I Know Places / b.s.

Quinze

Listen to:
Last Kiss - Taylor Swift.
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Circles. He spins me in circles and I'm lost in his trance, catching glimpses of his chocolatey eyes every time I spin around him. We're both bundles of giggles, having a little too much wine but we're okay - we're more than okay.

Brad stops me from spinning and pulls me into his arms even though I can't stop giggling. He is smiling at me with wicked eyes and I don't think much of it because I'm so in love.

The room around us is crowded with teenagers or people our age or a little older. Every year there is a boat house party - only for the kids of the town, but it always involved a bonfire, too much alcohol and fireworks.

I see people eyeing us as we taking us most of the dance floor but we don't have a car in the world. I'm on cloud nine with him. He pulls me closer and wraps his arms around my waist while I wrap mine around his neck. We're kissing and giggling and kissing even more, but my head is a little too fuzzy from the wine.

"We're very drunk," I pout.

"I blame you," he slurs, "I only wanted one beer but you pressured me into fifteen-"

"Fifteen?" I laughed, "oh, baby, that's not even possible - you had... I think four - you're such a lightweight."

His eyes widen but I see the smirk tug at his red, moist lips. "I am not a lightweight. I can take my alcohol very well, thank you very much, Olivia. Hello, I'm British."

I bursted out laughing. "Hello, I don't care."

He chuckled, rolling his eyes. "You think my accent is sexy - just admit it, Livy."

I wink at him, thanks to the alcohol. "You're right, I think your accent is so sexy."

"Thank you, thank you." He bows and I can't stop myself from laughing. People around us are giving us awkward glances and they must know we've had too much to drink.

Logan comes through the crowd, throwing his arm around my shoulders. He's like my second older brother in a way; protective yet annoying.
His brown hair was cut shorter on the sides than the top and his cheeks were a little flushed from his own alcohol intake.

"Having fun?" Logan asked us.

Brad eyed Logan, obviously questioning why his arm was around me. The hint of jealousy in his eyes made my heart beat faster in excitement or arousal - either way.

"So much fun," I slurred. "We've had a bit too much to drink but we'll figure it out, won't we, Bradley?"

Brad nodded, "yes, once you get your hands off my girl, mate."

Logan laughed and let go of me. "No problem, buddy. She's all yours. I'll see you guys at the fall fest right?"

"Bring alcohol!" I call out after him.

He's gone and Brad has his hands on my waist from behind me. I feel his hot breath on my ear and it sends chills down my back and legs. I take a sharp breath, fluttering my eyes shut.

"I love you," he slurs. I don't know if it's the alcohol or what, but he's being gutsier than ever, but I like this side of him even though I like his shy side too. He goes on, "I am so in love with you Olivia, I feel it in ever ounce of me."