You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

I'll Always Come To You - Chapter Four

Mia's POV.

It was now half two in the morning and I was absolutely out of my head, buzzing off the amount of alcohol I had in my system. Michael and I decided that we were going to verse each other in our own game of beer pong, which ended with us both being extremely drunk and barely able to walk.

It was nice being drunk. I didn't have a care in the world and talking to the boy I only met merely two hours ago seemed like something I had been doing for a lifetime. We had already exchanged phone numbers and promised that we needed to meet up again sometime. 

"Okay, I need to sit down now." I slurred, stumbling away to sit in the corner of the room where a large armchair resided. The party was still going strong, about an hour ago more people turned up with more alcohol.

There were a few people making out against walls and on chairs and I didn't know if I wanted to gag or huff in jealousy. There were some people who were dancing in the cleared area in the middle of the room and a selected few were vomiting into plant pots, which really did make me gag.

"I think it's best if I do too." Michael laughed, chucking his finished cigarette into the nearest plant pot, almost hitting the guy who was vomiting into in the face. Michael walked ahead of me, being able to actually walk properly unlike me, and took a seat in the armchair. I guess he must have a lot of practice with alcohol so I didn't affect him as much as me.

"Michael," I whined, "I was going to sit there." I made my best pouty face in hopes that he would move. Instead he grabbed my hand and pulled me down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Hmm, I think I prefer this better. You'll be more comfortable like this." Michael whispered into my ear, making me shiver. If there was one thing I had found out from tonight was that Michael was the most flirty out of all the boys, not a moment passing before something crude was escaping his mouth.

The alcohol in my bloodstream wasn't giving me the brainpower to fight with Michael. I decided it was easier if I just stayed put, so I leant back against Michael's chest, resting my head in the crook of his neck. A sudden wave of tiredness overcome me in that moment and I was finding it difficult to keep my eyes open.

"See I told you you'd be more comfortable like this." Michael stated with confidence. I just hummed in response, my eyelids already closing.

"Are you falling asleep on me, Mia?" Michael accused, although I know he was joking. Once again I hummed in reply; I didn't have the energy to form a coherent response.

I could hear the loud music around me and the laughing of the students. It was oddly calming to me. I could feel Michael's breath on my neck and his steady heartbeat against my back, lulling me further into a peaceful state of sleep. It was weird how I only just met these boys and yet I feel so comfortable with them already, like I could literally spend every day with them and never get bored. This has to have been one of the best nights I've had in months, maybe even years.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"For what?" Michael asked, turning my head to look at him. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, he actually looked really cute.

"For inviting me to join you boys and not letting me wallow in my self-pity." I told him with a small smile on my face. I really meant it too. If it wasn't for these boys, I would probably be in my dorm on my own, reading a stupid romance book with an unrealistic storyline.

"Well you can hang around with us whenever you want. I like hanging out with you." He said bumping his forehead with mine, chuckling a little.

"Thank you. I like hanging out with you too." I laughed. There was a long pause where we just stared at each other, but I wasn't awkward in the slighted, which was very weird with me being an awkward bean.