"God damn it, Roxy," I mumbled. I knew that she wouldn't just go willingly. I also knew that putting her to sleep would ruin my chance of her hitting on me with the power of alchohol. But fuck. If were to die of alchohol poisoning, no. She is going to bed.
I picked her up, and it looked like a dramatic "Guy saves the princess from the castle" scene from a movie or video game. I quickly absconded to my car, put her in the back seat, and drove to my house. I did this because there miiiight be a small chance that she liked me back, and that if I dropped her off at my place, she would have a chance to tell me. And sloppy makeouts would ensue. Ah, forget it, like that would happen.
I drove into the parking lot and opened the back door, and guess what? Roxy was asleep.
Of course she was asleep.
Of course.
I picked her up and kicked the door open (my hands weren't free, and I felt like a badass anyway). I ran upstairs and almost dropped Roxy and the way up, but picked her up again from, like, two inches off the ground. Then I dropped her on a bed in a spare room. The second she hit the fabric, she woke up, and saw me in front of her. "Oh...hey Johnny..."
"Yeah, hi, Roxy."
She wiped the tiredness from her eyes. "Uhhh, where am I?"
"My house."
"Did we have sex?"
I blushed bright red. Why the fuck would I do that? "What?! No!!"
"Huh. I kiiiinda wish we did..." She mumbled.
WHAT.
NO WAY.
SHIT.
SHE LIKED ME BACK. "What are you talking about, Rox?" I asked, just to make sure.
"You know!"
"And this is just the many drinks you've consumed tonight talking, isn't it?" I asked. It totally was. But what if it wasn't? God damn it, that would be so fucking great! But the odds of that? Probably really low, oh well.
"Naaahhh mannn..."
SHIT
IT ISN'T
The only light in the room was the fading light of the moon. It was literally the perfect romantic confession spot, I'm surprised I didn't think of it earlier. And to make it even more perfect, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips, then pulled back. Immediately afterwards, she fell asleep, and I left the room.
The end.
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