~Opposites Attract~

Drunk In Love

Aleigha finally told Duncan, good for her, but he changed dramatically. I mean, you should have seen his face when he told her, he looked like he was about to pass out or something. Then it came time for the aftermath, and by that I mean alcohol. Mike tried countless times offering me one, after he was a bit tipsy of course, but he knew I wasn't supposed to drink, and I wouldn't, same as Aleigha. Me and her just chilled on the couch, laughing about the videos of Alana on my phone. Alana was a wild child, especially when she found Duncan's bong, that little fuck, I could've killed him. She picked it up, running around with it, and he chased her, making her squeal and giggle. I couldn't help myself anymore, and got up with them, knowing I could get her. She threw it before I could get it from her, and ended up breaking it....great. I apologized to him, but he was to stoned out of his mind to even care, so I decided it was a good time to maybe start heading back. I walked back into the living room with Alana on my hip, and you could literally see the fire in my eyes, or were those tears? Aleigha tried desperately to get Mike off of her, pushing him away, but he wasn't giving up, which is why I had to make him.

"Fuck off!!! We're leaving" I order, slapping him upside his fucking head.

"Ow..." He whines, putting his hand where I slapped him. I apologized to Aleigha, but she stayed silent, and I drug Mike up by his ear, pulling him outside. He looked like a little kid who was pouting, and pushed me away, stumbling to the car. I opened the passengers side door for him, and he slumped in, closing it with a slam. I walked back around to my side after strapping Alana in her car seat, and drove off, not saying a word.

"I thought it was you..." He mumbles, and I glance at him, his head hung.

"Yeah, because I have blonde hair and blue eyes right? You might be drunk or high, but god dammit Mike, you're not fucking color blind are you?" I argue back, I was mad at him, and he knew he was in trouble with me.

"It's not my fault" He yells back, and I roll my eyes, continuing to drive.

"Then who's fault is it? Mine? You're just like a fucking baby, I can't leave you alone for two seconds without you doing something completely retarded" I yelled. He scoffed at me, and tried changing the subject.

"Oh so you're calling Alana retarded then?" He asks, that little prick. I stomped hard on the brakes, making him jolt forward, and shot him a glare.

"Do you really wanna go there? Because this is my fucking car, I'll make you walk home" I threaten. He shoots me a nasty glare, and lets out a sigh, holding his head up with his hand and looking out the window. I drive off, going back home, both of us saying no words.

I pulled up in the drive, him getting out quickly like the pouter he was, but I just rolled my eyes, the idiot couldn't get in without a key...dumbass. He tried opening the door, and kicked it when he realized how stupid he was.

"Okay, calm down there big boy, we don't need any destruction of property" I sighed, and he shot me a smartass look. I opened it for him, and he walked in, well...stomped in. Alana was asleep pretty much the whole way home, so I put her to bed, and went back to my room where he laid on the bed pouting.

"I'm taking a shower" I inform to him, and he rolls over on his back away from me, pulling the blanket all the way over him. I couldn't help but laugh, and grabbed some clothes to go in with. I cleaned myself up, washing my hair and body, then stepped out, having to hold onto the sink. I was lightheaded like I was most of the time, and took a minute before reaching for the towel....where's my fucking towel?! I see, he wants to play a game well guess what...I'm the fucking winner. My clothes and any other possible thing to cover me up was gone, making me sigh.

"Give me my clothes!!!" I shout, knowing he could hear me.

"What clothes?" He asks back, right outside the door. I opened it quickly and with a slam, and hit something. I peeked around it, and he stood there, holding his nose.

"God damn, you don't have to be that big of a bitch do you?" He asks, making me feel just a tiny bit guilty.

"Fuck you" I spit back, and grab my clothes off the bed, stepping into them quickly. He was in the bathroom when I turned around, and I got in bed, not even caring. He came back out, a rag held against his face, and I couldn't help but worry.

"Seriously, stop faking" I sigh, and he shoots me a look. He pulled the rag away, blood coming from his nose, and I felt pretty bad at this point.

"I think you broke my nose" He sighs, but had a chuckle with it. I got up, going over to him, and looked at it...shit...I think I really did break it.

"C'mon, I'll take you to the hospital" I sigh, and pull a jacket on.

"It's fine....just hurts a bit" His voice muffled by the rag.

"Good, you don't deserve my help anyways" He rolled his eyes at that comeback, but I still felt guilty, and helped him clean it up.

"You know if you weren't such a dick and didn't take my clothes this never would've happened" I say, and he rolls his eyes.

"C'mon, I was just trying to have a little bit of fun" He whines back, and I look him dead in the eyes.

"I think you've had enough fun for one night" I reply, and crawl into bed after I get done with his sorry ass.

"Why are you still mad at me? It was obviously a mistake" He argues, raising his voice, but I didn't feel like putting up with his shit.

"Good, then you'll learn from it" I simply say, getting an aggravated sigh in return. A smirk comes to his lips, and he pulls my body to him with his legs around mine.

"Are you sure there isn't a way I can make it up to you?" He asks, and I give him a glare.

"I'm sure, sorry to let you and your little buddy down, now get off of me" I hiss, pushing him away. He growled in the back of his throat, and stormed up, leaving the room with a slam of the door. Great, now he's mad at me, I feel even shittier, and he woke Alana up, dickhead. They can't get what they want so they get mad instead, great logic guys.