Love Drunk

Chapter 4

Ryan^
-Brooke-

I take one last look at myself in the mirror and walk downstairs to where my mum and Joe are. Just as I get downstairs, I hear a car honking outside which means Kayla is here to pick me up.

I look at myself in the mirror in the living room and approve of my mini black, skin tight dress. I grab my leather jacket from the couch and take the keys and my phone from the coffee table.

"Bye!" I say and walk out of the house before she coukd lecture me on drinking and all of that shit. "Greetings!" I say jokingly as I go into Kayla's car.

"Cheerio!" She laughs and so do I.

"No one says that and it means goodbye." I smile and she rolls her eyes jokingly and parks the car outside a house on top of a hill.

"We could've walked here, Kayla." I say when we're both out of the car.

"Would you walk all the way up this hill?" She questions and a smile.

"Nope!" I laugh and we start walking towards the front door. To be completely honest, I'm actually quite nervous. I dont know if it's the same here. What if I get way too drunk and do something stupid?

"Well, about time!" Zack says and I roll my eyes jokingly and smile. The three of us walk further into the house where the rest of the 'group' was.

"You must be the new english girl." I hear a voice behind me say. I turn around and see heaven on earth standing right in front of me with a smirk on his face. Jesus, he's hot. "I'm Brandon."
"That's nice." I say and turn back around to face Kayla and Zack. I can see them trying not to laugh, which made me want to laugh.
"Playing hard to get, are we?" Brandon whispers, extremely close to my face. I feel a shiver go down my spine but I ignore it.
"You wish." I whisper back and give him a smirk. Damn, American guys are so fit. "Come on let's go." I say to Zack and Kayla and we all laugh and walk to the others.

"Take it easy, Brooke!" Jordan says and I take one last sip of the Gin and Tonic and set it on the coffee table.
"Woo!" I screech as I fall onto the sofa behind me. I try to get up but fail terribly. "Help me then!" I shout at Jordan, throwing my arms up and he chuckles but ends up helping me up.
"Your welcome!" He says with a smile and I roll my eyes jokingly.
"You're fit!" I blurt out and mentally slap myself. I am an idiot.
"I would tell you that you're hot but I'm pretty sure you know that." He smirks and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I do that too much.
"I am hot aren't I?" I joke and flip my hair. Suddenly I feel myself fall but strong arms keep me from hitting the ground.

"Woah. My whole life just flashed right before my eyes!" I say and stand up straight to see Ryan with his signature smirk on his face.
"How much did you drink?" He chuckles and I roll my eyes.
"Not much, actually!" He shares a look with Jordan and I cross my arms like a five year old. I was about to protest but my FAVOURITE song comes on. "OH MY GOD GUYS COME ON!!" I grab both of their arms and drag them to the middle of the room.

"I'VE DONE IT BEFORE, I'VE SEEN IT BEFORE! TEARS SPLASHING THE FLOOR WHEN I OPEN THE DOOR FOR HER! SHE ACTING LIKE A WHORE AND IMMA LET HER, LEARNT FROM PROJECT PAT UH PIMPIN GOT HER MASTERS!" I start but get interrupted by a very rude human.
"I'm going!" Jordan says with smile and I try to get him before he can escape but I fail. Poop. Ryan tries to make a run for it but I quickly jump on his back. Literally. He just shrugs and I carry on with my beautiful performance.
"SO BACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING, THIS COULD BE US BUT YOU'RE PLAYING!"

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"PUT ME DOWN YOU AMERICAN POPTART!" I scream and struggle in Ryan's grip on my legs. I am still on his back.
"I will not you British scone!" He replies and I laugh, giving up. I relax on his back and lay like a sloth. "Fuck, it's already 3 o'clock." SHITTTT!
"Oh my god! Can you drive me home?" I ask desperately and he nods yes. I get off his car, grab my shoes off the floor and run towards his car with him behind me.