Just One Summer {Jeremiah Fisher}

Just One Drink

MENTIONS OF RAPE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT

I woke up to the sound of my door opening. I had not yet opened my eyes but I felt someone lay down next to me. "Not in the mood Belly, it's too early." I groaned, swatting at the person who I thought was Belly.

"It's eight sunshine. I know you're tired from the long drive but there's a bonfire tonight." Unless Belly had really bad morning voice, it was definitely not Belly laying next to me.

My eyes snapped open to see a pair of beautiful blue eyes extremely close to my face. I squealed, throwing my arms forward and pushing him off the bed. "Ow, good lord Faye." he groaned from where he was laying on the floor.

I leaned over the edge of the bed, tilted my head, and smiled at him. "You spooked me," I shrugged, "you said it was eight? It's my bed time." I laid back down, shutting my eyes.

I felt a tap on my nose, causing me to scrunch my nose up. Then another tap, and another. I swatted at Jeremiah's hand. "Fine, I'll get up."

I sat up and threw my legs over the side of the bed. Jeremiah was now smiling down at me. I gave him an unhappy smile before slowly lifting my hand up. "Oh! What's this?!" I exclaimed, glancing at my hand every couple seconds.

He looked at my hand confused. "Oh! Here it goes!" I flipped my middle finger up at him and laughed. He smiled and shook his head at me before putting his hands on either side of me and leaning towards me.

He was inches away from my face and I could feel the tension between us but I tried my best to ignore it. "I'll help you pick out an outfit." he gave me a sly smile.

"Oh shut up." I laughed, putting my hand on his forehead and pushing him back. I was getting ready to reject him when I got an idea. "Actually, that'd be perfect! I need help finding an outfit." I smiled at him before walking towards my closet.

I had packed a lot. Dresses, tops, shorts, you name it. I had basically packed my whole wardrobe. One thing to know about me is that I love dresses. Mostly sundresses but any dress has my heart.

I shifted through my dresses, making note of the most revealing and tight ones. I first pulled out a little purple dress with a v neckline. The dress was silk and had lace across the neckline.

"Turn around." I ordered. He grinned and turned around. I stayed facing him, making sure he didn't turn around. As I pulled the dress over my body, I turned towards the mirror.

The dress fit my body and exposed a little more cleavage then it probably should. It ended at my mid thigh. "Okay! Turn around!" I said.

He turned around and his eyes widened, resting on my chest. "Wow." he said, looking me up and down. I smiled and looked down at the ground. "Look up." he said.

"The dress doesn't compliment your beautiful eyes," he explained, "but man do you look beautiful." He continued to look at me until I couldn't take the tension anymore and turned back towards my closet.

I pulled out a red, doll dress next that had a sweetheart neckline. I told Jeremiah to turn around and he did, giving me the same smirk as before.

I took the purple dress off and pulled the red one over my head which also went to mid thigh. "Okay, you can look."

He turned around with the same little sparkle in his eye. "It's a pretty dress, but it's too lose. It doesn't show any of your curves. Plus the red still doesn't compliment your bright green eyes."

"Yeah, you're right." I looked through my dresses again and my eyes landed on a blue dress. It was a tight dress that fell right under my butt. It had a v neckline.