Stay Peachy

Chapter Eight - Don't Kiss and Tell

I push back to the living room to see that my parents were stood up. I look at the time and realise everyone had been down for four hours. My brother looks at me with a small frown as he pulled his shoes on. Once he's ready to go, he moves over and wraps me in a hug.

"You are worth so much more," he whispers in my ear, then he pulls away. He looks one last time between Sierra and me before he leaves. My parents hug me quickly and follow my brother.

And then there were six. Only six of us left to drink the rest of this alcohol I had generously bought.

Audrey grinned widely as she lifted a litre bottle of vodka. My eyes widened as Zack brings in six shot glasses. I look around to everyone else who are laughing and talking, Audrey decided that she wanted to turn up the volume of the music and I shook my head with a big smile on my face before grabbing a glass out of Zack's hand.

Fuck it. Let loose. Yolo? I'm not an old woman, I'm 22 for god's sakes, but you can sure as hell count on me to act like one.

I glance over at Sierra, her black turtleneck looked so good on her, fitting her in all the right places.

Now with it off...

Bro, get your mind out the gutter.

I watch as my best friend fills my shot, my stomach swirling as I mentally prepare myself. Part of me always hated waiting until everyone's glass was full because I'd rather just get it down quickly.

After everyone lifted there shot to their lips we all threw our heads back. The liquid burned down my throat quickly and I scrunch my face up. Why do I put myself through this?

"Oh fucking hell!" Sierra groans and my eyebrows raise. Trying to stop myself from staring at her was almost impossible.

Everyone hums in agreement and we go for another... and we had finished two bottles in between the six of us as well as the beer and cider.

By the end of the night we were all singing together and decided to call it a night.

"Eden?" Audrey's slurs and I take her outstretched hand, "I'm gonna just sleep here. This couch is comfy." I think if she moves there's a good chance all of that liquid drank would end up on my rug.

"Okay, Rey. I'll get everyone some water," I move over to the kitchen grabbing five glasses, filling them with water and ice and then placing them next to my friends.

I look over to everyone who were about to pass out and I wave to them, saying goodnight.

Pushing into my room I move over to my closet, pulling out my pyjamas before tugging them on.

"Hey," Sierra's voice broke the silence and I whip around.

"Hey." I respond, chewing at the inside of my cheek.

I don't like the heaviness when she's around. My chest grows tight and I need to desperately claw for air.

"I'm really drunk right now and I know I'm going to regret this..." she moves her way towards me, her lips connecting with my neck. I let my eyes shut and my hand tangled in her hair.

I needed this. The more her hands touched the more desperate I got. The more my hands roamed and the more a moan threatened to escape my throat.

What is going on? Please tell me this is another dream. This felt more real. My hands rested against Sierra's chest as she pulled back, staring into my eyes. Searching for a go-ahead.

"Sierra..." my voice trailed off as I searched her face.

She looked pale, regret clearly along her face.

"I shouldn't have done that- I'm sorry," I grab her wrist as she pulled away, stopping her from completely leaving.

I furrow my brows, trying to will my body to do something, anything. I want to throw myself onto her. But all I can do is press her hand against my chest so she could feel my heartbeat.

"This is how you make me feel." I press my lips into a line and she withdraws her hand and disappears into the living room.

I feel my heart drop as I gasp a breath, looking around trying to process what just happened.

And as if nothing happened I pulled on the rest of my pyjamas. Ignoring the fact I could still feel her lips against my neck... her hands on my skin.

Ten minutes after everything went down, my door creaked open and Sierra stood there, a spare change of clothes and pyjamas scrunched into her arms.

"Can I stay?" was all she said. I nod and she moves to my vanity, dropping the pile on my chair. She quietly picked out her pyjamas, holding eye contact with me as she pulled off her clothing, tugging her black turtleneck over her head, exposing her breasts and toned stomach.

I inhaled quickly and glanced away, who knew a blank wall could be so interesting.

I didn't move my gaze until the bed dipped next to me. I absentmindedly looked over to her, her back facing me. I could see the curves and indents from her back, the spaghetti straps of her shirt accentuated the dimples in her shoulders.

Everything in me wanted to reach my hand out and run my hand over her back.

I snap myself out of my daze and shift to get comfortable. Trying desperately to ignore my back touching hers. Skin against skin and her presence was enough to keep me up all night.

Why did I let her stay in my room? For god sakes, our booties are pressed against each other. Jesus Christ.

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Currently desperately putting off a history assessment that's due on monday- pray for me that i don't fail college.

and i wrote just peachy when i was like 16, looking back on it i cringe so badly, i really don't know how it's gotten so popular.