Honey Whiskey

James

I saw Honey Whiskey walk in with my roommate's arm around her neck. I feel a ping in my chest that feels like I must have missed my chance with her until I notice Jake's arm is around another girl's neck too. Whiskey doesn't seem like the type of girl to fall for Jake's shit and my assumption is proven to be right when I see Jake take a blonde upstairs with him. The blonde was the other girl he had his arm around, so I'm thinking the blonde and Whiskey are friends. I'll have to ask her later when I have a chance to talk to her, but I'm currently stuck listening to Christina complain to me about how unfair it is that I don't feel the same for her as she does me, and how we could have been the best couple in the history of couples at Wood Dale. Christina and I had a short-lived fling during my junior year. I thought I made it abundantly clear that I did not want anything more than casual sex, but something was lost in translation because she thought I was going to ask her to marry me. Marriage never appealed to me, but maybe that's because I never found the right girl to picture it with. Maybe that girl is Whiskey... Damn, I'm getting ahead of myself. 

"Are you even listening to me!?" Christina yells, as she clamps her hand on my jaw and turns my face toward her. "Of course, I'm listening!" I lie, "It's just the same shit every time and I'm sorry but I'm over it. I don't mean to be a dick, but you need to find somebody new and move on from me." Tears begin to form in her brown eyes, but all I can think about is how her eyes are like a mud brown and they're nowhere near as pretty as Whiskey's are. I'm an asshole, I know. Suddenly, I'm jerked from picturing eyes that resemble honey-flavored whiskey as a hand is slapped across my face. Before I can register what happened, Christina is walking away. I sigh as I lean my back against the wall and tilt my head up toward the ceiling. I feel like asking God why he cursed me with such crazy females, but I think against it because I do this to myself. I reach my hand up and begin to rub the sting away and walk down the stairs. I really fucking need to find Whiskey, the drink, and the girl. 

I'm in the kitchen taking a shot when I hear some commotion in the living room. They typically play Spin the Dare in there, and I'm sure I'm about to see some tits and ass, preferably womens, but you never know with this game. As I round the corner, I see Kenna and Jess ripping Ashlyn's shirt over her head. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yell. I can see the tears in Ashlyn's eyes from where I stand. I'm quick with taking my shirt off and jumping over the coffee table so that I land in front of her in a matter of seconds and pull my shirt over her head. I can feel her shaking and tears are sliding down her face. "Chill out, it's just a game." Jess says, while Kenna chimes in, "Yeah, I didn't think she was going to be such a fucking prude." "FUCK both of you. Get the fuck out of my house." I yell while pulling Ashlyn gently up off the couch. You would think she has hypothermia with the way she's shaking. I don't even listen to whatever bullshit the girls are spewing, and I hope Ashlyn isn't either.

 I put my arm around her and start walking her to the stairs so I can take her somewhere quiet and hopefully she'll be able to calm down. On our way up the stairs, I pass Nate and tell him to get the girls out of our house and to tell them they aren't allowed back. Nate doesn't even question it and heads their way. Not only has it been a long time coming for the girls to get kicked out, but Nate always has my back. Doesn't matter the situation or if I'm in the wrong, he'll always have my back and ask questions later. 

We make our way down the hallway and past the other doors that line the hallway to my room which is the master at the end. I have four roommates, Nate, Jake, Hughie, and Ryan. We all get along fairly well, except I constantly have a wary feeling when I'm around Ryan. Nate swears he's a good guy and that I should give him a chance, but my gut feelings are almost always right. And my gut is telling me to keep a close eye on the dude. My arm is still around Ashlyn when we walk into my bedroom. Thank god I cleaned up earlier, otherwise, I'd be embarrassed as hell. She's walking like a robot and is shaking like a leaf. I sit her down on my bed and crouch in front of her. She still has tears streaming down her face, but there's an empty look in her eyes and it sends another ping to my heart. "Are you okay?" I finally ask her. I don't want to cross any boundaries but I feel like she needs some comfort so cautiously I begin to rub my hands along the outside of her arms like my mother used to do when I was a young boy and cold. Ashlyn still hasn't said a word, so I try my best to comfort her with my words. "Whiskey, look, those people are assholes. They should have never touched you. I will make sure they regret doing so, and I need you to believe me when I say that they will never touch you again. Nobody will ever embarrass you like that again, you have my word."

 This seems to grab her attention because her vacant eyes swing toward me. "This is the second time that you saved me today... We don't even know each other. Why are you being so nice to me?" Her voice is shaky while she speaks, but I'm just glad she's talking to me. I smile at her and say, "I'd like to think that we're friends, Whiskey. Only friends give away nicknames for free." She gives me a watery smile and begins to stand. No, no... please stay in here with me. I need you to be okay. I'm mentally kicking myself for not finding her sooner. This could have been avoided if I wasn't getting scolded by Christina... Fucking Christina, she always finds a way to ruin shit for me. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" A small voice asks me, pulling me from my thoughts. "Oh! Yeah, of course." I say as I stand up straight and put my hands in my pockets. Why am I feeling so awkward? This isn't who I am. She was right earlier when she said that we don't know each other, so why is my body reacting the way it is around her. Ashlyn slowly walks to the bathroom and when she turns to shut the door, she gives me another weak smile. While she's in there, I should go and make sure Nate got those girls out of my house. "Hey, uh... Whiskey, I'm going to be right back. If you finish before I get back, you can stay in my room if you want. Just to, you know, chill." I bang my head against the doorframe and cringe at my awkwardness. Smooth, you fucking idiot. Why is this girl making me lose all of my self-control? I ask myself while I head downstairs.