My ceiling spun above me as I was laying in my bed. The sounds of a bed squeaking in the room next to mine kept me awake. There were only two bedrooms upstairs, mine and Carson's. Mason's room was down in the basement. This was a common occurrence, Carson always has company late at night. I glanced at my alarm clock, it read 3:27 am. Daisy was quietly snoring next to me in bed, she was too intoxicated to try and get home by herself.
"Oh Carson!" I muffled scream poured into my room. Jesus fucking christ they've been going at it for over an hour! It was driving me insane. I decided to go downstairs and get a glass of water to escape the horrible noises.
The party was basically over with just a few people lingering, most of which were passed out. Including Mason, who was sprawled out on the couch with some random woman underneath him. The reality of living with two frat boys was quite grim.
I fill my glass up with cold water and start my journey back upstairs. As I am about to turn my door handle, a girl with messy red hair exists Carson's room. She smiles awkwardly at me before scurrying downstairs and out the front door. The man himself appears in the door frame and we make eye contact. "Hey, Dally." He smirks. I was definitely still drunk because he looked gorgeous. All sweaty and lean, only wearing his green boxers.
"You were being pretty loud." I slur.
"And you are pretty drunk." Carson chuckled causing me to frown.
I realized I haven't seen him since we came home from the store. "Where were you during the party?"
"I hooked up with Chelsea pretty early." I crinkled my nose up in disgust.
"So you've been up here with her this entire time?"
"No, the girl that just left is named Alyssa." He says coyly.
"You hooked up with two girls in one night?!" My eyes were huge and my jaw was slack as he openly told me this information. Carson was usually a pretty quiet guy. At least towards me anyways.
"Actually, I've slept with three girls all together today."
"Why?" I couldn't stop myself from asking, laughing at my own question a little.
"I don't know, Dallas. It feels good. I like fucking. Why are you asking so many fucking questions about my life?" He burned holes right through me. Well, damn. Now he's being the asshole I know and love.
"You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been asking so many personal questions. I guess I am just drunk." I nervously twirled my light brown hair and looked at my feet.
I heard Carson sigh and I felt him place his hands on my chin and gently pushed upwards so I was looking at him. I noticed that he had a few light freckles from the sun.
"It's okay." He kissed my forehead which sent butterflies to my stomach.
But then he patted me on the head, "Go to bed. You need to start getting on schedule for school. And no more drinking while you're on your meds." All the butterflies died. He was so brotherly it made me want to throw up. Was I really just swooning over Carson?
"Uh, goodnight. Bro." I stuttered, turning on my heel and hightailing it to my bedroom.
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"Are you excited for the first day of school tomorrow?" Mason asks while we sit in the waiting room for my physical therapy session. I have to do it for 12 weeks and I'm currently on week 9. which means it's been that long since we've lost mom and dad.
"Not really."
"I know it's hard returning to normalcy after everything but we can't just stay inside forever. Especially you. You haven't really left the house much since coming back from the hospital and-"
"Dallas Cooper?" His lips pressed into a thin line when the nurse called my name. I was extremely thankful to be saved from that lecture.
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Loving Dallas
Romance"It's just as hard to let you in, as it is to let you go" Dallas Cooper became a different person after being in a car wreck that took her parents' lives. She was reckless and would do anything to escape her grief. Even if 'doing anything' included...
