Overlooking The Moonlight Eye

So Much For Keeping This Just Friends

Our campsite is set up as soon as we get there. Danielle, Alex and I have one tent and the other three have the other.

"Fucking hurry the fuck up" Danielle growls at Pete, who takes longer than he should to get down to the lake. Alex and Gabe are already down there, they took off running in a race to see who gets there first. I, however, do not run. The only running I do is running away from my responsibilities.

When we get there, Danielle sets up a towel for tanning on the shore while the rest of us join the other two boys. I don't think I need to remind you that it's nearly December, which means it's freaking cold, so the change to the warm Florida air puts a huge smile on our faces.

"Watch out for crocodiles!" Danielle calls after us.

"It's alligators, dumbass" Ryan calls back, only to have Dani flip him off in response.

I don't hear what Dani calls back because I cannon ball into the water, successfully pissing off at least Ryan.

"Asshole" Alex comments splashing me upon my return to oxygen.

"Oh you're gonna get it now" I laugh, dunking him under.

It was some real, actual, fun I've had in a while; well, sober at least. But it didn't last long- the sobriety part, we still have a blast- because when we get out of the water we start drinking.

Warm by the fire, no longer in our swim clothes, we all laughing, hooting and hollering. Some magic mushrooms came into the mix and soon enough everyone was singing along to Green Day and swaying back and forth.

"Why aren't you out there doing shrooms with Gabe?" Alex asks, sitting on the ground next to me.

I look at the glowing fire from the edge of the forest and lean my back against the tree. "I could ask you the same thing" I say, taking a puff from a blunt I snagged off of Ryan earlier.

"I try to stay away from that stuff, my anxiety is bad enough as it is" Alex crosses his arms over his knees, hugging them to his chest with a smile. "Your turn"

I shrug. "Not feeling it"

"Why?"

I'm definitely not drunk enough for this conversation. "It's just not my thing" I say downing another bottle of beer.

"Thirsty?" he asks with a quirked eyebrow.

"God, you're nosey" I say opening another bottle. "I liked it better when you were just the weird British freak who no one really ever saw."

He laughs with a short breath of air "That's quite the reputation I collected"

"I can think of a few more words to add to your collection" I mutter a little too bitterly. The alcohol clearly is already taking effect, sloshing through my bloodstream and taking over mild motor functions.

He sighs. "I don't know what you want me to say"

"I want you to say you can make me a time machine so we can go back before it happened so I don't have to feel this way." Shit. The alcohol completely obliterated the filter between my brain and my mouth, I definitely did not mean to say the last part out loud.

My heart begins to race and my body goes into panic mode and just stands up and flees. I'm running as fast as I can, away from him and the words he shouts to me as he chases me through the moon lit woods. But I am still pretty drunk and like the slur of my words, my feet are a little slurry too, and I trip and tumble to the ground.

A strong pair of hands attach to my shoulders and I'm being hoisted up with a great pull. Instantly, I'm face to face with the caramel haired, blue eyed, wide mouthed, boy. There's concern in his eyes and he's still holding onto me so I don't topple over like the twin towers (too soon?). He's saying something, I know it because I'm watching his pretty little lips move, but the sound waves don't make it to my ears.

Being the compulsive person I am, I push my lips against his. He makes a noise of surprise but quickly catches up, melting into my lips and letting me back him up until his spine is against the nearest tree. The velvet feeling of his tongue in my mouth only pushes me further as I knock his legs apart and shove my knee between them.

My hands are in his hair and his are sliding up the back of my shirt, his fingertips brushing my skin and learning every bump of my spine. It's messy, sloppy making out but I'm pretty drunk and Alex must be too since I can taste alcohol I haven't touched, in his mouth.

He moans a little into my mouth when I shift my weight and the leg inbetween his rubs against him. It's a beautiful, sexy sound and I want to hear it with no restrictions, just pure and whole. It takes a little stretching but I manage to attach my lips to his neck, feeling his blood course through his veins at a rapid pace under my skin. He moans at the first small nip of my teeth and it only takes me seconds to begin sucking harder and gently scraping my teeth along his pretty little skin.

"Jack" he says, voice wavering as I press kisses under his jawline. It takes a few more 'Jack's to come out strong and masculine enough to pull me out of a haze of alcohol and 'fuck me now'.

"I'm not going to fuck you" I say in a hurry

He laughs "I wasn't going to fucking let you" his smile makes his cheeks tint pink and I lean in to kiss him again.