ELIZABETH'S POV
I stood upstairs as I heard all the voices laughing and talking and drinking. I knew Jack was down there, and I knew Alex would come looking for me soon enough wondering why I hadn't went down to see Jack yet. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not after the phone call I had just received.
It kept ringing through my mind, Harley's quivering voice, the few tears. I didn't understand why he was crying, but it made me feel worse for not crying, but I honestly couldn't. I didn't want to process that my own father had died from an alcohol overdose.
I looked in the mirror at the face staring back. It was undeniable, I looked like my father. I hated it, but at the same time, I loved it. It was sort of like a memory. Of course I looked like my mom as well, but I had looked more like my dad.
It was hard to believe that I had lost both parents. Even harder to believe that it was happening now. Just when things were getting better. Why was my luck such shit?
I heard a knock on the door and turned away from my reflection. "Liz, it's me." I heard Alex's voice as he opened the door.
"Why haven't you come seen Jack yet?" he scrunched his eyebrows together as I glanced down at the ground.
"I'm coming. Just getting ready."
I didn't give him the chance to reply as I plastered on a fake smile and walked past him quickly to where I knew Jack was.
My eyes traced all the faces until they landed on the tall boy who was smiling next to Zack in the crowded living room.
I could do this.
I walked over and tapped him on the shoulder lightly to get his attention. He turned around half way and his eyes went big, "Liz?!" his smile was huge but I still couldn't match it. Not even with a fake one.
He wrapped his arms around me and I hugged him back with as much fake enthusiasm as I could. "Fuck! I didn't know you were gonna be here!" he exclaimed as I pulled away.
"It was a surprise." I smiled lightly. It was fake though.
"I'm so happy your here! Holy tits!"
I faked a giggle and grabbed the beer Alex was now handing me. I took a long swig and enjoyed the burn going down my throat.
I missed that burn.
It was weird, the feeling I was getting as I drank more and more. It suddenly seemed like all my sad feelings were washing away. I was drunk, and I knew it, but I didn't stop drinking.
"Liz, you should get going to bed. We have a plane ride early tomorrow." Jack said as he came over to me. He was clearly more sober than me.
"I don't want too. I don't want to go back there. Let's stay here, and drink till we black out!" I slurred as I tripped over my own feet and fell into Jack.
He easily held me up with a chuckle and coaxed me upstairs. "Go to sleep. Lex won't mind." he layed me down on Alex's bed and I smiled.
"Go find Alex." I mumbled.
"Why?"
"Just go get him." I pouted and Jack nodded his head with a heavy sigh.
"He'll be up shortly."
ALEX'S POV
I was drunk off my ass as I danced on top of the table. "Where's the birthday boy?!" I yelled.
Jack walked downstairs yelling 'here'and we all cheered.
"JACKIE BOY." I threw myself on top of him and he just chuckled.
"Liz wants you. She's up laying in your room." he smiled lightly.
"Then I shall got to my fair maiden!" I pushed off Jack and stumbled upstairs.
I wonder why Liz wanted me? Was something wrong? Did we run out of stuff to drink? What could she possibly want me upstairs for?
I walked into my room and saw her laying there in my jersey smirking at me. Holy hell did she look hot.
"What are you doing?" I smirked. Hormones raising at every word.
"Come here." she waved me over and I listened, completely intranced with this girls ways.
She didn't waste time in standing up and connecting our lips, which was something I wouldn't refuse.
Her hands pulled on my hair lightly as she wrapped her arms around my neck and I quickly linked my arms around her waist.
She pulled away, leaving me breathless, and lightly pushed me on the bed. Was this really happening or was this a dream?
She climbed on me and started kissing my neck, "Lex, I want you." she whispered huskily.
My hormones were raging and I could tell this was wrong. But I'm a guy, and there's a smoking hot chick on top of me. Would you say no?
"You can have me."
A/N: Oooooooooh. What's gonna happen? Also, I have driving class work. Mr. Patterson is a douche bag. He gave me so much homework and work today. fml. Plus I can't write happy, go lucky, everythings going to work out good right now chapters when I feel like shit so don't expect good until the weekend when I'm out of school and have a clear mind.
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