Is this how it ends? (Negovanman)

Chapter 4: Ex's and Hangover's

Oh well that was unexpected. And new. This time I wasn't kissing Laura Hollis, the naive, provincial girl, I was kissing the Elise Bauman. The girl I've had a crush on for a big amount of time.

Yes, I had that thing going on with Mia, but it didn't have the chance to grow. It drove me nuts when she didn't answer my texts or when she avoided my calls. It wasn't the fact that she wasn't into me that drove me crazy. It was the fact that I didn't knew what was going on between us, even though I wasn't having that kind of feelings for her. Thinking of that I don't even know what was the point between the two of us. All that matters, and all that mattered at that point was, that it's over.

Still, it was painful to see her with another woman. It always hurts to be replaced. Somehow she managed to get me jealous.

But it was my turn to get her jealous. And it involving kissing Elise made it even better. The way Elise kissed me was different. Usually I would be the one who starts using tongue but this time it was Elise, asking me politely to open my mouth through letting her tongue run over my bottom lip. That seemed to be the difference between Laura and Elise. She was even more passionate.

Her hands were buried into my back, holding me tight. My arms were wrapped around her neck. Our hips were moving slowly to the loud music as our whole bodies were budging in sync and nothin else mattered.

In the next moment some dude ran into us, pretending it wasn't on purpose. We separated and somehow both gave him an awfully angry glare.

„Sorry gals!" That tall guy with his big nerdy glasses and that hipster beard was obviously drunk.

„But. Like. Can you kiss again? I w-nna take a picture!" Both disgusted and angry, we left the dance floor. We sat down next to Sharon and Kaitlyn. Both giggling.

„What are you laughing about?" It was getting hard for me to articulate with alcohol and happiness rushing through my body.

„There was this guy, trying to flirt with us..." Kaitlyn started the sentence , still giggling.

„...but then he suddenly said ‚Uh lesbians' and disappeared!" Sharon continued. Both of them started to laugh even harder, as if the story got funnier by telling it out loud.

„Well that's awkward" Elise mumbled in my direction. I smiled in embarrassment.

Just a little later, Sharon and Kaitlyn decided to head home. It was around 1am and they forced Elise and me to come with them since we were both pretty drunk. None of us wanted to, but somehow they managed to get us out of the bar. We went slowly to Kaitlyn's house, sometimes crushing into each other because we couldn't walk straight anymore.

"Stop sh-shoving me!" Elise ranted causing me to laugh.

"You're shoving me!" I giggled. Elise suddenly stopped walking.

„What's wrong?" She started to complain about her foot hurting, even though nothing had happened. She didn't stop grumbling until I got her piggyback. She wrapped her arms around me tight and laid her head on my shoulder. Although I had to carry her while walking, it was really comfortable for me. With clenched fist Elise started to do that Superman thing, stretching her right arm into the direction we were going to. She started to whoo like the ‚Whoo-girls' on ‚How I met your mother'.

It took us a few more minutes to drive at Kaitlyn's apartment building. They forced us to stay at their's because they didn't want us to go home, being drunk. Looking back I do appreciate that decision.

Elise and I went right inside while Kaitlyn walked Sharon home. As we got in, I automatically took off my shoes and my pants. I was that kind of person, that would rather wear no pants at a comfortable place than skinny jeans or anything that makes me feel squeezed. It was awful to wear those leather pants of Carmilla, but that was work.

I was surprised when Elise did the same.

„What? Am I not allowed to do that?" Elise said laughing. At that moment I realized that I was starring at her perfect legs.

„Oh no I'm fine with it" I said grinning.

„Sooo..." Elise stepped closer, starting to take her shirt off.

„...are you fine with this as well?" I could smell the alcohol as she got closer. My drunk self somehow managed to take that super tight shirt off without falling. But as I stood there, looking at those abs of Elise's I felt like falling. All I could say was an awkward ‚wow'. That blonde girls smiled and said „Wow yourself Natasha." My cheeks turned dark red. To distract from that I almost shouted in that weird voice of mine „Wanna check out what Kaitlyn got to drink?"

„Yass" We both went into the kitchen. We've both been there before to practice scenes or to shoot a video for Kaitlyn's youtube channel. I couldn't tell where they would hide stuff like alcohol but Elise seemed to know. She was suddenly standing in front of me with a bottle of red whine and something I didn't know. Probably some liquor.

„How did you even...?" My sentence was interrupted by Elise grabbing my hand, leading me to the room where most of Kaitlyn's videos are filmed. Their bedroom.

However, Elise opening that bottle of whatever was the last thing I remembered from that night.

The next morning I woke up, alone, in Kaitlyn's bed. It took me a minute to recreate everything that had happened the night before. The kiss, crashing into each other, the whine and then there was this giant whole in my head. I didn't remember.