𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 : 𝐂𝐆 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

𝐒𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

Athena's POV

"It's okay if you don't want to get drunk, Athena...I'm just saying, with all the pressure you put on yourself" she shrugged with a smile, glass bottle to her lips. "I'm fine Mel, someone needs to take care of you anyways" I crossed my arms, walking away when she offered me a puff from her vape.

I honestly don't know what I'm doing here...well actually I do. I'm a total loser who doesn't have anywhere else to be on New Year's. I don't drink or smoke, I don't find it as fun as other people do. It just doesn't catch my attention.

"Hey! Uhm...Tina right?" I shook my head at the drunk next to me. "Athena, how's your drink?" "Oh I'm sorry, Athena it's...it's good" he smiled. "I was wondering if you wanna come smoke with us downstairs? We got the good stuff" he shook a little bag full of weeds in front of me. "No thank you, but I'm fine" "Oh come on! We see how hard you work. Let yourself let go, baby" he started getting closer to me and I pushed him off me. An "ohh" coming from the crowded room.

"Fuck off" I walked away, thinking about how awkward it would be with Mel later. She wants me to get drunk, high. She wants me to do it so I can fit in but I don't care.
And the peer pressure isn't starting to encourage me it's just annoying. Maybe I should overdose on the random drugs these kids take so they can finally shut up. And maybe some of them would stop putting these toxins into their bodies. But I'm sure they wouldn't care, not even Mel.

I made my way upstairs, pulling on the locked doorknobs until I found an unlocked room. I lay on the bed, noticing the figure sitting at the window. "Shit, you scared me" they turned. It was a long-haired boy. Brown eyes with an E-boy style outfit. "Sorry" "I Like your necklaces" three layered silver chains, one with letters that spelled out the name "Ash"

"Who's Ash?" He laid next to me, not too close which made me comfortable. "She's my best friend" "She here with you?" He shook his head. "I'm with my roommate, he's totally shit-faced right now so he needs a sober ride home" I nodded, being in the same situation. "Yea, me too" I covered my face with my hands, letting out a yawn. "I can't believe it's almost New years...and I'm in a locked bedroom with a stranger" I wiped my eyes, smiling to myself.

"This your first time?" "Nope," I shook my head. "Tell me about it, I feel like an unpaid babysitter" I laughed, sitting up on the bed, my knees up to my chest and my head on my shoulder. "Maybe I should do some drugs, it could be fun" "Don't do drugs, it's so unattractive" I added. "Okay, then what is attractive?" I felt a wave of boldness slash over me, a small smirk on my lips.

"boys with brown curly hair are super...attractive" Okay, I'll admit it I took a couple of shots before I got here. I could finally feel them kicking in. Part of why I'm so bitter about alcohol is that it just doesn't work for me, it makes me bold, makes me do things I'll regret but I know I'm doing it.

"Are you sure you're not drunk?" He gave me a side look and I shook my head. "Sober as ever" I smiled. I checked the time on my phone, also looking for any messages only to be met with an empty notification box.
"20 minutes till New years" I sighed. I laid my head on the pillow, him moving to lie down next to me. I turned to face him, his face sprinkled with light brown freckles and a pink blush. "You're really cute" he scoffed.
"I know" I was not expecting that. "Cocky much?"

That feeling of boldness came back when I touched the tip of his nose, tracing all his features including his lips. "that feels so nice" I smiled to myself, my hands making their way into his dark brown hair. "You straighten it?" I noticed a small piece of hair that was a little curly at the end. "I missed a piece didn't I?" I nodded. "Why do you straighten it?" He shrugged, "Guess I just don't feel like dealing with it".

"Curly hair is beautiful, you'd look so good with it too" he shook his head. "You can style it for me" he looked up, trying to wink at me, making me cringe. "Maybe don't" I laughed, pushing down on his head so his hair covered his eyes.

"I like your hair too, it's nice" "I have the most basic hair ever" he scoffed. "There is no such thing as basic hair, the person is the one who makes the hair look good. You make it look good" It didn't really make sense but he was trying so it was sweet. I thanked him, taking the compliment.

Our conversation moved to the topic of Romance, our favorite movies and books. "I just want to love like...I don't know. I want to be in the kind of relationship that you see in the movies you know?" He bit down on his lip, looking up at me. "I get it, I wish all relationships were actually like that" I let out a soft chuckle, my fingers still twisting pieces of his hair.

I don't think I've ever gotten so comfortable with someone so quickly. Maybe it was the 4 shots of vodka that were swimming around in my system but I felt comfortable with him. I'm probably overthinking it but I kinda don't want this to end.

"Have you dated anyone? Like a long-term relationship?" I shook my head. "I've never been in one. I always have crushes and I had one talking stage but that failed so I kinda just gave up" I shrugged. He looked at me confused. "You've never been in a relationship? But you're so sweet and like- pretty"

"Thank you, I don't know I just like...push people away and so they don't even bother to come to me anymore" "I do that too" he sighed. "trust issue stuff" he added. "I've never been in a relationship either, I think I overthink too hard and make stuff up about them. Or I realize that the picture I painted of them in my head wasn't as pretty in real life"

"Have you ever been in love?" She shrugged. "I guess, I've loved people but they never loved me back. Have you?" I shook my head. "People tell me all the time they couldn't imagine me in a relationship. Makes me feel like I'm unlovable" he opened his mouth to talk, closing it rethinking about what he was going to say next.

"Ever since I was little my parents, they hated the idea of me getting a boyfriend. My dad cheated on my mom and ever since then, she was so against me loving anyone. She would say stuff like. "Oh, men only pull you down" and "Boys will only use you" he listened as I talked, his eyes telling me he cared. "And I guess my dad also kinda gave me trust issues, like how is another man gonna love me if my dad doesn't" I squirmed at my words, realizing I had just dumped my trauma onto him.

"Shit, sorry. That was probably an overshare" he just scoffed, his smiling lips looking back at mine. "What time is it?" I pulled out my phone. "It's 11:59" We both sat up, the bottle of whisky that was on the nightstand now in my hands. "Hurry, what's your resolution?" I smiled at him but he just bit down on his lip, Looking at me with squinted eyes. "Hey, I-"

I heard the crowd downstairs start to count down. 3, 2, 1... "happy new year?" I shrugged, taking a hard swing of the drink before looking back at the boy in front of me. Before I could process what was happening right in front of me, his lips were placed on mine. I didn't hold back, allowing myself to lean into the kiss, my whisky-filled mouth seeping into his lips every time we got closer.

I smiled into it, the stranger placing his hands on my waist as my hands ran through his hair. I felt his tongue on my mouth, making me laugh only to end the moment. "Sorry, sorry" I pulled him back in, this time the kisses were lighter, equally as enjoyable just more passionate.
My hand slid down to his chest, feeling his lightly toned body against the thin white fabric. "you're sober right?" I whispered. "Sober as ever"

A/n: lucky #13 in my drafts picked by my amazing friend cryingoverjigsaw !!!! 😉💫

Honestly I had this idea since last year but I just never started it, really liked this chapter! Lmk what you think and sorry for the late update ❤️❤️     (not checked!!!)