Say you'll stay - Channing Tatum

P.2

I put a strand of hair behind my ear, unable to focus on anything else than the man in front of me. "I'm Brooke." I answer him with a smile. Is he really talking to me or am I just drunk?

His hand is warm and noticeable large, closing around my much smaller one in a handshake. I swallow harshly.

He lets go of my hand and a crooked smile replaces his straight one. "Are you a friend of Cynthias?" He looks at me carefully. "I don't think I've seen you before." A faint crease form between his brows.

I really shouldn't have come here. I don't think lying about knowing Cynthia is a good idea, especially not now when I'm at her house with a garden full of people who actually know her. I also happen to know that there's security just around the corner, ready to throw me out the second he gets to know who I am.

"I'm sorry, I don't." I shift foot in embarrassment. I could have a long explanation trail of my lips about how sorry I am for intruding and for drinking his drinks - but in the end, I'd still end up with the fact that I don't know either of them. "God, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come." I huff out a small laugh at how dumb it sounds. "I'm so sorry, I'll leave." I quickly stand up and pull my dress down over my thighs.

"I don't think I've ever heard so many apologizes being said in such a short amount of time." He smiles. "It's fine, please stay. I don't see you causing a scene."

I turn around and is met by a pair of warm green eyes.

The corners of my lips turn upwards. "Maybe I'm not, but please look at her before you ask me to stay." I point in the direction of Madison. She's had one too many and is now dancing to suga suga.

"Oh." Is all he says before chuckling warmheartedly. It's a lovely sound really, hearing him laugh.

I join him in laughter and turn my gaze down towards my feet. My smile doesn't fade even though I'm not seeing anything else than my black heels. I can't believe that this is happening.

When I look up again, he's sitting on the same step at the porch where I just sat.

"Are you having a good time?" He smiles a crooked smile, probably referring to the fact that I sat alone just a minute ago.

"Yes, actually, but these drinks could've been better." I mirror his face with a equally big smirk, hoping I'm not taking it to far.

He chuckles and shifts the hand he's holding his glass in. It's filled with a clear liquid that looks untouched.

"What drink would you recommend me to take in next time then?" A smile is still shown over his face as he speaks. I don't know how I'm supposed to answer when he looks at me like that. I don't even know how I've been able to form complete sentences in his presence.

Without thinking, I walk back the few steps to the porch and sit down next to him. His shoulder brushes against mine lightly when I pull my foot up one stair, making me drop my head slightly, still smiling.

"Martini."

I take a small piece of my hair between my fingers and study each straw.

I tilt my head up again and place my glass beside me, letting my gaze rest on the clear surface.

Isn't it strange how we so easily swallow a substance that quickly can turn our world upside down, effecting our whole being in the process. The way we think, act and simply are. No matter the reason as to why we're drinking, we do it without a second thought, allowing it to take over every sense that makes us us. Isn't that scary.

But I guess it applies to a lot of other things as well. Love, for instance.

My thoughts get interrupted when I feel a light nudge on my arm. I move my hair that has fallen down over my face to the side, so I can see him clearly. He flashes me a smile and then turns his gaze out over the garden.

"I think you'll have to help her home later." He nods towards the direction where Madison now stands. She's singing along to some song I've never heard before.

"Oh god." I laugh and cover my face with both hands. My cheeks are probably red from embarrassment and I hope he doesn't notice through the faint light.

He laughs. "If you had your martinis I bet you'd be two." He takes a sip from his glass, trying to hide his smirk that's still visible for me to see.

"We'd be three." I correct him. "Don't underestimate my martinis." I push him a little with my shoulder which only causes him to laugh more.

Who thought I would be able to say that I've talked to Channing Tatum, let alone sit down with him and laugh together.

I catch his eyes for a second and he holds mine for two. Our laughter dies out and turns to silence.

A tall blond is walking towards us with long strides, her two brunette friends on her side. It doesn't take me more than a second to know who she is, but it would take me half as long if she stood beside him.