Chapter twelve - Drunk

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I´m sorry that I haven´t updated in a month I just had the flu and was ill for three weeks and just wrote eight different exams in school and had to study. But tomorrow are easter holidays for two weeks and I have some time to write:)

Zayn left One Direction:o They are just not one direction anymore without Zayn! I totally understand him that it is all to much and I wish him good luck for the future, but he can never be a normal 22-year old how he wants to be. I hope one direction won´t broke up in the near future and I hope they will continue even if it is not the same:(

Dear Ashton,

I had lost the fimstripe a few days ago and I was really desperate to find it. The whole day I was searching for it and I´d found it under my bed, while sitting on the floor and trying not to give. It was just lying near the back of my bed and I was really like to even spot it there. But now I have it back and I will write about the next picture. It was over a year later than the last picture from my fifteenth birthday and it is from the first time we were drunk, you know? Funny things happened when we were drunk and even now I have to laugh when I remember some things.

It was a short time after my sixteenth birthday and we were sitting in my garden and we nothing than just exchange a few words and thinking about the future. That morning we had a few men at our school who were talking about their jobs and we had the pressure to think about the future and what we wanted to do. We didn´t had to decide that day or in the next weeks but it really showed us that we had to think what we wanted to do. I hadn´t a plan for the future and even now I´m just a waitress without attempting college or doing something I was interested in. That afternoon I just wanted to figure out what I wanted in the future and I were so desperate.

"You cannot figure out what you want to do later within a day, you need time for that," you squeezed my hand and gave me encouraging smile.

"I know but I´m afraid I will not know until it is to late and I can´t do what I want anymore," I confessed and put my head in my hands.

I heard you laying back on the grass. "I´m sure you will know early enough."

"It just feels like time is running to fast," I sighed and laid next to you. Silence came over us and I listened to the sounds of some birds and the traffic in the background.

Suddenly, you jumped up. "I know what we do now."

"What?" I was slightly confussed when you took my hand and dragged me out of the garden into the house and through the front door to your car while screaming to my mum that I´m staying at your place for the night.

I kept silent the whole car becaus I knew that you wouldn´t tell me where we´re going even if I would asking constantly.

At some time of the ride you gave me confussed glances . "Why aren´t you asking where we´re going?"

"Because you wouldn´t say me it anyways," I stated and you just chuckled quietly.

"That´s true. You are smart. And there we are." You parked the car in the parkinglot in front of a little bar and we get out of the car.

"What are we doing here?"  But you just smirked and held open the door for me. I walked in you behind me and we went to the counter. We sat down and you exchanged a few words with the barkeeper which I couldn´t understand but I went along with it.

"Here are your drinks," he smiled at me and turned to the man at the end of the counter.

"What´s that Ashton?" I asked curious.

"Vodka. And now just drink it," you dragged one to me and you took the other one.

"I never had one. And I´d never even tried some alcohol," I said with an embarrassed smile.

"I know. it wíll be all good just trust me. You have to forget about the future and stop worrying for one evening. Now, enjoy." I had a little debate with myself and after seconds of evaluating pros and cons, i took the glass and took a shot. It burned really bad in my throat and I made a grimace. You must have drunken before because your face stayed the same and you just laughed at my face.

"t will get better after a few more. can we have two more, please?" you yelled in the direction of the barkeeper. He didn´t even cared that we weren´t old enough.

After three shots my sight go a little bit blurry and my movements were faster than my brain could process. It was a total different feeling and it felt good in some way. I wanted to have fun and we had pretty much fun. You just wanted me to losen up and it worked. I forgot about all my problems and after two more shots we left the bar and walked around town in the direction of the lake. We talked about everything and I giggled about stupid things. I staggered around and you helped me to walk somewhat straight. Only a few people passed us, partly because it was already late and dark outside but mainly I think because it was a night under the week and everyone had school or work the next day.

We sat at the lake and we forgot the time whie gigling and joking.

You took me to yours about two or three am and everyone was asleep. I had problems to keep quiet, because I tried to whisper what failed badly and my steps on the stairs were loud like some elephants tried to get  in the house. You gave me some boxers and a shirt from you and was drunk enough to put all my clothes off and your things on in front of you. We were friends for many years but we never changed our clothes in front of each other but I didn´t cared in that moment and you was drunk, too. I slurred some words which you couldnt understand but I couldn´t remember them the other day. We cuddeld together under the blankets but we didn´t do more whch I´m grateful for because I wanted to remember my first time.

the next day we woke up to a pretty bad hangover and school was terrible. Probably one of my worst days. Everything and everyone was just so loud and annoying and my headache was getting worse.

But I really enjoyed that night. can we get drunk together just one more time? get back to the old days were it was just you and me?

Pease write back

Your sincerely,

Brooke

I know my grammar is really bad in this chapter but it´s late. Please vote and tysm for reading:)

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