Luv Letters

26| a memory

Truthfully. I don't remember much of what happened last night after the incident.

The drink was supposed to be mine.

I was feeling overwhelmed, anxious, sort of out of it. I just wanted something to get me loose a little, the drink was supposed to be mine.

Eight Hours Earlier
11:08
Location: RCK BAR

"Seat taken?" August asked propping herself up on the barstool next to mine. I couldn't help but hide my giddy smile as her presence filled the empty space surrounding me.

"All yours." I replied tipping my drink towards her. It was my fourth drink of the night. We haven't even been at the bar for twenty minutes.

August looked uncomfortable, more or less like she didn't want to be there, at the bar, but not so much next to me. The dialogue was light, we'd exchange small laughs and smiles, but no amount of drinks could give me the balls to create an in-depth conversation with her.

Not sure if it was because I was intimidated by the guys being so protective, or if every time her and I talked, she ran off. Though, every time she did run off, I let her. I didn't stop her, call out her name, tell her to stay. I just watched her walk away.

"I'm happy you decided to come." I confided. Downing my drink, I watched as she shifted all of her focus to me, something I didn't receive from her very often.

When I first met, August, sure I thought she was pretty, but It didn't matter because even then, I still was too nervous to talk to her. I mean shit, it took me weeks just to ask the girl on a date.

But tonight, I'd realized I was tired of feeling discouraged in that sense, not regarding her personally, but the thought of becoming more than acquainted.

I suck at talking to girls, I always have. But with that said, I wanted her to be the one I broke the cycle with. Someone I could be truly vulnerable around.

Later, I'd realize I ruined every opportunity I could've ever been given.

"You know, we never finalized that date." She replied, twirling her delicious angel-touched hair. I love the way it falls across her back, and even with the longest, hardworking days, she still never failed to have it in the cutest little hairstyle.

I notice things about her that I doubt she even notices herself. My eyes are constantly on her, admiring her, loving the way she lives life, obsessed with how naturally extraordinary she truly is.

"How about I change that, hm?" I responded with a smirk. I remember the way her eyes glinted and body position shifted closer to me. The way my stomach fluttered at the brush of her bare knee against mine.

"What do you have up your sleeve, Statler?" She asked intrigued. I held out my hand for her to take, worshipping the blessing of her skin pressed firmly against mine.

Even if it was just her hand.

I guided her away from the bar and towards a table closer to the main floor. I wanted it to be a tad more secluded, but also where we could have a conversation without getting our eardrums blown off my the raging drunks pounding their fists against the bar's counter.