Tybee Island

Anymore Vodka?

3 hours later we were all sitting around the campfire. I lit a cigarette whilist engaging in conversation with Becky and Craig. 'Anymore vodka?' I said slightly slurred. 'Think you've had enough!' becky replied. Laughing slightly louder then usual I got up stumbling grabbing the second bottle yelling 'I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!' pouring the contents in my mouth spilling some down my red stained top. '

'OOPS. Maybe I should take it off' I added cheekily and with that fell to the ground in a heap laughing uncontrollably. Becky staired at Craig worryingly. 'What are we gonna do?' she whispered cautiously. 'Let me handle her.' Craig then suddenly yanked me off the sand carrying me. 'WHERE ARE WE GOING?'PUT ME DOWNN!' and with that he did what I requested. Damn was he good looking.

Looking into his eyes I laughed. His eyes glowed in the moonlight. His blonde hair in perfect shape. I ran my fingers through his hair pulling it more then I should have. 'OUCH.' he yelled. I laughed again. I stood on my tip toes placing a hand on his chest planting a kiss on his cheek playfully. Then his lips. He pulled back suprised. 'You are so drunk' he sighed. His eyes then locked with someone in the distance. It was Becky. Oh Crap. 'What are you doing?!' 'Kissing your boyfriend. His lips are soooooo soft!!.' Charging over she moved her hand to my cheek hitting it with extreme force leaving a red mark.

JUST GO.' she shouted throwing Elmo back at me. I stood still. I looked in Craig's direction. He didn't look at me,his head lowering down. My cheek was burning and the alcohol was wearing off. I put my head down and ran along the beach,as fast as I could tears swelling in my eyes. I'd did it again. Messed up.

Rain started to pour down heavy soaking me to death. I ran even faster eventually making my way through the front door closing it quietly behind.

Dad stood in the hallway glaring at me in suprise. 'Oh my goodness. Are you ok?' My hair was wet, my make up smudged like a panda and my eyes filled with tears.I clutched Elmo closer to my chest. How stupid must I have looked standing in front of my dad like that. I didn't respond pushing past him and running up stairs into my room collapsing on my bed crying into my pillow.