The shopping mall has architecture the schools and hospitals can only dream of. The ceiling is domed higher than any cathedral and made of the most beautiful glass. The walkways flow like tributaries to the main rivers of people. In the background is music to soothe, gentle flowing notes to take the shopper's cares far away. In a world so chaotic it is order. In a world of pollution and desecration it is clean perfection in bubble-wrap.
We ran into some more fans on our shopping trip, of course, they didn't really pay much attention to my presence. And I try so hard to hide my laughter when one of the girls says something like "rail me Ethan!" Or "Damiano pole dance for me"
We were all consumers in that mall, walking into the house with bags strung on our arms that would leave marks on our skin later. We spent most of the time in laughter and we will soon spend more because Victoria decided it was a good idea to buy alcohol for our last couple nights here at the house.
Sitting on the couch outside with the others it was almost 9:00 and Victoria had just come out with shot glasses and some kind of clear liquid, I suspect vodka.
She places the glasses on the glass coffee table and pours some of the alcohol in each one, who knew such a small amount could carry such a strong taste and reaction.
"Ready guys" Victoria laughs as we all take our pick on our glass and bring it up to my lips. Nodding I tilt my head back and swallow the beverage with ease, squeezing my eyes shut to the after taste I place the glass back down on the table along with everyone else.
"You drink a lot Em?" Ethan asks me.
Em. He hasn't called me that yet, only Victoria and I thought it was cute. I shake my head "no actually. "When I was younger I was really reckless though, I drank and smoked and I have don't coke before. Not something I'm really proud of" I laugh "but I like to have drink now and then"
Ethan and the rest laugh and Vic pours another shot in the glass for me, picking it up I'm my hand I flick my head back and swallow the strong liquid once more, earning cheers from the rest of the group.
"Wait pour me another, I wanna see how many I can do before I get drunk" I stupidly ask Vic, knowing it was a idiotic decision I wanted to have some fun.
"I'll do it with you, and I know that Damiano and Ethan will want one or two more" Victoria slides the glasses back towards her and pulls out the bottle of vodka. Taking the shot glass again I bring it up to my plump lips and drown the liquid, it starts to get easier and easier the more I had.
Four.
That's all it takes for me to get drunk, after ten minutes of finishing my last shot I felt it reach my brain. That crazy euphoric feeling. Ethan and Damiano had about three but they seem to have a higher tolerance then I do and they just got a little tipsy and humorous. Victoria settled at two, she wanted to make sure none of us did anything stupid because she knew that I was going to get drunk.
Being drunk is the fools anaesthetic. It puts the primitive self in command when it is the worst captain of all. It switches off the best parts of your brain and leaves the fool to run your life, to run your mouth. But it was so fun.
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"Look at me" I laugh, taking Ethan's sunglasses off his hair and putting them on my face. They seemed a little to big though so they slipped off my nose "how do I look?" I ask.
"Ridiculous" Ethan laughs, taking them off of my face and placing them back on his face.
__________Ethan POV__________
11:00 now and the music was still blaring, it is hard to hear then commotion over Arctic Monkeys screaming out of the radio. Victoria and Émeline are up dancing and Damiano is bobbing his head to the music.
I laugh and watch the girls up and dancing. Even with smudged mascara and eyeliner Em still managed to still look as beautiful, I watch her rock her body to the music with Vic. Her long hair twirled with her and her skin glistens in the light from the lanterns outside.
Her energy rush finally runs out as she flops herself into the outdoor couch, tilting her head back I see her eyes start to get heavy and tired.
"I'm so tired" Victoria groans, as Damiano grabs her hand and leads her into the house leaving me with Émeline alone. I look over at her, her piercing eyes already staring back at me through her long eyelashes she sends a pleading look.
"Tired too I'm guessing?" I smirk at her, she nods her head slightly as she tries to sit up. I move to sit next to her, immediately sniffing the sweet smell of her hair.
"Come on angel" I say trying to lift her off the couch "time to go to bed"
She groans and tries to stand, leaning most of her body against me I instantly give up and lift her up off of her feet bridal style. Heading to drop Émeline off in bed I see Damiano peek out of the bathroom door with a toothbrush in his mouth. Noticing the situation he gives me a thumbs up, I chuckle and continue upstairs.
Reaching the bedroom I lay her down on the bed, her small figure curls up on the mattress and her lips part slightly. Taking my final look at her I start to leave the room before turning back around once I feel her warm hand on my wrist.
She is half asleep but I could tell by her body language that she wanted me to stay with her. Not wanting to hurt her feelings by leaving I crawl beside her, leaning my head against my arm hoping to leave once she drifts off to sleep.
"Don't leave please" I hear her tiny voice squeak.
"You want me to stay here with you?" I question her, I never got any signs from her that she liked me like that. It was either the alcohol in her system talking or it was for real, whatever the case I don't want to leave her now.
"Mhm" She nods before shifting to face me. Our faces close together now I feel her hot breath against my skin, breathing at a relaxed and calm pace.
"Thank you for bringing me to my room, Ethan" she says, I can hear the drowsiness in her voice.
"Anytime" I assure her, at this point our noses practically touch, the things that this girl does to me compares to no one else in the world.
She nuzzles her head in to the crook of my neck, with my free hand I softly stroke her hair. She would probably not even remember this in the morning and that made it safer for me if this wasn't how she really felt.
She moans softly into my neck making me stiffen up. I continue to stroke her hair, twirling a small piece of it with my finger, it would be so fun to braid it for her.
"Goodnight Ethan" she whispers.
"Goodnight Em" I say back to her, my eyes starting to get heavy. I might actually fall asleep with her like she wanted.
"I like it when you call me that" I can hear her tiny smile in her voice.
"Sweet dreams Em" I say again, knowing now that she liked the name. I can feel her smile into my neck, I continue to twirl a strand of her hair in my finger. Eyes getting heavy I just wait for her to fall asleep, maybe I might fall with her.
AWH how cute! By the way I'm just clearing up that in real life they are speaking Italian to each other most of the time cos ik that Ethan is not the best at English.
Just clearing that up:)
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FanfictionAfter her mother died Émeline had been searching for fun and doing spontaneous things in her life. That all comes true when her best friend Victoria (Måneskin) needs her to take Thomas's place on tour from an unfortunate event. All her wishes are st...
