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Kiara
This party was crowded. I had gotten drunk and I was watching all the celebrities dance while they were getting themselves drunk by drinking beer in plastic cups.
It was an after Oscars party and I was invited. Florence had made me famous among celebrities and now I was invited to events like this.
I was sipping my whiskey on ice when someone fell onto the sofa next to me. Her.
« Hey there, princess. » Aubrey said with sparkling eyes and a smirk
« Why'd you always talk like that? » I scoffed making fun of her a little
« What do you mean? » she frowned the brows not losing her smile
« Like... you always have this monotone voice and that low tone. »
« Oh shut up. » she said looking away
« Oh, don't be mad. You should take it as a compliment. »
« How's that a compliment? »
« See you did it again! »
« Argh, stop. »
I loved to mock her little habits and to laugh at her. She did the same. But in fact, I just did that to hide how weak and flustered she made me. She had that magnetic field that was so strong that it could make me fall instantly.
« Why were you talking to everyone here but me? » she asked
« I don't know... »
She touched my hand and said
« I like your dress, by the way. »
« You know why I bought it? »
« No, why? »
I smirked and leaned in to whisper in her ear
« Only bought this dress so you could take it off. »
« Not here, my love. » she said trying to hide her smile too
« Why? »
« Because... Too many people. »
The alcohol had gone to my head. I tried to sit on her but she kindly pushed me down
« No. » she chuckled
« You know there's nothing I hate more than what I can have. » I said kinda mad
« Don't be mad. We'll have all the time tonight. Just not right now. »
I sighed while hugging her waist and putting my head on her shoulder
« You know what I wanna do, right now? »
« Mhm? »
« I wanna dance. »
« Then go. »
« I wanna dance with you. Come on. »
I got up and grabbed her hands
« Come on! »
« No. » she complained « No, Kiara. I'm not a dancer. »
« Tonight you are. »
She followed me and we went on the dance floor. I danced and tried to encourage her. Finally, she started to move a little. After a few seconds, she was batshit crazy on the dancefloor. Shaking her body, swinging her arms in every sense, almost hitting Lizzie Olsen.
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General FictionMature themes All the chapters are inspired by Taylor Swift's songs. The chapters are a sequel but you don't have to read one to understand another.
