Into Your Arms

Chapter Nine

Anthem's POV~

Mr Jared pulled up a few houses down the road from where the party was, knowing that if he pulled up any closer there would be unnecessary attention on the car.

"If you girls need a ride, or want to leave before Master Luke does, give me a call and I'll be here within 5 minutes. Make sure you only take drinks from people you know and never leave your drinks unattended. Other than that, stay safe and don't let the police catch you."

I smiled and rolled my eyes as I grabbed Ronnie's arm, dragging her out of the car. Mr Jared waved as he drove off, knowing that we would be safe with the boys. Holding Ronnie's hand, we walked towards the large house, the music getting louder and louder as we made our way up the drive.

My phone buzzed in my clutch as we walked through the front door, making our way into the kitchen in search for our first lot of drinks.

"What's your poison for tonight, babes?" I watch her look over the different alcohol bottles spread out in front of us as I reach for the cherry vodka mix and the sprite. She picks up three different bottles - Bailey's, Kahlua and cookie dough vodka - before mixing it together in one of the red cups.

I raise my eyebrow at her as she mixes the drink together like an expert before she turns around to me, her cup two thirds full of liquid.

"What the hell did you just mix together?"

She smiles as she brings the cup to her lips and takes a sip.

"It's called an amazing drink. Tastes like cookie dough Ice-Cream, you should try it!"

I reach out and take a sip of the cocktail, my taste buds getting hit with an explosion of alcoholic flavour before handing the cup back to her.

"It's good, but I don't think that's my kinda drink..." I take a sip of my drink, washing down the creamy bailey's and Kahlua with the sprite, causing a very, very weird taste in my mouth.

Ronnie smiles and shrugs her shoulders at me as she takes another sip of her weird drink.

"Suit yourself then..."

We stood in the kitchen for a while until I felt an arm slide over my shoulders, causing me to look up at a smiling Michael standing next to me. He leans down and gives me a quick kiss before stealing my drink.

"Uhm, excuse me. I believe that would be my drink, Clifford."

He shrugs his shoulders and skulls the rest of the liquid before handing me the empty cup.

"It's what you get for wearing that amazingly revealing dress that should only be worn in front of me, and me only." 

Rolling my eyes, I make myself another cherry vodka before turning around to face him again.

"Well, good thing you're in front of me now then aye, Clifford."

Michael stands in front of me, resting his hands on either side of my body as I lean against the kitchen bench. 

"You promise not to leave my side, right?"

I smile at how worried he was about me leaving him as I lean up and softly kiss his lips.

"I promise I won't leave you, Michael. I will be by your side the whole night."

He smiled down at me as he kissed me, one of his hands making its way to rest on my hip before we were rudely interrupted by someone streaking through the kitchen. Michael quickly covered my eyes and shielded me from the image just behind him.

"Michael, it's okay. I know what the anatomy of a male looks like. I've seen you naked plenty of times."

"Nope. There is a big difference between me and him. The big difference being I'm not him, and I'm obviously way bigger."