andy's pov
Once again our idea to have a party had been a ridiculous one. As usual. Lately almost everything had been going wrong, and even the things that were supposed to be great were turning out disastrous. So now, as I had been for the past few hours I was totally smashed and trying to distract Bella. She was drinking almost as much as me, being so young and not used to drinking so heavily meant one bitch of a hangover for her tomorrow. Or later today, seeing as it was past midnight.
Being crazily drunk, was obviously going to impair my judgment, and co-ordination but right now, I just didn’t give a damn.
I took another mouthful of the drink in my hand, kissed Bella and turned up the music.
“LET’S DANCE. BITCHES LOVE DANCING!!” my voice was loud, echoing and slurred, but that just made it even better.
“um Andy, you suck at dancing remember?”
“shut up Jimmy, were here to have fun!”
He shrugged and went back to whatever he and shae were doing, I think he was playing her a song. Whatever.
I twirled Bella around, we danced like crazy until it got to much and we had to lie on the damp grass with our heads spinning.
“you really are a horrendous dancer andrew…”
“well Annabelle, to put it bluntly, I don’t give a fuck.”
She laughed. We lay together, under the stars and held hands. She had her head on my shoulder, and I could feel her breath on my neck steady and reassuring.
We lay there for a while, she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, whereas I was just thinking drunken thoughts. Something warm dripped on my neck. Followed by another and another. Tears.
“bells? Are you okay?”
She sighed and breathed in heavily
“I guess so. It’s just been a huge night”
I kissed her lightly and pulled her to her feet, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight. By the time she pulled away there was a wet patch on my shirt, smudged with black and glitter. Bella looked like she was falling apart, black and silvery glitter were sliding down her cheeks and her eyes were red.
Tears were not something I was good at. Life was supposed to be fun and fast, not slow and dreary. Or that was the way I saw it, and as far as I was concerned tears were a waste of time. But she was different, I wasn’t going to be mad at her, it had been a big night. Well for her.
“I need to think. Can I lay down in your room?”
“of course.. You want company?” I nuzzled into her neck and tried to hint what I wanted.
“I love you, but I really need to think by myself” she kissed me again, lips all salty and tasting like raspberry vodka. I watched her go inside, and almost followed her but she needed to be alone.
“OI MACHAN. YOU. ME. D-FLOOR. NOW!” Jimmy looked up and rolled his eyes at shae before laughing and walking over to me. “it’s on Clemmensen” he said through a laugh.
Bella would be okay.. She’d be fine in the morning.
