(REWRITE OF EXPECTED)
Autumn Moore never really thought anything could happen. She always took the dangerous road, hoping she wouldn't get hurt in the process. That worked most of the time.
When she was 22, she was doing the normal. Hoping the dange...
2 years before: "It's not funny!" Emma screeched, burying her blushing face into a pillow. "But he sure is.." I mumbled half hoping she heard me. The other half knew that if she did, she'd plain kill me. She pulled her face out of the pillow, glaring at me sternly. I rubbed the back of my neck, standing up quickly. "I mean, Yeah! It's a party! Im gonna get a drink now...." I laughed, scurrying to the table that held all the punch. There were two bowls commonly know as the punch and The punch. I got a cup full of the second. I guess I should introduce myself while we're waiting for something to happen. I'm Autumn.(hi) I'm currently 22 and still in college (a total bore if you ask me). I have no boyfriend and you've practically met my only friend. Emma. She's.......well, what I call interesting. But anyway, back to me. I'm like 5'3 with blueish hair and hazel eyes cause I can. If you must know, I make it my job to dye my hair really weird colors. See like, this one time, it was some poop brown but the next it was bright green. It's pretty fun. It keeps life interesting. But back to the present. Emma dragged me to a college party in an effort for me to find a nice boy and eventually get a boyfriend. Not gonna happen. I almost forgot. This party was different. Different how you might ask. Well, ussally they only let college kids come but the host Kim didn't care who came. That's how her gym was so full. She certainly didn't have that many friends. The lights dulled as a slow song came on, echoing it's slow beats threw out the gym. I hate slow songs cause no one dances with me. I hummed to 'A Thousand Years' by Christina Perry, sipping at my drink. By now, every couple had lined up on the dance floor to dance. After a few seconds of scanning the crowd, I found Emma dancing with some hot Latino that didn't look like he went here. Whatever. As long as she found herself a guy. Since the dance was formal, I was forced to wear a dress. I wore a black lace dress that I was supposed to wear to a funeral, but didn't. I don't like dresses, so this was the only one I owned. My hair was braided in a crown at the top, the rest in wavy curls on my shoulders. I'm glad I could paint that picture for ya. A mans voice ripped me from my thoughts. "What's a pretty girl like you over by yourself? Don't cha got a boyfriend you could dance with?" My heart started to race a little as I anxiously pulled my cup away from my face. A man my age stood in front of me, one hand in his pocket the other holding a red cup. He too was dressed formally in a white button up and black dress pants. Bow tie too.Yet he lacked the nice shoes. Instead he wore all black converse like I did. "Nope. No boyfriend. Why don't you go find a whore to you're liking instead of messing with me?" I snapped, honestly wanting nothing else for this man to leave me alone. The black haired man laughed looking me up and down. His gaze gave me the damn chills. "Well, i already found one." I looked over at the man with a hurt look on my face. He stuck out his arm for me to grab. "Before this slow song ends, would you like to dance with me?" I eyed his arm wearily. I knew that if Emma was here she'd be egging me on. Do it. I thought, do it for Emma. "Sure." I smiled, looping my arm threw his. He lead me onto the dance floor gracefully before stopping randomly. We swayed back and forth to the beat. "By the way, I'm Jorel." He smiled at me placing his left hand in mine, his right on my waist. "Autumn." After a few more seconds of silence he looked at me with an almost bored look. "So, how old are you, Autumn?" I looked him in his puppy eyes. "23. You?" It was too dark for me to see the exact color of his eyes. He looked behind me, stifling a laugh at something. "25." Oh, older man. Sounds dangerous. Just my type. At some point in our dance I pulled my right hand away from his and wrapped both around his neck. He stared at me with an astounded look. "2d base already?" I smiled. "2d base would be making out. I don't think we're that far yet." The slow song ended, all the other couples filtering off of the dance floor so the party animals could go at it. Jorel grabbed me by that hand and twirled me until we were back to the punch bowls. "But we can be if you want." I shook my head at him. "I suppose this is the part where you're thinking, I can either get her number and bang her later or bang her now." Jorel shushed me. "I was..... Only going to ask for you're number. No banging." He paused before smirking at Me. "Not unless you want to..." I laughed, snaking him on the arm. I reached into my blue clutch bag and pulled out a sharpie marker. Emma made me carry one around at all times for this exact reason. I uncapped it the reached for Jorels hand. "Hand?" He obliged giving me his hand. I scribbled down my name and my number. Autumn 'your one night stand' 1+ (317) 459-9850 xoxoxo
He looked down at his hand and smiled at me brightly. Then looked up and grabbed the market and my hand. He scribbled down something, handed me my marker, kissed me on the cheek, and made his way out of the gym. After he was gone I read the writing on my hand. Call me (maybe lol) Jorel:3 317 674 9831 Love, Your one night stand At the very bottom was a scribble heart, colored in black. I smiled looking around for Emma. -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ A/N: Dress:
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