Childhood Games

~Chapter 10~

[Hope you all are enjoying your summer (or what's left of it anyway!). Things are starting to take an interesting turn for our characters here. What will happen? Hmmmm... ;) ]

Naomi

How drunk was I?

Answer: very.

Alan was blushing which meant that he'd also be drinking. Otherwise, he would've said something along the lines of "Don't you think you need to go home? You're pathetic," or something like that. Why was he like that? Always saying mean words to me?

"Why do you say such rude things to me?" I accidentally let slip, but I didn't give a shit.

He finally stopped laughing and left a smile on his lips, "I could ask you the same thing."

"You're right." I shrugged. I looked at him giggle a little more while hiding his face with his one hand.

"Where's Dump Truck Denali?" I asked.

His eyes flew open and his eyebrows furrowed, "I was looking for her and couldn't find her."

I gave a slight chuckle "Bad boy."

"I'm not a dog, Naomi." Alan said while sliding down the wall. He was so much taller than me and more built. He wasn't the skinny nerd I remembered. His face got more defined which made him look manlier. When did he get like that? Why was I paying so much attention to him?

I looked up at his black hair. It was practically past his eye now.

Without any judgment, I reached my hand out and pushed his hair back. His eyes widened in surprise.

"When I was younger, I thought your hair was so beautiful. It was so silky and fluffy. It was like a black cloud."

He laughed nervously, "Yeah."

There was a sudden warmth in my chest as I felt his soft strands through my fingers,"Allie, when are you getting a hair cut?"

"Soon." he replied and gave a drunken smile.

I took my hand away from his hair and analyzed it for way longer than I intended. There was muffled music below that made the floor vibrate. I shifted myself so that my back was on the floor and my legs were upright on the wall. I felt like I was floating against the bass.

"Naomi, your underwear are gonna show if you keep laying like that," Alan laughed as he averted his eyes.

I could see his cheeks had grown redder. Was it because of the alcohol? Must be.

"We used to take baths together," I stated.

"When we were little. We're grown ups now."

I sighed and sat upright. He always had a way of nagging.

Suddenly his head fell upon my lap. My body jolted as I saw his black hair fall gently in his face. He looked like the child I once knew. My head was spinning, and I had absolutely no energy to move him. I leaned my head against the wall and felt the heaviness on my legs.

"I wish we never grew up, Naomi," he slurred.

My heart stung at his comment.

"What do you mean?" I whispered, but I heard his faint breathing signaling that he was asleep.

This was bad. I was drunk, but even the drunk Naomi knew this wasn't okay. I was treading into territory I didn't want to be in. Why wasn't I moving?