"That's not our apartment Al"
I wrapped my arm around her waist, dragging her ass towards apartment 113.
She struggled in my grip, still trying her best to knock down the door adjacent to us. "You're too drunk to see Lennie. That issss. . ", she dragged the 's', her mind probably trying to find the words. ". . .our place." She finally finished.
Her finger rose up, pointing towards the apartment door in question.
Apartment No. 114
"The Apartment's been empty for a whole year now." I muttered under my breath. Our part of the apartment complex would always spook me out. It somehow stood out from all the other floors-- Seemingly empty halls, lack of warmth or decorations, and perhaps just a neighbor or two around to share our home-made chocolate cookies with.
I blew air out of my mouth, releasing her from my grip. The alcohol in my system had started pissing me off. The sudden act didn't give the blondie much time to stabilize. She staggered away from me, not long before hitting her gluteus muscles on the beloved dull blue floor.
We were both too traumatized by today's series of events, so much so that drinking till our eyeballs rolled back seemed like the wisest option. As for what happened to her, I wasn't much sure, neither was she aware about the mess I pulled myself into. We were yet to lay the adventurous tales of our date out to each other.
"Come on now." I limped up towards her, giving her my shaking hand. "You've had a couple too much."
She puffed her cheeks, shaking her head vigorously. Nothing I hadn't seen her do before. One hardened glare in her direction and she knew better not to question me anymore.
Merde! I felt like a single mother handling her troubled toddler sometimes
The Blondie rose back to her feet quite gingerly, her body swaying as she was back on her two feet. I tapped my foot rather impatiently, rubbing off the goose bumps rising up every now and then. Heck, it wasn't even that cold tonight.
What's up with the spooky weather and my malfunctioning spidey instincts today
Alison soon staggered into the apartment, my smaller figure following right behind her. I glanced back at the apartment besides ours before locking the door behind.
Neither of us muttered a word afterwords. We both knew what was to be done—smack our goofy faces against the pillow plushies.
And that is exactly what we did, with no care of the world around us.
***** ***** *****
"I have something to tell you." I heard a faint whisper against my ear. I grumbled into the sheets, swatting the fairy voices away. I was still very much dissolved into my wonderland, currently occupied being the Queen of every existing realm.
But the voices still pestered me. "It's important. Wake up your dumass."
I groaned against my pillow, feeling the warmth of sheets being pulled away from me. Rather a mass of body pressed against my skin. I groaned louder all the while trying to wiggle out of the captor's grip.
The sweet bitterness was still fresh in my eyes, and my body seemed to be begging me to cradle back into the realm of my reign. My dreams. But how could I, especially when some hard body mass was firmly pressed against my torso. It was becoming harder to breath by EVERY PASSING SECOND.
"Alright, alright!" I shot my hands up in defeat, "I am up. Now get your ass off me."
Alison grumbled a bit, before pulling herself off of me. Pure atmospheric oxygen reached my lungs as soon as the girl straddling me lifted up, the sweet bitterness still there as a faint reminder that I could still choose to doze off.
But Alison's eyes lips pursed and eyes as haunting as the long lost ghost of Hitler told me there was indeed no choice.
"I have something to tell you." She spoke yet again, her voice hoarse and spirits hanging low.
I had quite a hunch of what it could be about. It wasn't usual to find Miss Alison Stewarts in such a withered state of being. Perhaps people didn't even know that she was capable of frowning sometimes.
After all it was Alison in question, the girl who could laugh at her own funeral if she wanted to.
I felt quite extraordinarily special sometimes. There was a person who wouldn't let her guards down in front of anyone, but me. And it had been that way ever since I first saw her balling her eyes out in one of the washroom stalls. It was our senior year.
She was still the same wreckless girl that I met in the washroom
"I have some beans to spill too" I said, passing her a small smile. She responded back with a slight nod. Plopping my right arm on my knee, I adjusted my head over it. Alison was busy looking around herself, her elegant blonde hair in a mess, her face baked up with a post-makeup disaster.
Had we slept together yesterday night?
I couldn't help but question how our night might have ended up with both of us as tipsy as we could ever get. I was used to being the 'relatively' sober bean out of the two of us. The list of oops-ies that we could've done with no supervision could run endlessly.
I'll go check my car first T.T
"Let's say it together." She mumbled, raising me out of my atrociously weird thoughts.
"Are you sure we'll be able to understand what the other one says when we're speakin-"
Alison's eyes boring dead into me made me bite my tongue. "You know what? Never mind. Let's just roll your way."
"Alright" She mumbled softly, "On the count of 3. . . 2 . . . 1"
"SHE'S BACK!" Our voices matched each other.
Wait, what?
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General Fiction"It'll be OUR nightmare, just for the two of us" she whispered, her breath breezing over the bridge of my nose. Her words tasted like fire, their flames ashening the walls of my mind. I cupped her cheeks, her eyes melding into my jades just as lost...
