***REWRITTEN***
Life with the Blake Brothers
Chapter Four
“Come on Trent, loosen up.” I said tugging on his hands and dragging him out onto the dance floor. I was already feeling the alochol even after just two drinks. But at the moment I didn't really care. I just wanted to dance with Trent, and for him to get the stick out of his butt and have a good time. His friends seem to be having fun so why couldn't he?
“I don’t dance.” He just stated simply as we moved to the middle of the dance floor.
I just grabbed his hands placing them on my hips and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Just one dance.” I said and smiled and he reluctantly nodded his head. He began to move with me and he wasn't an awful dancer. "See you can dance." I'm not sure if he had heard me or not, because he didn't respond. But I just lost myself in the music and let my body feel the beat.
One dance quickly turned into two, which soon turned into four and five until we headed back to the bar, ordering a couple of shots and sucking them down.
“You know Trent, your hair is very soft.” I said as I ran my fingers through his brown locks. His hair wasn't very long, but it suited him. And I liked it. “And you have beautiful eyes.”I told him to which he smiled to. “And dimples, I am a sucker for dimples, they are just too cute!” I pinched his cheeks.
“You’re drunk.” He simply stated, taking my hands off of his face.
“Well so are you.” He laughed.
“Buzzed, yes. Drunk, no.” I frowned and motioned for his to stay there as I walk over to the beer pong and demand me and my friend play the next game. Immediately agreeing I rushed back to Trent and dragged him over. He didn't know how to play when we first started but by the end of the first game of beer pong he was quite good at it.
After many rounds of beer pong, I had finally managed to get the ‘hot loner’ drunk. The quiet ones are always the best drunks is what they said. And they were true. I laughed as Trent walked through the house, clucking and flapping his arms like a chicken. Someone had asked him if they thought that KFC would be open, which brought on the acting like a chicken.
I followed Trent all around the house, coming to a stop when we arrived back on the dance floor. I grin wickedly when I spotted the perfect prop. I motioned to Trent with my head and we took off, sprinting towards the piece of wood. Hopping up onto the table with Trent, I nodded my head at the DJ, who change the slow song to a faster one as Trent and I began to dance.
Somewhere between the first dance and the second someone handed me a whole bottle of vodka, but before I could even think I was pouring it all over the people standing near the table. There were some complaints but they were drowned out by the roar of the crowd.
I felt somebody lifting me up before I was place back on the ground with four drunk, angry brothers in front of me and a drunk Trenton next to me. I slowly and unnoticeably hooked my arm in Trent’s and took off in a dead sprint. When we were far enough away from the brothers we slowed down to a walk and went exploring.
“I’m tired Trent.” I whined and opened a random, unlocked door. There was a bed and that’s all I cared about. It was late, I was drunk, and the only thing I wanted right now was to fall asleep on this comfy looking bed. And that's exactly what I was going to do. I climbed into the bed and got underneath the covers. I closed my eyes and faintly remember somebody climbing in next to me and placing their arm over my stomach.
