Signed /Dream Team/

40

I don't think I feel alarmed by Clay's words. If anything, it makes me want him more. And Nick too. And anyone. I just want someone.

Nick hangs up on Clay. I smile at his wise decision and we attempt to take our shots.

"Ready?" He speaks, and I reach to grab my drink.

The glass was wet from the last time I spilled some of the vodka, so I'm not surprised that it slips from my hands and turns over on the table. Good thing alcohol evaporates and there's no need to clean it up.

"Shit, hold on," I grab the bottle that seems heavier than the last time even though there's way less liquid in it and pour myself another shot, "there we go."

Nick's eyelids are getting heavier but the smile is still there when we take the shots. At this point, we're both so used to the feeling that we can't even change our facial expressions on purpose.

Whatever.

I shift closer to him on the couch and he puts the shot glasses away to free our hands. I giggle when Nick puts his hand on my thigh and pulls me onto his lap.

Oh shit, he really was next.

The distance between us is minimal, which makes me nuzzle his neck cause it smells good, "Is this the new bodywash?"

"Yeah," Nick wastes no time wrapping his arms around my body.

"Your skin smells delicious," I feel intoxicated breathing on his neck.

"Take a bite then," his low raspy voice awakens something in me.

I'm so off-balance that I have to take my time cause I'm scared I'll bite the couch accidentally. And I should've valued the time I had, that was the worst decision I've ever made.

I hear the door swing shut and things happen in a matter of a second. I close my eyes thinking that I was getting abducted by the aliens when my body got lifted up from the couch. Then they took me to Clay's room and threw me on the bed. Only when I couldn't feel them touching me anymore, did I open my eyes.

Oh sorry, it wasn't the aliens, it was Clay. Or should I say Clayiens.

I start laughing hysterically at my own joke, softly rocking side to side on the bed as Clay throws his gym bag on the floor and leaves the room.

I hear him yelling at Nick in the living room but can't tell what he's saying. I hear a few lines like what the fuck did you do and why did you drink? He sounds so hot cursing that I prepare myself not to drool when he comes here and starts yelling at me. And if I drool, I hope it's only from my mouth.

Time passes, not sure how much of it, but it passes. So I get impatient waiting for Clay and decide to go find him myself. As I sit up and the whole room spins, I look up to make sure it's not an earthquake and the ceiling is not collapsing on me.

Shit, I think the earth hit a really bad turbulence.

I still attempt to stand up though, and-

Ouch.

"Ooowwww~" I whine from the floor. Something hurts, I'm not sure what it is.

By the time Clay runs to the room, I start laughing imagining myself falling from the bed. And from how confused he looks, my laugh transforms into a wheeze.

I found it funny how I didn't even know where it hurt, but turns out my body's smarter than me. I rub the back of my head involuntarily and that's the only way I find out what I hit.

"What the- are you okay?" Clay kneels infront of me.

I wish I was the one kneeling infront of him.

"I think I hit my head," I hope he understands what I'm saying cause I feel like my tongue is too heavy to move properly and I'm wheezing in between words.