From Straight Lines to Circles (bxb) ***ON HOLD***

Chapter Six

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In Charlies Pov and then the rest is in Billys, so thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it.

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Charlies POV

His lips on my neck felt like heaven. They were soft and gentle and perfect. Until five seconds later. He quickly yanked his head away and scrunched his face into a strange expression, his complexion paling. A terrible realization ran through my head but before I could back away he hunched over; and vomited all over me. I gaped at him disbelievingly, my shoes and shirt now covered. He also stared, his eyes wide like saucers at what he had just done before he swayed heavily, the alcohol tainting his balance. I sighed openly and grabbed him before he fell, trying to ignore the feel of his strong body.

"Who's supposed to drive you home?" I asked seriously, making him look at me. He turned and searched the room, finally pointing at a boy across the room. To a boy who was currently in his boxers, in a beer pong contest and drunk off his face. I sighed unhappily, knowing exactly what was coming next.

"Can you please drive me home?" He asked me meekly, his manner reminding me of a small child. My heart melted a little as I quickly relented.

"Fine come on." I grabbed his arm so he wouldn't fall over and led him out of the room, locking eyes with Janelle on the way out. She was currently dancing with Ray, a boy I recognized from my advanced math class. He was cute boy, blond and blue eyed and shy. He was a bit of a nerd, always wearing thick black glasses and carrying around a book of European poetry, but he still managed to be charming. I grinned to myself. He was different than her usual type, but it was honestly a really good thing. She gave me a questioning look as we locked eyes, noticing Collin attached to my arm. But I mouthed that it was ok and seeing her acknoledgement stepped into the black night, Collin in tow.

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(Still Charlie)

My truck was quiet. After Collin had given me his address he had fallen asleep, his thumb in his mouth like a small child. It made me smile softly, his snores gently filling the otherwise silent space. He made it so hard to try and not love him. As I finally pulled up at the address he had given me my mouth dropped open in surprise. A mansion sat there, its enormous white front gleaming even in the moonlight. A large fountain decorated the front, currently switched off but still brilliant looking.

My shock then disappeared, because this was Collin. Of course he was rich, he had everything he wanted, absolutely everything. I shook off my sad thoughts and nudged him awake watching his adorable expression as he woke up.

"We're here," I said gently, pointing toward his expansive house. He nodded and stepped out of my car, almost falling face first into the pavement. I rolled my eyes and got out to help him, my shoeless feet cold against the pavement. I had thrown them away back at the party. Puke was not something I could just wash out. We hobbled up his extensive driveway, me pratically dragging his unstable frame finally we got to the door. He opened the door with his free hand and pulled me inside with him, using me as a crutch up the stairs. When we finally got to his bedroom, he threw himself on his bed, and I tried to turn away and leave. But he tightened his grip on my arm and pulled me down with him, holding my small body in his arms.

"Please stay with me," he pleaded, whimpering hopefully. I tried to get up but had no chance. He was strong, drunk and persistent. So I finally just stopped struggling and lay limp, his heavy arm squishing my chest.

"Why do you have to be so cute?" He whined while petting my head, his voice lilting funnily from the alcohol. I didn't answer, in shock from his words. "I try so hard to hate you and then poof!" He grabbed my cheeks with his fingers and squished them together. "You do something adorable and then that's it, I just have to like you." He then moved his head towards mine and planted a heavy kiss right on my lips with a large smack, before giggling and replacing his heavy arm on me. "It's not fair you know..." His voice faded out as he rapidly fell asleep. I laid there, utterly stunned, my breath in heavy pants for a long time.

Collin had kissed me. I touched my lips lightly feeling the tingles that were still present. The kiss was sloppy and rough, but somehow still the best I'd ever had. I looked at his face, angelic in sleep, before gently easing my way out from under his arm. I got up from his bed and without looking back let my self out of his house. My movements felt robotic and not right. The feeling of sadness that entered my body because I was leaving him was unbearable. Its severity made me scared. So I swallowed my emotion, the strong ache that ate at my chest, and drove away. Because when he woke up he wouldn't remember and he would come to his senses. And I knew I would get hurt.

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Billys POV

I woke up with the sunshine bright behind my eyelids, its glare making my headache even worse. My head pounded harshly, reminding me of my actions. 'I hate alcohol,' I thought to myself, 'Never again.' I opened my eyes, pushing against the light. What I saw made my chest ache. I was alone. There was no hulking presence, no dark eyes, no brooding.

Dane was gone. I looked around rapidly, searching for any information left behind for me so I could contact him. When my look came up short I slid out of the bed, a cold breeze hitting my thighs. Wait, my thighs? I looked down, just now noticing my lack of clothing. I was only in my boxers, my pale skin almost white in the sunlight. A small folded pile of clothes sat on the edge of the bed.

My tanks top and jeans, now freshly washed, were sitting there neatly, placed on top a a large black sweater. The sweater smelt like Dane. I blushed at the gesture and put them all on. I had to roll up the sleeves of the sweater beacause it was so long on me, it reached the top of my knees. When I stuck my hands in the pockets a small slip of paper fell out, fluttering to the ground. I picked it up hesitantly, reading the messy scrawl scribbled on it.

It was the first three digits of a phone number, the pen marks looking as if someone was frustrated while writing it and had pushed harshly on the pen. There were even holes in some spots where the tip went through. I turned over the paper, hoping to see the rest of the number, but it was blank. Half of it was ripped off, like someone changed their mind about me having it. Disappointment rushed through my system but I stuffed the paper in my pocket anyway, keeping a strange hope that eventually I would get the rest of Danes number.

I then left the house, avoiding the trash strewn across the demolished rooms, and I felt pathetic. Because even though he was cruel, I couldn't stop hugging the sweater close to my body and inhaling his scent. His face was imprinted in my mind for good.

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