fuck boy || l.h

one

I put my long brown and blonde hair in a pony tail, and slipped my velvet vans on as I walked out the door. I walked down three blocks jumped over two fences, took my secret tunnel jumped on my best friends roof and knocked on her window. "Lindsey"? I whisper yelled I opened the window jumping in. She was probably down stairs I mean it was barely ten I sat on her bed waiting for her impatiently. I heard footsteps coming closer to the door "holy shit kris what the fuck" I giggled sorry. "What are you doing here"? I took off my shirt "Well let's see there's a party at Michaels and your drinking juice with you parents" I walked to her closet looking for a dress. "Ugh I hate you" Lindsey said sitting on her bed, "here put this on I threw a dark purple lace dress. I grabbed a black dress sliding it on grabbing a black lace cardigan to wear since the dress didn't have a lot of coverage.

Michaels house was huge I had lost lindsey in the crowd so I pushed through everybody looking for a kitchen. Finally finding a kitchen I poor myself the only drink they had a shitload of vodka. Taking it down my face cringed and that taste. "wow bet you can't take another" a blonde guy with a red cup in his hand says. "and what if I can" I say poring another "you get to kiss me" he smiled his dimples showing his accent strong making me very attracted to him. His blonde hair flattened down and his beard which was really hot may I add. "That  doesn't sound like much of a prize" I say taking my next shot cringing as the liquid burned my throat. "What do you mean? My kisses are at the top of the prize list" he says leaning closer. I take a step back but the fridge behind me stops me. I stopped and stared at his very blue eyes, "so your name is"? he says inches away from my face. "Kris" I mutter gulping the lump in my throat, his soft pink lips crash with mine I could taste the vodka on his lips his hands were in my hair my hands were in his hopefully I'm sober enough to remember this night.