125 and 214 Shades of Grimes

I Don't Want to Go Home

“I – I need another one,” I slurred my words, pressing my hot cheek on the cold table, “Get me one more please.”
“No (Yn),” Sandy said, “You’ve had enough! Look at what state you’re in! Stop!”
I had had at least ten drinks by now, and my head was spinning; my whole body felt like it was on fire.
Yes, Joan was right. I did find the twins sexy and attractive and I thought I might even like them a tiny bit. But they were so unpredictable and shifty that it was messing with my head and I did not know what they were thinking about me. One moment they were like strangers and the next it was like I was their property. Then bam – I was a stranger again. But they just would not get their eyes off me and that was disturbing. What did they want from me? They were already messing with my working life and now even my private life.
So I decided to drown myself in alcohol for the night and forget about the twins for the time being. I shifted my head and gazed up, and through my unclear vision I could still see those blond heads facing me.
I sighed, and someone yanked me up from the table.
“Hey!” I protested – it felt good having the table to cool me down, why did they have to pull me up from my happy place?
“Enough (Yn),” Yvonne’s voice came from my left, “Let’s get you home. Forget about them. You can’t see them at home.”
“No!” I yelled like a child, “I don’t want to go home! I need one more drink pleaseeeee!”
“Come on guys,” Yvonne tried to tear me off the seat, “Help me!”
I clutched the table like a mad woman, and my three friends were trying to make me stand up, but I was so determined that they could not peel me off the table.
“Need a hand?” suddenly, that familiar silky voice rang above us. We all froze, and I raised my head slowly to confirm my guess.
Those twins of the problem were standing before us, and John was the one speaking. They were expressionless… I wanted to yell at them to get lost. I did not need more problems from them – although their absence from my life now would certainly leave a hole behind. But I could heal as long as they did not make their part in my life bigger than it was now, and they should stop right now. They had messed with me enough.
“Go away,” I moaned and sat up, burying my head in my palms.
“Come on, get up!” Sandy said, after darting a glance at the twins. Everyone was standing now besides me. I was still perched in my seat like a miserable loser. And I did not want the twins to see me like this.
“No!” I groaned into my hands, “Just go away!”
“You’re unbelievable!” Joan said in a huff, and tried to yank me up again, “You need to go home!”
“Just let me have another drink!” I croaked, refusing to stand up, zeroing my eyes on her.
“We’ll try,” John said calmly, and took a step towards me.
“Go a—” I tried to push John, who was bending down, away from me, but failed majorly. I already could not fight him off normally and now the effects of alcohol were not helping.
“Put me down!” I yelled, kicking my legs weakly as John had me cradled against his warm chest.
“We’ll take her home,” Edward told my stunned friends who were gapping at John and me in his arms, “What is her address?”
My friends recovered a moment or two later, and Sandy told them my address. I was trying to push on John’s chest all the while but I was so wasted that my protest was just like tickles to him.
“Relax,” John looked into my eyes, a hint of warning in his eyes, “Stop pushing or I might accidentally drop you…”
I knew he would not dare to drop me like that but instinctively I stopped pushing and hanged onto his shirt instead under his grave and serious stare. John’s face slowly broke out into a triumph smirk. WELL.
“Okay thanks,” Edward said after my friends had given him my address, “You guys have fun; we’ll bring her home and let you know when she’s safely arrived.” He added looking at the doubtful but still shocked faces of my friends.
Then the twins turned around and headed for the exit, and I heard the faint farewells from my friends mixed with the loud music.
The cool air hit my burning skin, and it felt so good that I sighed contently. I thought I heard them chuckle… Or maybe I was just imagining it because of my messed up head.
They stood on the roadside and Edward was searching in his pocket, but turned to John a second later.
“John,” he said, his voice ringing clear in the quiet street – it was like all the noises that were supposed to be on the street were crammed inside the club, “Is the phone on you?”
“I guess so,” John replied, “Hold her, I’ll call Jack.”
“I can stand,” I chimed in tiredly, “Put me down…”
“No,” John said sternly and hand me to Edward like I was a parcel, “I’m sure you’re going to fall and… Looks like Edward’s eager to hold you.” There was a hint of smile in his voice – or was I imagining it again?
I sighed and looked up to my new holder. He was looking at John but it seemed like he was having a hard time hiding his smile. I felt like screaming because this was all so confusing.
“Jack,” I heard John on the phone, “Yes… Okay… We’ll be waiting outside the club.”
“He’ll be here in a minute,” John told Edward, putting his phone back into his pocket – it seemed to me that they shared a phone.
We waited in silence for the mysterious Jack to arrive; I wanted to ask them who he was but when I finally found my voice a car came to a halt in front of us.
A well-built man dressed in black came out from the driver’s seat and scrambled to the back to open the door for us. So this Jack must be a friend of theirs… But why did he have to open the door for us? I mean, John was empty-handed.
“Jack,” the twins nodded at the man and John got into the car first. Edward bent to slip me inside with John’s help and he got in after me. Jack closed the door and got back into the driver’s seat.
Edward told Jack the address and Jack replied, “Yes sir,”
Whoa there. Who was this Jack actually? He did not sound like a friend.
I looked at Edward with an eyebrow raised sleepily and glanced at Jack.
“He’s our driver,” Edward said simply and his look told me that that was the end of the story, so I slumped back in the seat.
So. They had a driver? But how?
“You really don’t know who we are,” John said quietly as the car sped down the road, and behind his simple sentence, I could tell that there were lots of meanings behind, but I did not ask further despite my curiosity. My anger at them earlier was long gone; being alone with them so close distracted me big time.
Halfway through the journey, the motion of the car was making me sick. Oh no.