Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

Drunk Thoughts

Arianna

I immediately went back to LA after talking to Travis. I've been so upset that I couldn't even think straight. It's been two days since the argument at Arrowhead Stadium, and I'm still reeling from the confrontation. The TMZ article made everything worse, with texts and calls flooding in from friends and family asking if I'm okay. I hate TMZ so much; they're vultures preying on my misery.

My friend Miley came over, noticing the state I was in. I sat on the couch, my eyes puffy from crying.

"Spill, Ari," Miley said, sitting next to me and handing me a glass of wine. "What happened?"

I took a sip, trying to steady my voice. "Travis and I had a huge fight. I told him I needed a break. I've been feeling confused and lonely, and I almost kissed Theo. He got so angry and said things... I just... I don't know what to do."

Miley's eyes widened. "Theo? Your guitar player? Damn, girl. But seriously, fuck Travis. You don't need him. He needs you."

I shook my head, tears welling up again. "I love him, Miley. I really do. But everything's such a mess."

Miley pulled me into a hug. "I know, babe. But you can't let this eat you up. You need to take care of yourself first."

After a few moments of silence, Miley pulled back and looked at me with a mischievous smile. "Let's go out. You need a distraction. Some fun. Let's hit a club and just dance our worries away."

I hesitated, but Miley's enthusiasm was contagious. "Alright," I agreed. "Maybe a night out will help."

We called up some other friends, including Vanessa Hudgens, Megan Thee Stallion, Doja Cat, and Alexa Demie, and decided to hit one of LA's hottest clubs. The music was loud, the lights were dazzling, and for a few hours, I managed to forget my troubles.

As soon as we arrived, the VIP treatment kicked in. We were ushered to a private table, and the drinks started flowing. We took shots of tequila, the burning sensation a welcome distraction from the turmoil in my heart.

"To forgetting all our problems!" Miley shouted, raising her glass.

"To having a good time!" Vanessa added, clinking her glass against Miley's.

"To living in the moment!" Doja chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"To hot girls and hot messes!" Megan added with a laugh.

We downed our shots, the alcohol quickly warming me up and loosening the knots of tension in my shoulders. The DJ played a mix of our favorite songs, and soon we were all on the dance floor, losing ourselves to the rhythm of the music.

Miley and Vanessa were dancing wildly, their energy infectious. Doja Cat and Alexa Demie were dancing together, and I couldn't help but join in, letting the music take over. The bass thumped in my chest, and for the first time in days, I felt a sense of freedom.

Laughter and cheers filled the air as we danced and sang along to the songs. I twirled around with Miley, our arms linked as we moved to the beat. Vanessa, Megan, Doja Cat, and Alexa joined in, and we formed a circle, dancing and shouting the lyrics at the top of our lungs.

Between dances, we took more shots, the alcohol making everything blur pleasantly. The club's neon lights painted everything in vibrant hues, and I felt a giddy, carefree happiness that I hadn't felt in a long time.

As the night wore on, the music slowed down, and we retreated to our table. We ordered more drinks and sat back, talking and laughing about everything and nothing.

"You know what?" Miley said, leaning over to me. "Travis is a fool if he doesn't see how amazing you are."

"I agree," Megan said, nodding emphatically. "You deserve someone who appreciates you, not someone who makes you feel like shit."

I laughed, feeling a bittersweet pang. "Thanks, Miley. Thanks, Meg. I just hope we can figure things out."

"You will," Vanessa said confidently. "Just give it time."

We toasted again, and I felt a surge of gratitude for my friends. They had managed to pull me out of my funk, even if just for a night.

By the time we left the club, it was early morning. We piled into the car, still laughing and singing, and headed back to my place. As I stumbled into my bedroom, the alcohol fully hit me. Feeling a wave of emotions, I pulled out my phone and dialed Travis's number.

He answered on the second ring. "Arianna?"

"Travis," I slurred, my voice thick with emotion. "I want to fuck you. But you hate me, don't you?"

There was a pause on the other end. "I don't hate you, Ari. You sound drunk. We should talk when you're sober."

I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "I'm sorry, Travis. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just... I don't know what to do."

"We'll talk later, Ari. Get some rest," he said gently.

"Okay," I whispered before the call ended. Then, feeling a surge of boldness, I added, "You know, you're the best sex of my life."

Travis chuckled softly. "You're killing me right now. How much did you have to drink?"

"Enough to know I'd do anything to have sex with you right now," I mumbled, feeling a mix of longing and sadness.

"We'll talk later, Ari. Get some rest," he repeated, his voice soothing.

"Okay," I whispered before the call ended.

I dropped my phone and curled up on my bed, the weight of everything crashing down on me again. I knew we needed to talk properly, but for now, I needed sleep. As I drifted off, I hoped that somehow, we could find a way to fix things.

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache and a heavy heart. I knew I had to make a decision. I couldn't keep running away from my problems.