Love in New York [Under Construction].

VI.

June 7

"Lyra!" I squealed running up to her. "Hey 'Liyah." We hugged. She pulled away and put her arm around the African man beside her. "Aaliyah, Adam, this is Jameel. Jameel this is Adam and Aaliyah." I waved to the handsome dark skinned man. We all shook hands, introducing ourselves further.

"Now, are you guys ready to party?" Lyra yelled, drawing slight attention to us. "Let's just go" I said laughing at her, and waving down a taxi van. The four of us piled into the van and talked all the way to the club. We showed them our IDs, my ID  was fake because I'm only twenty. Body squeezed onto the dance floor, grinding and moving to the rhythm of the music; it was worse than packed. We all went over to the bar.

"Four shots of tequila" she told the bartender. He poured the hard liquor into the shot glasses. "To the night!" Lyra yelled as we all downed the shots. My throat burned from the liquid. Lyra then pulled everyone onto the dance floor. Everyone was having fun, except me. I felt awkward dancing, I felt like everyone was silently judging me. I left the dance floor and went into the bathroom away from the head pounding music. Lyra followed me inside. "What are you doing in here?" "Avoiding dancing and making a fool of myself. I shouldn't even be here." Lyra rolled her eyes at me. "You are such a baby!" 

I crossed my arms. "No I'm not!" 

"Then loosen up and have some fun! Don't be such a buzz kill!" I pushed past her. "I'm not a buzzkill" I snapped. I went up to the bar and took a few more shots. I was now feeling pretty tipsy. In the corner found Adam sitting in a booth and pulled him onto the dance floor. "I'm having so much fun!" I yelled dancing to the beat. Starships by Nicki Minaj went off and 'Climax' by Usher came on. All the ladies in the club, grabbed a man. It was so slow and sexual. I started grinding on Adam getting as close to him as possible. Our eyes locked as we continued to sway to the beat.

The song soon ended but I stayed moving my hips. Adam seemed to like it. He began whispering little spanish words in my ear, his hands resting on my waist. Someone walked past me with a drink and I suddenly had the urge to get one. "I'll be right back" I told him pushing through the crowd. I walked over to the bar and up to the bartender. "One vodka shot over here" I ordered. The bartender passed me the glass and I downed it. I fixed my boobs in my top and was going to walk to Adam in the crowd when I tripped. I know began to think that I was clumsier than I thought.

My knee became sore and a white boy helped me up. "Let me buy you a drink." "Alright!" I grinned. The strange man kept ordering me drinks until I was practically sick. He rested his hand on my upper thigh. 

"Hey, you wanna come back to my place tonight?"

Adam's POV

"Lyra, where is Aaliyah?" Lyra stopped kissing Jameel, "I thought she was with you." 

I quickly left Lyra to go find Aaliyah. After a few minutes of searching I started to get worried the club was not that big, it was just a hole in the wall. I scanned the room and saw her following behind some white guy. I ran over and pulled her back away from him. He looked back as I snatched her hand from him. He held his hands up defensively. 

"Hey man I don't want to start any trouble, I was just trying to have some fun." 

I glared at him until he walked away. "He didn't try anything, did he?" Aaliyah just smiled, and drunkenly slurred her words. I shook my head and decided it was time to take her home. We said goodbyes to Lyra and Jameel, and I went outside to wave down a taxi. "Tell me a joke" Aaliyah whined. "Aaliyah not right now." 

"Why don't you like me?" she whined, "I thought we were close."

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We arrived at the apartment building and I helped her get out of the car. "I love you" she slurred. "Don't you love me?" "Yeah I do." She wouldn't remember all of this in the morning. "Yay!" She tried to push me against the wall as her hands roamed under my shirt. 

"Aaliyah-" 

I heard a gag, then throw up landed all on my shirt. 

"Sorry, babe" she said going to wipe it off. I caught her hands, "Just leave it, okay?" Drunks. This situation reminds me too much of my mom. I helped her into the elevator where an black elderly couple was. Aaliyah grabbed my hands and put them on her hips. 

"We love each other" she said to them. The elevator stopped and they got off. The door closed and the elevator started moving again. "Jesucristo ¿qué voy a hacer contigo?(Jesus Christ, what am I going to do with you?)" She smiled up at me. "I don't speak spanish, Adam." I facepalmed. "I- Never mind." After walking a bit, we arrived at her elevator. I took her key out of her purse, opening the door. "Home sweet home!" I shushed' her. "People are trying to sleep."

I took off my soiled shirt and put on one she had laying down. She sat on the couch next to me and I took off her heels. "Adam, I wanna party." "No, you're going to bed." "But I'm not tired." I helped her into her bedroom and put the covers over her. Just as I got ready to leave she grabbed my shirt with pleading eyes. 

"Don't leave."

 I didn't want her to stay alone in this condition."Okay I'll stay for a little bit." She pulled me into bed next to her. Her body fit perfectly with my body. "Just stay here."

June 7

I woke up the next morning alone in the bed. My mind instantly went into panic mode. 

"Aaliyah?" I got up. "Aaliyah!" 

I walked into the living room and saw her sitting on the couch with a some ginger ale and crackers next to her. "You feeling alright?" "No. I feel awful." I laughed a little. "It's not funny, I can't even remember what happened last night. My parents would be so disappointed." She put her head in her hands. "Don't be so hard on yourself. Things happen." "Maybe you're right. I'm overreacting." Just then a knock came from the door. "Can you get that?" "Yeah, sure." 

I opened the door to a family. But it wasn't just any family it was Aaliyah's. "Is this the right apartment?"one of the boys asked their mom. "This is Aaliyah's apartment. I'm her friend Adam." I put my hand out to shake but they ignored me. I heard Aaliyah's footsteps behind me. "Mom? Dad?" Aaliyah walked past me and hugged them."You look terrible! And why do you smell like liquor?" Aaliyah looked back at me and then turned back to face her parents. "It's a long story."

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