for forever, for tonight

one

You didn't want to be here. The party, yes, but mostly college in general. It was your moms idea- she thought that moving out of your small town would be good for you, "give you more structure", she'd say. You thought so too for a while, but here you were. Too drunk to drive home but not drunk enough to have fun.

It was Ymir's idea. She thought you stayed in the dorm too much for your own good. She stayed in more than she went out, but at least she went out at all. You only left for classes and food. As your roommate (and only friend), Ymir felt as if it were her duty to drag you along to some stupid frat party. Her girlfriend was apart of the sorority, so through some weird clusterfuck of connections you were able to get in without an issue.

You were really enjoying the corner you were in. Well, not really, but it was the only place that wasn't surrounded by sweaty people. This skirt was too tight around your thighs and it rode up higher than you'd like when you walked. That's alright. You'd just stay still then.

Your cup was drying up too quickly but the kitchen was so far away. Fuck it- might as well grow some balls in the pursuit of getting shit faced.

The bottle of vodka was already three fourths of the way empty- no doubt there was more, though. You filled the solo cup a little more than half way and filled the rest with some cran-raspberry juice that was in the fridge. You cringed as you took a sip, and added more juice. Good enough.

You heard a lot of shouts coming from the living room, so you headed the opposite way.
The crowd thinned out near the back of the house, only about five or ten people walking in and out of the smaller room. You stood next to the doorframe and started to worry a bit.

How the hell were you going to get home? Ymir was most definitely going to stay the night at the sorority next door, and your dorm was a good half hour walk that, quite frankly, you don't think you could accomplish at this point. Maybe you could get an uber? No, your phone was basically dead. You never really trusted uber anyway.

"Uh hey, you ok?"

You looked up at the noise to see a tall brunette guy leaning next to you, his hand gripping the top of the doorframe.

"What?"

"You're shaking. You good?" He asked.

You looked down at yourself, suddenly noticed how your foot quickly tapped the wood floor and how you held your drink with both hands instead of one. You sighed.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine- I think. Just wondering how the hell I'm gonna get outta here,"

He chucked and said, "Well, most people either pass out and leave when the sun hits or walk back if they live close enough. Some drive- but I don't think that's a good idea,"

You nodded and looked down at your drink. Was it really worth all of this trouble? It was too loud, even in here.

"Yeah, you're definitely not okay. My room is right upstairs. I'll let you sleep a little if you want."

You raised your eyebrow at him. Sleeping in a strangers bed at a frat house? Is he serious? He could sense your concern and immediately threw his hands up.

"No funny business! I swear! I'll even stand guard outside and make sure no creeps get in!"

He looked honest somehow, like he was telling the truth. This wasn't a smart idea at all- your mother would definitely scold you if you told her you were even considering taking him up on the offer. But here you were, following him up the creaky stairs and into a pig sty of a room. He closed the door behind the two of you and sat down on the bed, patting next to him. You sat down.