Bonnie & Clyde

Chapter 4: Couldn't Breath

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I wasn't much for the whole 'high school party life.' Which was exactly why Sammy thought it would be better to go to a college one instead.

When we arrived, people were already throwing up in the front yard and screaming bloody murder. Seeing this definitely shifted my mood to one of disgust and discontent.

Maybe going to the party wasn't such a good idea after all.

Sensing my foul mood, Sammy grabbed my hand and turned to me. "Trust me," she said. "It'll be more fun once we're inside."

Sammy dragged me with her as she bobbed and weaved through the crowd. Everyone was drinking and sweaty and screaming and yelling. Not to mention just how loud the music was. I was practically deaf by the time we reached the kitchen.

"Hey, Sammy!" A voice called. It was unfamiliar to me but it was clear that Sammy knew it. Her face immediately brightened at the sound of it. She was about to take off but then shot me a guilty look.

"You can go say hi," I yelled over the music. "I don't mind."

"You sure?" Sammy asked with a look of mild worry on her face.

"Positive," I said. I watched as she shot me a thankful look and scurried off into the crowd.

I found myself staring blankly at the shelves in the refrigerator. It was nothing but beer and vodka. A bitter expression crossed over my features as I shut the door.

I wasn't unfamiliar with alcohol. I just simply didn't like the taste. And if one of us was going to get shit-faced for the night, I would rather it be Sammy.

The music pumped and boomed throughout the far-too-small-to-house-this-big-of-a-party home and people danced all over each other.

I found myself shuffling through to the living room but that was a terrible mistake. I don't know how it happened but apparently I was somehow mixed up in a dance battle and had supposedly won. Don't ask.

Feeling the air grow thicker around me, I considered going to the backyard. The front yard would have sufficed if it didn't have the putrid odor of vomit. But unfortunately the backyard didn't work ether. Why, you ask? That was the smoke zone.

So ultimately I settled for the second floor. I knew that upstairs was the designated sex zone but I was far too sweaty and overwhelmed to care. I needed to breath even if it meant breathing the fumes of babies being made.

It took me far too long to get up the short amount of steps due to all the people coming down, practically taking me down with them. But I made it and was faced with an empty hallway.

The contrast between both floors took my off guard for a moment. It was so quiet and calm upstairs while the downstairs was so loud and obnoxious. It was a wonder to me how the music hadn't carried up here as loud as it was down there.

I jiggled a few doorknobs and finally one opened. It was a girl's room. I could tell by the pink walls and comforters. And I could really tell by the wooden letters over the bed that spelled Sophia.

I took a deep breath of relief as I shut the door. I didn't bother turning on the light switch. The moonlight coming in through the window was comforting.

I leisurely made my way to the mattress and sat down. It felt like I'd been walking around for hours.

I closed my eyes for a moment and steadied my breathing. I was about to lean back and lie down for a second before someone opened the door.

"Oh," a voice in the dark said. "I thought this was the restroom."

The voice stung me with familiarity. It was deep and caramel like.

I just looked at his shadowed features, trying to paint a picture in my head as to what he looked like. He was tall and angular. His limbs stretched out but seemed gentle enough.

"Is this your room?" The boy asked.

"Hm?" I let out. I turned to the giant letters on the wall to my left. "Oh, no."

"So you're not Sophia?" He asked with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"I am not Sophia," I confirmed. A small smile on my face grew.

The boy casually leaned against the doorframe as he asked, "So what are you doing in her room?" I could hear a smirk on his lips.

"Trying to breath," I answered honestly.

He paused for a moment. I couldn't see his face very well but something about the expression seemed intense. After a moment a silence, he quietly asked, "May I join you?"

I considered his words and nodded my head slightly. I watched as he gently shut the door behind him and took a seat next to me. He left a generous amount of space between us that put at ease.

There wasn't much to say as I just stared at my hands. I peeked through my hair at him and I saw that he was doing the same. He fiddled with his fingers on his lap as his back and chest rose and fell at a steady pace.

"Couldn't breath, huh?" He almost whispered. The silence in the room was so thick that he seemed too afraid to disturb it.

"Yeah," I answered. He nodded his head slightly.

"Me neither."

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Ehyo!! Another baby chapter for you all.

Thanks for reading!

-eryn ~~