You'd never understand baby boy

Chapter 3

First night of summer. I was eager to party. So I went to one, they aren't hard to find. Blue distressed shorts with a Harvard T-shirt a friend of mine gave me 4 months ago. All put together with a white pair of converse. I should have known not to wear white shoes. I show up with my friend Noelia. We both have blue eyes, brown hair and a smart ass sense of humor. It's great really. As we show up we walk into a a big cloud of strong liquor and second hand smoke. My hairs down and straightened, that most likely won't last long. We walk through the house getting bumped into left and right , holding more drinks than our two hands should allow. Loud music. I can already feel the migraine. I blow it off. I'm fine.

Two hours in and Ive gotten more of a buzz than Noelia. Like I said , I was eager to party, she's getting there. Dancing to songs we don't know, and obnoxiously singing to the ones we do know. It keeps getting more crowded. Like over populating roaches. It's a infestation of people. I don't know how the cops haven't been called yet. Maybe the neighbors came to there senses and are giving us a break, first night of summer, why not enjoy it.

The rooms spinning. I lost my earring while dancing, and I can't seem to focus on faces. Noelia's gone, with some guy who was in her first semester class, guess they are "catching up" in the bathroom. I'm stumbling, grabbing onto strangers arms, trying to keep myself from drowning in this suffocating room of alcohol and people. Trying to make my way to the kitchen to get ahold of more drinks, the room suddenly tilts and I grab onto someone, taking them down with me.

I finally drowned...

All I see is people paying no mind to me, dancing. All I hear is blurred tunes that sound like it could be a song. All I feel is a warmth beside me, laughing. I roll over. And I see a figure, white teeth, brown hair with a matching pair of brown eyes. I can't focus on details. It's still a blur.

He sits there for a minute. I'm not embarrassed, I'm relived. I didn't pull down some jack ass that would knock me out. he speaks words I blocked out. I try harder and harder to focus on his face. It's all I seem to care about. I soon realize his tone is picking up. Along with his hands grabbing my shoulders. I look down, then at his eyes and say "I'm okay"

He looks away and smiles. "that's not what I asked sweetie"... trying to remember, I can't. So I asked what he said. "How many drinks did it take?" I laugh and say "I lost track".

Still siting on the floor legs scattered over each other's. I regain vision, he's stoned. His eyes are red and his smiles bigger than ever. My face was frozen, stuck in a smile. So was his. It felt like we sat there forever staring at each other until someone stepped over us and we realized where we were.

He gets up, and looks down at me, I'm still staring at his dark jeans, I look higher and I see a shirt with a unfamiliar college name, under a leather jacket. He helps me up. I stutter and say "leather jacket, classy 1950's fella huh?" He replies, "I never wear it, it's a rare occasion I guess".

I notice he's still holding my elbow, remaining from him helping me up off of a cold wood floor. I let it remain there. He gives off a warmth, I like it. He says "I'm guessing you were trying to make your way to the kitchen?" I look down with a guilty smile and he grabs my hand, leading me to the kitchen.

I've stopped shaking. A calm comes over me. As we walk into the kitchen he hands me a drink, "it's coke and rum, it's a step down from the whiskey you've been drinking". "How did y-" he cuts me off.

"Baby girl your breath screams whiskey." That's a new one. I've never been called baby girl, and most certainly not by a stranger. I like it.

It's oddly satisfying.

He sits there sipping the same thing as me, "you don't want to be in here, I can tell". He says.

I decide to speak after a few seconds. "I feel like I'm being slowly suffocated, but how would you know?".. He looks into my eyes. "Body language. It says it all. I'm siting on a kitchen counter while you are standing beside me, shaking your leg eagerly. Holding your drink with both hands, and you're not making eye contact anymore".

My eyes widen... I feel violated, but not in a bad way. In a safe and calming way. My minds been broken, hacked.

He takes my hand again as he slides off the counter, guiding our way through a maze of people too drunk to walk and people dancing with no sense of direction.

My mind is still frozen and keeps replaying the sound of his voice as he speaks about my body language. It keeps replaying and replaying. Until reality hits.

He's looking at me again.

He's not speaking.

We are on the front porch. No ones out here, surprisingly. The sound of music is muffled due to thick walls and closed Windows. Three wooden steps, he stops on the second one, we sit. He's intimidating. In a good way.

Manipulating me with his eyes, no words being spoken.

I reject the quietness. "What's your name anyways?"... "Colin" he says. I go to say my name "laur-"... He interrupts me.

"Didn't ask." He says.

I'm embarrassed. He starts to laugh and says "you're easy to mess with, it's cute, Lauren." As his thumb touches my cheek. Chills go through my body. And he notices the hairs rising on my arms.

He smiles.

Says nothing.

We sit in silence for a few minutes. It's a comforting silence. Dizziness is slowing down. The worlds slowing down. "Uh oh I'm loosing my buzz" i say, he laughs. We walk inside and he goes for the rum.

I slap his hand and pick up the glass whiskey bottle.

We both take one bottle hoping no one notices. Stuffing them both in his jacket we run upstairs. Laughing, stumbling. Looking for a empty room. We find one, the parents room. He hands me my bottle.

"ironic huh?" He laughs.

We sit there for hours laughing, drinking. All behind a locked door. "You're a total stranger, that I find so oddly satisfying" I say.

"So I've heard" he replies.

I look confused.. Thinking to myself, so he's done this before?

Was this on purpose?

Or did he just want to get into my head, what even are we doing?

My head clouds with over dramatic questions.

He sees my face slowly fall. "You took that to heart huh, try no to overthink it, overthinking kills happiness and you've done that enough in life I'm guessing".

I sit there. Chug the whiskey. He try's to take the bottle, I pull back and finish it.

"Tell me all about it." He says. "About wha-" he cuts me off again. "The pain he caused you" I feel like I have fallen to my knees.

"You intimate me to a scary level, was that a basic assumption, or have I been stalked?" He smiles and leans close to me, one of his hands slowly slide behind my neck.

My hands start shaking, he notices. He holds them with the remaining hand. He is closer than he's been all night.

A shock goes through my body. Our lips are connected. it's perfect. It's like I've been painted on a smooth canvas with pastel colors. A few seconds after. He releases.

I sit there. My arms hairs stay risen, my lips stay slightly creased. My minds begging for more.

I lean forward this time.

I decided it happened this time. His hands are around my waist. He leans back, I stay hovering over him. After I release from the kiss, I continue to lay on his chest.

"Was that the Whiskey or you" he says, I laugh and shrug.

I tell him i feel dizzy and calm at the same time. "Whiskey and me are a good combination baby girl".

I didn't want to move. "It's been a while since I've felt this safe" he says.

I'm lost, confused.

I stand up.

Soon after, I have to use the bed to catch my fall. He gets up and carries me to the bathroom. I fall to my knees.

There is goes.

All my cuteness.

Gone.

He holds my hair just in time. I wipe my mouth. And lay there, "sorry" I mummer, while I hide my face. He puts my hair behind my ear and says "you just get cuter and cuter".