"You're drunk." I laugh as she falls all over me—literally.
I hold her in my arms to keep her from falling.
"Jesus christ, You're going to have to take her home. No one can see her like this." One of the hosts said.
"I was just thinking the same thing. I'll have to go tell her family." I chuckle at the giggly girl.
"Don't bother, I'll let the Clifford's now."He looked appalled at her.
I'd deck him in the face if I didn't need both of my hands to support her. I managed to get her out the door before I finally have to pick her up and carry her to my car.
"You're car smells good." She grinned.
"Thank you." I focus on driving her safely home.
"Why are you always at my house? Like you have your own." Belle asks.
"It's a house, not a home." I sigh.
"What do you mean?" she looked so confused as she tries to process everything.
"My parents work a lot and I've got two older brothers. I'm lonely. And your house has better snacks." I shrug.
"This is a stupid dress." She groans as she unzips it.
"Noooo!" I groan trying to argue with her to keep her dress on.
"It's hot!" She whines.
"We are almost to your house. Just wait." I speed up to make it there faster.
We finally get to her house and takes her dress off in the middle of the driveway.
I gulped at the sight of her in a bra and a thong... AND she had kept her heels on. She was like an elegant fantasy.
"Isabelle." I begin to get frustrated as I coral her into the house.
"You're not Caleb!" She giggles.
"No, I'm Luke." I remind her.
"Luke's mean to me." She pouts.
"Please be Caleb?" She drapes her body on me begins to kiss me.
"Belle, no." I push her away.
"You don't like me?" She sniffles before she begins to cry.
"No,no, no, no! Belle, I like you but you don't like me, remember?" I try to save this.
"I like you now." she defends.
"Let's get you sober." I sigh and walk to the kitchen.
I make her a grilled cheese and give it to her.
"Thank you." she grins and begins to eat.
Within twenty minutes she was better.
"Luke, I don't feel so good." She holds her head.
"You're just tired. Come on, let's get ready for bed." I felt like her babysitter.
"Why am I not in clothes?" She asked.
"You stripped." I sigh.
"We didn't..." She begins to say.
"No. Just kissed." I say until we arrive to her room.
"Um... Luke?" She asked.
"Yes?" I look up at her pretty blue eyes.
"Thank you." She pecked my cheek.
"No problem. I feel better this way knowing no other sleaze took you home." I smile before leaving.
"Wait. Stay the night?" She bit her lip.
"Uh... you sure?" I gulp.
"Yes. I'd like to spend the night with you." Belle blushed.
And so we did.
