Reality

18

We arrived back home with messy hair and smirks on our lips, Miles looked awfully suspicious as we drove down our street. Cars were littering the street and it was difficult to find a place to park. I was completely and utterly confused. We however did eventually find somewhere to park the car all the way at the end of the street, "What on earth." I muttered under my breath, Miles just chuckled. Which didn't make him seem any less suspicious.

We got out of the car, and the moment we did loud, obnoxious pop music could be heard for miles. The concrete was vibrating under my feet, and as we walked towards my house I realised that that's where the music was coming from. I looked over at Miles and he just smirked at me.

I hesitantly opened the front door and I was emerged into what felt like another world.

The air suddenly felt stuffy and hot, bodies were grinding against other bodies and it all felt like a movie.

I recognised my sister stumbling through the crowd with a red cup grasped in her hands. "Hey everybody!" She drunkenly yelled when she saw me, dragging out the 'y'. "Say happy birthday to my brother Jasper!" She shouted, the crowd of drunken bodies stopped its movement to cheer a 'happy birthday' and went back to its grinding and drinking. I blushed at the attention and turned to Miles who was smiling at me. "Bro!" Eve slurred, wrapping her arm around my neck and shoving a cup to my chest.

"Here, have a drink, find a cute boy to dance with and have fun! It's your 18th bitch!" She said and stumbled off, probably to get another drink.

I turned to Miles who now also had a drink in his hand, we looked at eachother and then back down at the liquid swirling in the plastic cups. "Fuck it." I said holding my cup to Troye in a way to say cheers, he hit his cup with mine and we both tilted our heads back and drank the drink. A burning sensation sliding down our throats.

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My vision was sort of blurry, I couldn't remember how much I had drank but I knew it was a lot. I had lost Miles somewhere in the crowd, and in my search for him I had found someone else. He was well built with pretty eyes and light brown hair and a little stubble on his chin. We were dancing together and rubbing our sweaty bodies against one another, grinding. His lips were pressed to my neck and I was too drunk to tell him no.

I felt someone push him off of me and grab my hand dragging me away and up the stairs, "Miles!" I giggled, realising it was him. He took me to my room and locked to the door behind him, pushing me up against the door and kissing me harshly, almost desperately. He pulled away from me and looked at me with angry eyes and I tilted my head in confusion.

"I don't want to see another guy on you. I want to be the only one on you, I want you to be mine." He said with certainty. I held my breath for a moment, thinking over his words. Thinking over how I was going to reply. He wanted me to be his, and I wanted that too. Because, even if he had only been with me for 3 months, even if it was too soon. I knew I was in love with him; I had known it since the moment I looked into his beautiful blue eyes when he came to my doorstep.

"Then make me yours." I said to him, feeling so certain of what I wanted.

"What?" He muttered, in shock.

"Make me yours. Right now, on that bed. Make me yours, make love to me, Miles Grey."