'til forever falls apart | gracie abrams

7 - every time i get too close

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"Melie, I can't do that," Gracie shook her head.

"Why not?" The blonde girl whined, face still buried in Gracie's skin as she breathed her in.

It wasn't that Gracie didn't want to. She did, god she wanted to kiss her so bad it lit her skin on fire. But she didn't want to ruin her friendship with Amelie, and she knew that when she woke up in the morning, if she remembered what happened, there was a good chance the blonde girl would never speak to her again. Gracie thought she might die.

"Because you're not thinking straight right now I can't do that to you. You'll regret it in the morning," Gracie informed, "And you have a boyfriend."

"He's mean. I don't love him," Amelie groaned, nestling closer into Gracie, "Madi, please?"

"What? Amelie, what are you talking about?" Gracie pulled back, "What do you mean Sylas is mean?"

"Who's Sylas?" Amelie questioned.

"What do you mean 'Who's Sylas'? Sylas is your boyfriend," Gracie informed, "Melie, how much have you had to drink?"

"No," Amelie shook her head, "Diego is my boyfriend. I don't know who this 'Sylas' is."

"Melie, you're not making any sense," Gracie was growing more concerned with every word that left the blonde girl's mouth, "How much have you had to drink?"

"I don't know. Maybe a couple bottles," Amelie slurred, a lazy smile appearing on her face, "Eres hermosa."

"Of beer?" Gracie raised an eyebrow in skepticism.

She also didn't speak Spanish.

Even though she herself did not drink, she knew enough to know that a couple bottles of beer shouldn't make anyone drunk to the point that Amelie was. Something was wrong.

"No, beer tastes horrible," Amelie shook her head, "Brandy tastes much better. Especially if you get the good stuff from across the border in Cognac!"

"Amelie, you're scaring me," Gracie told her, "I'm gonna go get Sylas-"

"No! No, please," Amelie gripped onto the hem of Gracie's shirt, "Please stay with me."

"Melie, I-"

"Please, I don't want to go home," Amelie cried into Gracie's neck, wetting the fabric on the collar of her shirt as she held on to the brunette tighter, "I need to leave Spain."

"Okay, I'm gonna call Mia and ask her to get Sylas, okay? I'm not going anywhere," Gracie pulled her phone from out of her pocket and held Amelie closer.

She received no response from the blonde girl. Concerned, Gracie peeled away from Amelie, noticing the slowing of her breath and the way she couldn't hold her own weight upright. Amelie had passed out, the tension still etched on her face, her hair messy from the night. Gracie placed a finger under Amelie's nose to check that she was still breathing, exhaling in relief when she confirmed that she was.

Gracie pulled her phone out of her pocket, dialing Mia's number and asking her to find Sylas, wherever he was. She held Amelie close to her, careful not to let her fall off the desk. This is why Gracie never went to parties.

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Amelie and Gracie did not talk again after that incident. Not even when school started back up again after winter break and they would occasionally see each other in the hallways or in class. The blonde girl had reached out a couple times, apologizing to Gracie profusely for embarrassing herself and making her worry, but Gracie had only brushed it off with an 'it's okay' or an 'I don't mind'. Gracie had not accepted any of Amelie's invites to the beach thereafter, and did her best to rid herself of the memory of that night. Neither of them brought up the kiss.