sorry for any typos.
Seven drinks later, we're both laughing at everything and we are the most intoxicated in the bar. The bartender, Marshall, knows I live in walking distance but cuts me off anyway. "You need to go home, both of you." He takes the guy's (whose name I still do not know, so I'll call him Cobain) phone and searched through it for a number of someone who can drive him home. I take it out of his hands. "He can come home with me," Cobain's hand is moving up my thigh, and he smiles when I say that. "Don't do anything you'll regret in the morning," Marshall advises. I wave him off and take Cobain by the shirt and pull him out of the bar.
We're stumblng around the sidewalks, talking about our favorite songs and bands. I look at him, because he's walking slow, and he unexpectadly pulls me into an alley and presses me against the wall. Maybe it's the alcohol talking, but his eyes are so damn beautiful from this close up.
--calum
I felt warm, but not yet intoxicated. And I didn't want to be.. I wanted to remember this night. She drank way more than I did, and I enjoyed watching her laugh at everything. She put her hand on my bicep to balance herself while laughing so hard she nearly fell, and I put my hand on her upper thigh. She didn't notice, or if she did she didn't mind. Marshall, the bartender, after telling us to go home, took my phone in search of the number of a desinated driver. The girl, (whose name I still didn't know, I'll call her Pink) took the phone from his hands and returned it to me.
She insisted that I come home with her, and I didn't get a word in before she was pulling me by my shirt out of the nearly empty bar. She was twirling around the sidewalks, telling me about how much she loves Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi, and then proceeded to scream the lyrics to everyone under the moon. She was a true work of art She stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at me. I take the sliver of an opportunity and put my hand on her waist, pulling her into a nearby alley, trapping her against the wall,
She looked alarmed for a second, but it went away quickly and then I kissed her, and it was amazing. Maybe it's just the alcohol talking but something ignited, and only left me wanting more. She pulled away and told me, "We're almost at my place," I nodded. She took my hand and we were now partially jogging, in a hurry to get back to her house, her bright hair flowing behind her. I was a little nervous about what I knew was going to happen, but I knew she wasn't..
Not long after the alley, she opened the door to a small house and pulled me inside, locking the door behind us. I stood there, not really knowing what to do. She kissed me quickly, and pulled her shirt over her head. I tried not to stare too obviously, but she noticed and said, "I get that a lot." and laughed almost inaudibly. She walked back over and kissed me again, more eager this time. She pulled my shirt over my head, breaking the kiss to get it over my head.
Her lips were on mine again as soon as the shirt was off, and she moved her hands to my hair, tugging lightly, and mine were resting on her waist. She pulls away and breaths out, "Do you want to go to my room?" I briefly consider not taking advantage, but quickly decide against it and push the thought out of my mind. I nod and smile, and then she smiles, and her smile takes my breath away. But then again, that could be the alcohol talking.
sry guys i dont write smut lol sO SORRY IF THATS HOW YOU WERE EXPECTING THIS STORY TO GO YOURE JUST GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT...
but for real i hope u guys liked this chapter. vote and comment or whatever. -L
