the bottle. "I've already done a dare like the badass I am, so I'll pick truth this time."

Grace

Frowning again, she bit down on her lower lip, taking what must’ve been her millionth drink before looking up at him, “If you could fuck anyone in this room, who would it be?” She shook her head. "Wait, no that's dumb and not fun, no no. What's your biggest regret?"

Noah

The first question would have been easy enough to answer, but the second had him uncharacteristically speechless. Realising he should have picked dare again, Noah tried to figure out a way of answering that wouldn't fuck everything up. "My biggest regret...I guess it'd have to be not being braver at certain times throughout my life." It was a shitty answer, though he hoped it'd be enough to avoid trouble. Without leaving the girl's opportunity to ask more, he quickly spun the bottle and watched as it landed on Willow. "Truth or dare?"

Willow

"Gross. That's boring. Gimme a truth."

Noah

"If you had to create your dream man out of Penbrook men, who would you pick and what parts of their personalities and bodies would you use?"

Willow

"Ouch. You're making me choose? Okay, I'd probably take... Will's sense of humor and personality, Jake's smoking hot abs, um, Phillip's adorableness, probably, yours and Will's confidence put together because that would be pretty great, aaaand. What am I missing? I feel like I'm missing something. Whoever's got the biggest dick, too, I'll take that."

Noah

He wanted to point out that he was sure he had the biggest dick in Penbrook, but he decided to move on instead. No need to boast about not-so-little Noah Junior. "Close, though the correct answer was actually 'Noah's everything.' As your consolation prize, you get to spin again."

Willow

"Whatever you say, dear." Rolling her eyes, she went to reach for the bottle again and spun it, watching as it landed on Grace. "Hiya again, pretty girl. Truth or dare?"

Grace

Only semi-paying attention to the exchange in front of her, Grace continued to drink from the bottle in her hands, only looking up when she saw Willow's gaze on hers. "Hi," she spoke up, biting on her lower lip, thinking for a moment before she answered, "Dare, dare, dare."

Willow

There were limits. There were, really. Willow just couldn't care less about them. "I dare you to give Noah a lapdance. And get me my shirt back."

Grace

Looking up at Willow for a moment, Grace bit down on her lower lip before sighing. "Okay." Shrugging, she stood up, setting the bottle of vodka on the floor before tugging up Noah as well. Leading Noah over to the couch, she pushed him down on it before giving him a small smirk. Without even really thinking about it, she moved to stand between his legs, and leaned down over him, brushing her lips along his jawline teasingly. Her hands moved to the shirt that was on him, slipping her fingertips underneath the fabric before pulling it up and off of him as well. Pulling back, she moved her hands to her own body, running them over her shirt slowly, watching his expression change slightly. A small laugh escaped her lips as she moved to turn around, grinding against him slowly before pulling away. Kissing his cheek quickly, she looked over at Willow and shrugged, "Satisfied?”

Noah

Noah had to show some extreme restraint not to grab Grace and take her to his room then and there, memories of amazing nights from Freshman year running through his mind like the world's cruelest movie reel. His resolve disappeared at her question to Willow though, deciding then and there that if he Operation Save Grace from Fratdouche was happening, he might as well commit to his mission. Leaning in so his lips were brushing against her ear, he whispered low enough that even Willow wouldn't be able to hear. "It's a shame about that boyfriend of yours...If it wasn't for him, I'd be suggestion a Backstreet Boys marathon back at my place about know." Moving to take his seat back on the floor, Noah flashed the blonde his most innocent smile as he patted the space beside him. "Coming?"

Willow

"You haven't touched her yet, Chambers, she's not /coming/ any time soon."

Grace

Frowning slightly at Noah when she heard his words, and shrugged. She loved her boyfriend. She and Noah were friends, this was fine. Maybe. She didn't know. Looking over at him, she mumbled softly, "I'm sorry," but wasn't even sure if he could hear it. Biting down on her lower lip, she moved to sit beside Noah again, looking over at Willow. "Oh my god, did you really just say that?"

Noah

When he heard the quiet apology, Noah decided to stand up and swipe another bottle of alcohol, not checking what he'd grabbed before taking a swig. He felt like an asshole. He was obviously making Grace uncomfortable, and he hated himself for that. It was a necessary evil though, so he grabbed another bottle for the girls to share and sat back down, his usual easy smile planted firmly on his face as he passed Grace what he now realised was tequila. Perfect. "Are we ready for another round?"

Willow

We might be Dean and Sam, but lately I’ve made you Castiel and we’re in Seasons 4-6. I take you for granted until you’re not around, and I use you more than I should. We call it friendship, because you see the potential in me to be someone better, but really deep down you know I’m not doing it right. You forgive me, because that’s what you do. It doesn’t make it right though, and…Fuck, you can’t even see what I do to you half the time, and that’s what I hate the most. You shouldn’t have been upset when I ended our friendship, Wills. You should have been relieved.

This is why I can’t apologize to you for that night. I’m not sorry for leaving you like I did, not in the slightest. Everything else that night was done out of anger…With you, it was out of regret for the things I’d already done. I want to be sorry for that night because I know I fucked up  and I want to fix it. I’m sorry for everything before that night instead though, and how do I make an apology for our entire friendship on in words on paper?

But I can’t fucking talk to you until I apologize, and it’s driving me crazy.

If you give me a 10359045th chance, I promise not to involve you in drama, or to use you as a verbal punching bag when I’m upset, or to eat the last of the Dorito’s on movie night even though I knew I’d had more than you already, or to do any of the other fucked up shit I do. I’m going to be less selfish, because you deserve it. You’re the best person in the world. You’re Willow, the beautiful and wise, hilarious and kind, and a million other words that would never all fit on how much paper I have left. If you weren’t such a sister to me, I’d have the biggest lesbian crush on you. I mean, really - Daaaaaaaaaamn, Africa.

And now I want to cry because if you were here, we’d be starting a Mean Girls quote off right about now, which you always win because I end up laughing at your impersonations too much to think.

I miss you. I miss you so fucking much.

I want Sam back, not Castiel, and I promise I’ll figure out how to fix things between us eventually. I’m going to be there for you like I should have been. If all else fails, I’ll be baking you the cookies you love every day for the rest of your life.

I love you more than I love Shakespeare.