Four Months ( Graser10 and Stacyplays ) #wattys2016

Chapter Four.

After leaving me with Leo Zachary informed me that for the next three days he wouldn't be able to see me. Which is fine, some people do have life outside of me.

I decided that instead of writing that I'd look for a campground, with no prevail onto one that was actually good for me, one that didn't have screaming children and a bouncy slide on the lake.

I looked for a secluded place, finding one just in the woods by my cabin, a desolate area in which nobody used, it was basically owned by Canada. With a huge lake surely I'd have free time for a little writing. And Leo would love the water, he seemed to enjoy the bath water after I forced him to bathe due to the fact I didn't want a muddy puppy in my home.

I spent the remaining time of my day getting my things packed up, finding everything I needed for the planned three days.

I fell asleep on the couch while watching a movie with Leo, my arms wrapped around his torso. And my head resting on his neck. He seemed comfy, and I was too.

The phone woke me at one in the morning.

" Sttttacy! " The slurred voice said.

I yawned, " Zachary? What do you want so late? And where the hell are you? Why is it so loud? "

He erupted in giggles, " I'm at da club Stacy Wacy! Come joooin me! "

I shot up, making Leo jump up in concern to the sudden movement, " Zachary! Are you drunk?! "

" Mayyyyybeeeee? "

" Don't go anywhere. I'm coming to get you. Where are you? " I demanded.

With the information I got on the bus, arriving to the crowded place at the fastest speed I could manage.

I explained to the bouncer on what my situation was, and after him telling me I was hot and had big tits. I realised I'd have to do yet another thing on my own.

He was actually sitting in a booth alone and pouting.

" Holy shit Zachary! " I exclaimed grasping his shoulders as he stood up to greet me.

" Stacy? What are you doing here? " He asked, wiping the tears that where strangely stained onto his cheeks.

" Zachary! I thought you swore off drinking? You told me it ruined friendships! You blew me off so that you could get piss drunk? "

His face instantly went soft, " Stacy.. No! That's not it! "

I swear I could feel the tears threatening to fall, " Then what is it? "

" You have to trust me. I knnnow it's hard, but you have to. I'm afraid of losing another friend Stacy. When I'm ready to tell you I will. But fo- " He cut himself off, only to vomit onto the club floor, and it wasn't like it wasn't already dirty.

At this point Zachary shamefully left, following me as I took him to my home, not trusting him to himself at his own house.

He decided to walk in ahead of me, I sighed as I gave the driver bus money, walking in only to be ambushed.

He pushed me into the door, closing it before I could. His hands on my hips giving me a heartbeat that was faster than Danica Patrick. His face inches from mine only giving me time to have short breaths.

He was drunk.

I felt his lips touch my own. Making me gasp, closing my eyes to feel the darkness around.

It was wrong. I don't like Zachary in this way so why was I still kissing him? Why was the way he pressed his soft lips against my chapped ones making me weak in the knees. I only knew him for such a short period.

I pushed him away, slapping him, which made him stumble back, Leo suddenly darting over to the scene.

I felt strange. I felt violated. Not by the fact my friend of only a week just locked lips with me, it was the fact that I simply let it happen.

I threw my coat on the couch. Walking up to my loft bedroom and collapsing on my bed with a croak. I decided that tonight was a night to cry at the world itself. Just for putting me in these unbelievable situations. Crying to ask why they happened to me. Simply wailing at the fact of my existence.

I could hear him on my couch not even thinking that him kissing me was wrong. I could hear him humming of all things. He hummed himself to sleep. While I cried myself to sleep.

And I awoke to his smile. He was wearing my apron with a plate of pancakes displayed in his arms.

I took them and ate them while he went downstairs and hummed the same tune as the night before.

He didn't even remember the fact that he assaulted my lips with his own. He didn't even remember!

So I decided to not care. And forget a drunken mistake. And not ruin a friendship. I didn't like him that way, and vice versa. I was perfectly fine with having him to humor me.

" Hey Zachary? " I called out.

" Yeah! "

" Wanna go camping? "