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"Lydia," you screeched, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. "What's up?"
"What are you doing?" Lydia asked, throwing your arms off of herself.
"I'm saying hello to my best friend," you whined over the sound of the party.
"Are you drunk?" She asked, annoyed.
"No way!" You exclaimed. "I had the exact same amount as Liam, and he's totally sober."
"Liam can't get drunk," she said.
"What?"
"He's a werewolf, genius," she rolled her eyes. "Come on, I'll take you home."
"No, I wanna stay," you whined, grabbing her hand and stumbling.
Lydia pulled her hand away and looked at the clock. "Thirty minutes," she said.
You turned back into the party, and looked over the crowd for Liam, hoping to do more shots with him. You saw him on the couch, laughing with Hayden. You angrily and clumsily stormed over.
"Hey, how about some more shots?" you slurred, ignoring Hayden's existence.
"You're wasted," Liam smiled.
"Am not," you said.
"Say the alphabet."
"A, B, C, Y, X, W, P, W, W," you started to say, but Liam stood up.
"I'm cutting you off," he said.
"No, I only have thirty minutes left to live. Let's dance," you wrapped your arms around his neck and swayed from side to side, leaning on him.
"You're going home," he said.
"I'll drive," Hayden stood up next to you.
The drunk, nonsensical, unthinking part of your brain spoke for you. "No, I hate you."
Hayden immediately looked awkward. "Okay," she held up her arms in surrender and walked away.
Liam looked desperately between the two of you and sighed. You put your head on his chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat.
"This is Lydia's house, right?" He asked. You nodded excitedly. "Then I'm taking you upstairs."
"No," you moaned. "I don't wanna."
"Too bad," he said, grabbing your arm and putting it over his shoulder.
You groaned and trudged across the floor; Liam weaved through the crowd of people.
Someone bumped into you, and you stumbled. Liam wrapped his arm around your waist.
"Stairs," you mumbled, looking up the seemingly endless flight up steps in front of you.
"Come on," Liam said, walking up the stairs, pulling you along with him.
"I don't wanna," you complained again.
"I know you don't."
You reached the top of the stairs, and went into the spare bedroom. You climbed onto the bed and collapsed across it, stretching your arms and legs as far as they could go.
"Is this sexy?" You asked.
"Sure," Liam grumbled, taking your shoes off.
Liam sat in the recliner near the bed, and you turned your body to face him, laying your head comfortably into the pillow.
"Do you think I'm attractive?" You asked.
"I think you're drunk."
"Seriously. What's your opinion of me?"
"I think you're a nosy drunk."
"But do you like me?"
"I like spending time with you."
"Liam," you glared, but in your drunken haze you failed to keep a straight face. "I like you, and you like Hayden."
"Hayden? Who ever said I liked Hayden?"
"You didn't have to say it," you yawned.
"I would never say it," he stood up, and kissed you on the forehead. "Because I don't like Hayden. I like you."
"Me?" You asked.
"You," he put his hand on your head and stroked your hair. "Now get some sleep."
