Cave Rave

[noonelaughed]

It seems like it's been forever since Chris has been to a real, proper blowout. There aren't exactly any clubs on the island for this sort of thing, and the last time Chris had any kind of party in his own hut, it'd taken him fuckin' ages to properly sort out the damage. As it was, he was still finding brownie crumbs and other people's coats when

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[teenagerenegade]

The guilt about leaving Edmund lasts about as long as it takes for the drugs to hit Charlie's system full throttle, leaving him light headed and jumping, feeling like light must be, like, fucking pouring off him. He loves Ed, loves him desperately but, at the end of the day, he's nineteen years old and, sometimes, he just needs to be dancing.

He pushes both hands back through his sweater hair, bumps shoulders with the person next to him but he's laughing as he's apologising, hands up over his head as he's dancing.

[teenagerenegade]

"Helena!" he says, voice pitched loud to carry over the pounding music. He wraps both arms loosely around her shoulders and tugs her in for a sweaty hug, both wrists loaded with neon, glowing bracelets courtesy of Luna.

"Pretty fucking amazing, right?"

[teenagerenegade]

He's managed to get glitter on her, on her jaw and down the side of her neck and he brushes his fingers against it, eyes wide as he watches the way her skin catches the light.

"So're you."

[teenagerenegade]

"Here." He tugs at some of the braclets on his wrists, pulling them off and pushes them onto hers instead. He grins at her, crooked and open and bright.

"There. Now we can share."

[teenagerenegade]

"Right!" says Charlie, loud and cheerful, having not really heard her. "Come on," he says, squeezing her hands. "I don't know this song but I really want to fucking dance to it."

[teenagerenegade]

His eyes are drawn to her hips because he might be really, really in love with his boyfriend, desperately in love, but he's also a nineteen year old boy and Helena is really pretty.

"That? Is totally fucking amazing."

[teenagerenegade]

"I'm pretty sure my hips don't work like that," says Charlie, his fingers still linked with hers as he tries anyway, biting his lip with concentration.

[teenagerenegade]

He twists his fingers out of hers, hands dropping down to rest on her hips as he tries to get it right.

"I really don't think I can."