Forever Young

chapter 8

Still needs editing, sorry guys just try to enjoy the story, hope you all like it!

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ASH'S POV

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"come on man you have to come!"

"quit whining at me theo, you know i dont do parties."

'just this one time! you wont regret it, its at holly's house, its a blacklight party."

he sounded like he was trying to bribe a child with cookies, but it still perked my interest,m "im listening..."

he spun around in my computer chair while sounding like a car salesman. "think about it, dark room, girls dancing around in their underwear in glowing paint and a free pass. a free pass you say? yes! most people will bew so drunk they wont remember half of the nights events. this give you a free pass to be or do or say almost anything you want!'

i sighed and flopped down on my bed, starring at the ceiling. 'fine, you make a good point."

"i know i do! now hurry your ass up, it started like half an hour ago."

"i thought you werent supposed to be first to the party, like fashionably late and stuff."

"good job sherlock. thats not the point though, we are missing perfectly good oppurtunities to paint the girls who are just arriving."

"dude, you do know you have girlfriend right?"

He put his hand over heart and scoffed, "im offended, Ash. come on, you know how much i love Andy. You see, young padowan, this when our policy comes into play, look but don't touch."

i didnt have the heart to tell him that painting a half naked girl technically was touching.

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"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" i heard chanting comming from the dining room. i was just buzzed enough to care, so i went to check it out.

I got a little distracted on the way and swallowed one or two more disgusting cups of beer. it burned my throat and left a terrible after taste, but i wanted to forget. about dakota and about.... no i couldnt even think his name...

By the time i got to the dining room all i heard were yells and i saw Dakota herself dancing on the table, surrounde by drunk idiots. i was so stunned by the shear beauty of her, and shocked by the amount of skin she was showing that i couldnt move.

The next thoughts were ones of anger and protectiveness. these guys posed a threat to her if they got any ideas and i decided to get her out of there before she did something shed regret.

I grabbed her around the waist and threw her over my shoulder. As i did, the whole crowd groaned and protested, including her. I carried her to living room where people were dancing and put her down. lost in my own thoughts, i laughed becuase i was saving Koty from the things all those guys wanted to do to her, when i wanted to do the same things, and that was just funny to me in my drunken state.

Then i remembered her face when i had called her that name, the she was making right then, and sighed. she was so cute when she was angry.

"Here," i handed her a paint brush from the stand right beside us, and ripped off my shirt like almost every other guy had done. "Paint me."

She threw the paintbrush back down and plunged her hands into the bucket of glowing paint. Apparenty she was just going to finger paint me. That made me laugh. Smiling and giggling, she rubbed the cold paint all over my shoulders and down my back. She painted my chest. leaving handprints everywhere. She laughed especially hard as she drew shapes and lines down my stomach muscles. i thanked my years of swim team for all the muscles covering my body, i had to quit that summer to get in extra studies for college. Or at least that was my excuse. i couldnt handle being in the water without... no i came here to forget.

i felt her fingers, wet with cold neon paint, trace all the way down to my jeans before i caught her hands and pulled them to my arms.

my voice was slightly shaky when i said, "you missed these"

she painted circles all the way around my arms and left a handprint on my face. she dragged me over to the counter in the kitchen where people were doing belly shots and slurred, "while we're waiting on that paint to dry, do a belly shot with me!"

i couldnt speak when i realised what that was, i just knew i wanted to be closer to her, so i nodded my head as she hoppedc up on the counter and layed down. some guy with peircings all over his face puored liquor in her belly button, which was peirced i noticed, and moved on to the girl in the other counter. so i bent down and sucked the alcohol off her stomach as everyone around us cheered.

i picked her up off the counter as she sat up, rapping her legs around my waist. i softly kissed hewr neck as i walked over to dance floor, bumping into everyone, but not caring at all. i put her down and spun her around, hands on her hips. i looked around and the last coherent thought i had was that it reminded me of a scene from Dirty Dancing.

that was the last thought becuase one does not simply think of other things when a girl like Dakota is dancing all over you. we danced for what seemed like forever and yet not long enough when she reached up and whispered "Thirsty" into my ear.

so i laced our fingers together and lead us to the bar. we were almost there when suddenly her hand slipped out of mine. confused i turned around and saw her collapsed on the floor, and then she started to shake, her mouth foaming, everything got quiet, the music stopped, people whispered to themselves. someone shouted "call 911!" and one word regestered in my head as i held her head up so she wouldnt hurt herself. Seizure.