2 heartbroken teens

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 I don't know how many large sips I got: six?, seven?, what I know is that I already feel the consequences of the hard drink. And I think that so does Summer.

We're sitting on the floor, my back leaning on her bed and Summer leaning on the wall opposite me.

Summer finishes telling me a funny story about when she fell from a park slide when she was a kid. 

"I'll drink to that." And I take another large sip. She laughs.

"The fact that I'm telling you stupid stories is embarrassing."

"Just a little." I joke.

I now realize that the bottle is almost empty, although it was already by its half when we started drinking.

"You think we woke up Rae?" She asks in a murmur.

"Who's Rae?"

"My roomie, idiot." She laughs, and then she covers her mouth with her hand realizing she was loud.

"Probably, we made so much noise. Wanna check it out?" I try to stand up but my feet can't stand by themselves so I just sit down again.

"I think it's better if we stay down, yeah." 

Summer checks her phone, maybe to see what time is it, but instantly she frowns and throws her phone away.

Something's wrong. May I ask?

She covers her face with her hands. In just a few seconds she changed the mood from joy to unhappiness. Oh no, the bummer just hit her. This is the shittiest part when drinking alcohol.

I don't know what to do at this situations, I feel so anxious not knowing how to deal with a person crying so I just walk away. but I can't walk away now. Besides, I'm so drunk that my mind doesn't want to work well so I just stay in my position for some seconds.

I can't watch her like that. I still don't know what's best to do, but my body approaches hers like a reflex. I now sit closer to her. 

"I did something bad, really bad before." She cries. Then she separates her hands from her face, her eyes staring at the woody floor. "I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have called him." Her voice grows weak at every word.

"Called who?" I say in a low voice. She sniffs twice before answering.

"My ex..." She covers her face again. "And now he's calling me like I want to give him a second chance, but I don't!"

"Hey, Summer, look at me." She doesn't pay attention at first so I insist one more time. I separate her hands from her face and I lift her chin so that her eyes meet mine's.

"Calling our ex's when being drunk is the most common thing."

"I know, but..."

I shake my head.

"Don't feel bad for that." Despite my slurring from my condition, what I say is what I feel.

"But now he's gonna call me the entire day." She sniffs. "Sorry, I'm being such a lame. Ugh, how I wish I could turn my feelings off sometimes."

"I feel you." I smile a bit. "C'mon, take the last sip to feel better." I hand her the bottle but she takes it away.

"No." She stopped crying.

"OK, whatever you want." I just want to be back at the good vibes we were having some minutes before.

Summer looks at me in silence and so do I. Maybe is the intoxication, but I feel pretty comfortable just staring at each other without saying any word.

"I want to feel something real." She murmurs, her eyes red from crying and analyzing my face. I put my right hand on her cheek.

 I see Summer slowly looking at my lips, but I can't really tell because I'm looking at hers. Then, as if the world was moving in slow motion, our faces get closer at each other, barely touching. We stay in that position for a few seconds until our lips gently touch. A tear runs down at Summer's cheek after that quick kiss. And as if suddenly our lips were polar opposites, we kiss again, this time more long lasting.

I can feel her frustration in her kissing, and it kinda turns me on. Or maybe is just my drunk horny self? I don't even care. 

I kiss her neck while touching slightly her thighs. Her skin is so soft and my touching makes her surrender to me. To be honest, I never imagined Summer and I ending this way. I mean, I always looked at her as a normal friend and now I'm glad I did come in to her house. 

I'm horny as fuck, but at the same time I don't think we should fuck. 

This feels so heavenly, tho...

I should stop before it gets farther.

"You good?" I ask in a deep voice, looking at her. She nods, her heart beating fast. I know that because of her heavy breath that slowly recovers to normalcy.

We hear steps at the stairs.

"That's Rae, I should check if she's feeling better." Summer says, standing up with difficulty.

"We should sleep. Both of us haven't really slept last night."

"But I told you..."

"Don't you think it would be a bit embarrassing if both of us suddenly appear in the kitchen this drunk?"

She thinks the answer, eventually giving me the point.

"And I guess you are not going to your house in this condition."

"Only if you want me to leave." I smirk.

 She chuckles and undoes the bed. I practically throw myself to it as if it was mine's. 

"Oh my god, I'm so tired." 

Summer chuckles again and lies down close to me. 

"Look with who you're lying with in bed." I point out, meaning our chat conversation we had a few hours ago.

"Gosh."

I chuckle.

"I just hope my friend doesn't need my help..." She says a few seconds later.

"Shh. Close your eyes and try to sleep." 

"But I'm not tired." She whispers.

"Maybe a goodnight kiss will help?" I say mischievously. She doesn't answer, which I don't take it as a no, so I approach her lips again and kiss her slowly. As I expected, she doesn't reject me. I gently bit her lower lip before I stop.

"Now sleep." I grin and we close our eyes.

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It's getting sexy here u.u