Forbidden Love (gxg)

chapter 7

'Cara is the perfect Kate in my eyes :p'

Blithe's POV

That night, Kate drives us to her house. Both of us agreeing that me going home in my current state (piss drunk and unable to walk in a straight line) was not a good idea, my parents would probably have a fit and I'd undoubtedly get in big trouble.

She half helps me walk inside and half carries me, arms around my waist to keep me from falling on my face. Kate is such a good friend.

"I know I am."

Did I say that out loud?

"Yes." She says with a chuckle, I Oh and rest my head on her shoulder as she leads the way.

We make our way through her house, trying our best not to make noise. Which is saying something, with one of us being piss drunk and Kate trying her best to keep me up. It takes a while, tripping now and again, mostly because of my short attention span.

She opens her bedroom door while simultaneously trying not to drop me in the process. Her face scrunches up in concentration, pink tongue poking out of her mouth in that adorable childlike way. When she finally gets it open and I see the bed, I immediately get out of her hold and face plant on her bed, kicking off the heels I have on.

I snuggle against the covers as Kate discards her jacket in the background, she starts to take of her boots and then finally makes her way towards me.

"I kissed Jade!" I slur into the mount of various pillows and what?. My heart gives an odd pang with the realization of the situation. Me, plain old Blithe, had kissed Jade. Not just kissed but full on made out, with tongue!

I finally did the do! Or at least one of the do's?

It was baffling and just thinking about it made an exciting shrill run through my body. I felt giddy, nervous and nauseous all at the same time, not being able to choose what emotion to stick with.

Until I realize that she probably won't even remember and if she does, she'll probably never talk to me or worse, hate me. Just the thought hits me like a bucket of ice. My body goes rigid and tense as my heart pumps vigorously against my chest.

"What? I cant hear you when your face is in all those pillows." Her voice rings out from beside me, voice laced with drunken amusement. I shake myself out of my thoughts and turn to her, half my face squished in the soft fabric. Not going to think about it, not gonna' think about it-

"Why do you own so many pillows?" I ask Kate instead, lifting my head from the soft material. I purposely avoid the subject completely and try to ignore the mess of thoughts in my head. Taking the cowardly way out, what's new?

She stares at me, hip cocked to one side and a perfectly sculpted brow raised. She's probably going for the strict no-bullshit look but fails by the way her mouth involuntarily twitches every now and again, apparently trying not to smile.

"I like pillows." She says simply, shrugging one shoulder. I 'mhm' in response and reach behind me to where the dress' zipper is located.

"Can you help me with the zipper?" I ask but probably sounds more like 'ken yuh hep wiff da zippu?'

She makes her way towards me, mumbling something that sounds vaguely like 'fucking light weight' and then next thing I know her hands are unzipping the skin tight dress, until it feels like I can breathe again. I roll over and start slipping off the dress but fail miserably. The blonde waits a few minutes, watching me struggle until she takes pity and pulls it off. I grumble happily and squeal with joy when she throws a t-shirt at me. Kate is such a nice friend.