Stick to the Plan

Ch.4: Possibilities💋

A/N: This chapter is explicit so if you're not into that skip to the next one. Also don't be afraid to comment! I love a good comment.

The sun was fully gone, darkness ensued around us save for the blazing fire, and I never wanted to leave her side.

As if the night could get any better than this, Morgan produced a pack of ice-cold wine coolers to share. She handed me a pink one as she sipped on a blue one.

"You need like eight of these to get drunk, but they're still nice, right?" Morgan asked my opinion.

"Very. I love these. They were the first thing I ever drank. I was at a pool party in my neighborhood in high school," I said, reminiscing about a time when I had zero friends and had to have my mom invite me to stuff. I didn't tell Morgan this, though. That would be too embarrassing.

"Yeah, they're chill. Literally," Morgan joked.

I didn't want to drink too much, but just enough to feel a little buzz. And buzzed I was. Morgan's face was looking lovelier than ever. The high cheekbones, the jawline, the everything. I was hooked on it.

Morgan noticed my staring but didn't say anything to stop it, just stared right back. She'd had more than me since she wasn't driving, and I could see it in her eyes. Her pupils were dilated, almost morphing her irises.

Or maybe it wasn't the alcohol that was causing this. Maybe she just... liked me.

That was hard to believe. Who could like a naive, lonely little nerd like me? I mean, yeah, I'll admit it, I'm fairly pretty, but still. That's just a baseline. It takes more than looks to attract someone. Well, any decent person who's not shallow.

But I guess I was attracting Morgan with my personality and not just my looks alone. That made me feel accomplished at least. Hopefully I'd feel this fulfilled in my college courses, but I doubted it.

We continued our little staring contest, Morgan drinking her fifth wine cooler, looking cooler than the beverage as she tipped it into her mouth. I watched those lips as they made contact with the bottle, wanting them all over me all of a sudden. I took a sip, settling into this feeling, trying to further process it.

Finally one of us broke the silence between us save for the waves crashing onto the shore monstrously.

The ocean was a whole different beast at night.

"I wanna play one more song. Just for you," Morgan told me, getting her guitar out of its case again. I got excited, crossing my legs and facing her. A whole song, just for me? No one has ever, and I mean ever, played me a song before. My ex wasn't exactly musically inclined.

But there were a few things she did like; gaslighting and manipulation!

Morgan began the song, and it went something like this,

A/N: If you want you can put the song on while you read. It's called Homegirl by King Princess.

They stare when you walk in the room like they're lookin at heaven

Oh you know that those boys will do more than just look if you let 'em

And I don't wanna be like them with you

But you still look at me like him

And you taste like danger but I feel so safe in your arms

Already chills were erupting all over me at the sound of that haunting voice singing the melody. The lyrics carried me to another place within my mind, a distant memory of a time gone by, like hearing a lullaby in your adulthood that you used to fall asleep to as a kid.