. . . Go ahead!!

(You are Aquino)
Saturday in the early hours of the morning, late into the night, Duxo was quietly watching a series at home, until a message notification popped up on his phone, catching his attention almost instantly. "Who's texting me at this hour, man?" he thought to himself, and immediately grabbed the aforementioned device. A slight smile formed on his face before a small chuckle escaped the corner of his lips; it was a message from Aquino. Just that same day, the brown-haired boy had told him he was going to a party, and seeing his poorly written message asking if he could come pick him up simply amused him. "I'm on my way," he confirmed barely a minute after his best friend had written to him, pausing his series and leaving his house.
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A few minutes later, Duxo was already at the entrance of the party, searching for Aquino to take him home.