History Repeating

Tequila

SAM

I sat in the library on a Saturday studying some historical document. It was interesting, yes, but I'm having a hard time focusing. I've got something on my mind. Actually, I've got someone on my mind. I got up and started to walk to my dorm. Something, I never thought would happen, happened.

ELENA

I'm drunk. Actually, I'm really drunk. Tequila is my weakness. Now, I'm sitting here on Tyler's couch with a bottle in my hand drowning my sorrows away.

"Hey beautiful, you feel alright?" Some random guy said to me.

"I may be drunk, but I'm not drunk enough to hook up with you, so don't even try." I gave him a snarky look.

He walked away and left me alone with my tequila.

I was tired. As soon as I got here, I grabbed a bottle and started dancing. Now, my feet were aching along with my heart.

I got up and started to walk to the door. Tyler came over and stopped me.

"Elena, stay here for the night. You don't look too well," he looked concerned.

"No Ty, I'm going to see someone. Don't worry he lives here." I smiled and turned away leaving.

Somehow I got lost in the middle of campus. Now, I was just a drunk and lost girl with tequila. I couldn't help but dance in the middle of the courtyard. There was elevator music all around me. It was so beautiful, or at least my drunk self thinks it is.

I continued walking with my bottle of tequila. He's my best friend. If I could, I'd date it. Speaking of dating, I'm single and ready to jingle. Right? That's the phrase?

How did I manage to get so lost?

SAM

I was walking back to my dorm from the library when I saw something hilarious. There was a drunk girl in the middle of the courtyard dancing to this awful music.

I stared at her longer recognizing features that were so familiar to me. I saw her long brown hair swaying back and forth, and I saw a body oh so beautiful. That was when I realized who it was.

I walked up to her with a concerned look on my face.

"Elena?" I called to her.

She spun around really quickly grabbing onto my arms for support.

"Sam! I have been looking everywhere for you!" She said loudly.

"What are you doing here at one in the morning?" I asked laughing.

"I... I'm drunk Sam. I'm really drunk."

I grabbed her arm to support her.

"Come with me," I told her.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"My dorm room. You need coffee," I laughed.

We got to my room, and I set her on my bed. I went to go make her some coffee while she lied there.

"My parents hate me," she said quietly.

"No they don't Elena," I told her.

"Yes they do. I'm an utter disappointment," she air quoted.

"And who told you that?" I asked her.

"My father," she snickered.

"You're not a disappointment. You're anything but a disappointment."

I went to go fix the coffee. I could hear her standing up. She walked over to me and grabbed my arm.

"You're so beautiful," she said quietly.

"Elena," I sighed.

"No, you're really beautiful Sam. And nice... And funny.. And brave... And compassionate... And muscular... Oh so muscular... And..." She didn't finish.

She pulled me down to her in a deep kiss. I pulled away and looked at her.

"No Elena. Not like this," I sighed running my fingers through my hair.

"Sam, I'm sober enough to know I want this, but drunk enough to not care about the consequences," she said smiling.

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

She pulled me down and kissed me again.

"I take that as a yes?" I could hear her laugh.

I moved closer as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I could feel her tugging on my hair and massaging my head. I moaned out of pure bliss.

She started tugging at my shirt. I helped her by taking it off. I took her shirt off as well and stared at her beautiful body: so little and breakable.

We started to move towards my bed. It was a dorm bed, so there wasn't much room, but it was manageable.

I lied her down on her bed and pulled off her pants. I took off mine and moved on top of her.

I slowly kissed every part of her body. I've waited months to kiss her like this. She needed to be punished.

I kissed and bit her neck leaving tiny bruises along the lines of her collar bone. She tilted her head back in pleasure.

"Sam," she moaned.

I looked at her face and smirked.

"Be patient," was the last thing I said to her before everything became white lights and long sighs.