"Uhm, sure. Can I pick the game?" I asked.
"Go for it babe." He said filling two cups to the rim with vodka.
"Let's play song lyrics. Do you know how to play?" I asked.
"No, how do you play?" He asked.
"Okay, so you sing a line or two from a song as if the person can't guess the song they have to take a swing." I said.
"Okay, you first." He said.
"Dr. Dre said, nothing you idiots Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement."
He furrowed his eyebrows. "Uhm, it has to do with Eminem." He said. I just nodded. "Uhm, I don't know." He said and then took a swing.
"The real slim shady duh. Your turn." I smiled.
"Last night I let the part get the best of me."
"No sleep Wiz Khalifa duh. I only love that song." I said.
"Ok, your turn."
"We are what we wear, we wear what we are."
"I don't know." He said and then took a swing.
"Damn, you're like gonna be wasted by the time we finish, it's Wings by Macklemore by the way." I said. "Anyway, your turn."
"It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters and make fun of our exes."
"Twenty-two by Taylor Swift." I smiled.
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By the time we finished the game Sergio was wasted and I was drunk.
"Want me to drive you home?" He asked.
"No, it's okay. I'll ask your mom."
"Okay." He said and crashed out on his bed.
I went down the stairs and went to his mom.
"Uh, Ms. Mendez?" I asked
She turned around and said, "Yes Aria?"
"Can you," *hiccup* "driveeee mme hooomee." *hiccup* I slurred.
"Yeah, let me just get my purse." She said.
*Hiccup* "Okay, I'll be wai," *hiccup* "waiting by the caaarrr." I slurred.
I drunkly walked to the car and waited for Sergio's mom. Once his mom unlocked the car I got in and my hiccups would not go away.
"Did you and Sergio have a good time?" She asked.
*Hiccup* "Uh, yeah weee haad the beesst timmee." I slurred.
"Great." She said.
Before I knew it I was at my house. "Thanks Mrs. Mendez." I said.
I tried to walk to walk to my door without falling. I tripped a couple times but didn't fall.
I opened the door and saw Cruz and Dad at the door. They both looked mad but my dad seemed more mad.
"Heeeey guuyss." I slurred and drunkly tired to go to my room.
"Aria!" I heard my dad shout. "Are you intoxicated?" He yelled.
"Whyyy do yooouu caarrree." I said turning around.
"Aria! Go to your room right now!" He yelled.
"What ever you say, old man." I said and went upstairs to my room. Once I got to the top I turned around an yelled, "You're too grouchy! Suck it!" and then went into my room. I slammed the door and locked it. I laid down on my bed and immediately fell asleep.
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Dont Tell Me You Love Me
Teen FictionAria Garcia is the good girl. Straight A's, studies every night, doesn't have a lot of friends, has a good reputation, and doesn't go out to party. All the guys dig her though. She has a nice body. She has the body every girl is willing to die for...