Miss America

Chapter 3 (edited)

i'm drunk

The night was passing by, my head was spinning. There's some sort of rap song playing through my bedroom, I felt fucking amazing.

Daisy was perched up in the alcove smoking a cigarette out the window swaying her head back and fourth. She had a cigarette in her left hand, bottle of liquor in the right.

I was twirling around the room my hands in the air, swaying my hips. My eyes find my crappy digital camera sitting on my dresser.

I snap a picture of her and throw it on my bed. She poses for a few of them, and then takes it from me.

I jokingly pose a few times allowing her to take some of me, we also take a few selfies together.

"Dance with me I love this sooong!" I listen to the beginning of 'low' by SZA.

Got another side of me
I like to get it poppin'
But these bitches in my buisness
Got me out here choosin violence

I start singing the song grabbing my friends hand making her get up to dance with me. She laughs at me and matches my energy, starting to move her hips. She grabs my hand flipping me around, keeping our intertwined hands above our heads.

I look in the mirrored door of my closet knowing how ridiculous we look. Dancing drunk in my bedroom while in pajamas, but we still look hot.

Keep it on the lowski,
I'm the lowest of the lowest

We move our bodies against eachothers. I move my hips in a circle getting lower to the ground which each word, till I can't go any lower in a sort of squatting position.

"Oh my god you're such a little freak." She laughs at me while I get back up. I would usually feel embarrassed but the way she was hyping me up made me feel okay with myself.

I rest my wrists on her hips, not grabbing them. Her wrists on my shoulders while she dances rocking her hips smoothly back and fourth.

"Sorry I got to pee." Daisy leaves to go to the bathroom, but I continue dancing on my own despite losing my partner.

I hear a knock at the door front door which scared me out of my solo dance, wondering who was knocking in the middle of the night. I turn the music down while I throw the bottle of alcohol behind my pillow, just incase it was my Aunt.

I don't know why she would knock on the door though

I know she wouldn't be mad at me for drinking, but I do know she would tell my Dad.

He would flip his shit

I go downstairs, but I realize my Uncles cars was not in the driveway, meaning it wasn't them. I get a little freaked out because the person is knocking relentlessly. Holding my breath, I try to see out the window to who it was, but I cant see who it is.

"Guys! It's just Gray, it's raining and cold!" The person on the other side yells through the door.

I sigh in relief at the fact it's Grayson and open the door, but he's not alone. Another boy is with him, he has blue eyes and is a little shorter than Grayson also slimmer. "Come on in, I was upstairs sorry."