Been You

Chapter 6: Party With Me

JUSTIN'S POV:

     "Welcome to the party, lovebirds," Christian says from the porch of the house. Way to ruin a moment. Ely and I were laughing, with her in my arms, just after I kissed her on the cheek. This was my chance to make my move on her. But of course Christian had to ruin it. "I see the happy couple is still happy. What a shame," Christian muses.

The smiles fade from our faces as I release Ely from my grasp. It almost physically hurts to pull away from her. I guide her inside, my hand on her lower back. We awkwardly walk past Christian. Don't get me wrong, he's usually a little bit of a jerk, but something tells me alcohol makes him just that much worse. Ely and I go straight for the kitchen, not wanting to take this party on sober.

"Pick your poison," I say to Ely. In high school, we were forced to drink whatever we could get our hands on, which was usually beer. But, now, we have our pick, and Ely clearly hadn't given it much thought until now, because it's taking her a while to decide.

"Lemonade Vodka?" She says, unsurely. The hockey team certainly has no shortage of drinks, so I fill her cup generously. I grab a beer for myself, not the type to experiment. When I close the fridge, I notice Ely had already downed half of her drink. Knowing that she's a lightweight, I make a mental note to make sure her next drink is more lemonade than vodka. "C'mon, J, let's dance!" Ely yells happily. She's so cute. She bounces towards the basement where the music and the bulk of the music is. She has her cup in one hand, my wrist in the other. When we get to the basement, most girls are dancing, with half the guys watching from the wall, and the other half trying to get a girl to dance on them. Ely starts twerking, and I'm mesmerized. I've seen Ely dance before, many times. There's nothing Ely loves more than dancing. But ever since I've started catching feelings... it's different. I can't tear my eyes away from her, she's so sexy. A hand claps on my shoulder, breaking me away from my thoughts.

"Man, if you don't dance with her, I will. And I'm so serious when I say that," Christian says, staring at Ely's ass like she's a piece of meat. I glare at him, fighting the urge to punch him in the teeth, when Ely's arms wrap around my neck. She's grinding her hips against mine, and looks at me with her seductive, chocolate brown eyes.

"Dance with me, babe," she says a little too loudly, before leaning into my ear, whispering, "Are you trying to get benched?" Then I put two and two together, realizing she's doing this because of Christian. Part of me is disappointed because it's not real, but the other part is just happy that it's happening at all. I grab her hand, and spin her around. She begins twerking and grinding against my crotch, while I hold her hips, occasionally allowing my hands to travel upwards to her breasts. We are still dancing like this long after Christian has left, making me smile to myself.

We are both sweaty and exhausted, after giving it our all on the dance floor. "Do you want another drink?" Ely asks me, as we head back up to the first floor.

"I think I'm supposed to be the one asking you that, E," I say, jokingly, still red from dancing.

"Fuck gender roles!" Ely yells, already drunk. "I'm getting another drink. I'm gonna get you one too!"

"How about I help you with that, yeah?" I suggest. I do not need her getting anymore drunk than she is now. "I'll make your drink, and you grab my beer, okay? Gender equality." I say, knowing it will pacify her.

"Okay, babe!" she says. I know she's just drunk, but I blush at her calling me babe. I fill her cup with mostly lemonade while her back is turned, making sure that I'm adding the splash of vodka when she turns around. "Thanks, babe," she says, pecking me on the cheek. She's so cute. She takes a sip then says, "I'm sleepy."

"Well, we can't have that, now, can we?" I say, picking her up bridal style, and carrying her to my room. She starts to undress, so I turn away. "Why do you keep doing that, J?" she asks, innocently.

"We'll talk about it in the morning," I lie, tossing her one of my old jerseys. She always said she likes the feel of them. She climbs into my bed shivering.

"Justin, I'm cold," she coos, pulling the comforter up to her chin. "Cuddle with me?" she asks, her eyes widening. How could I say no to that? I get into bed, and engulf her in my arms, my body still hot from dancing. Her eyes flutter shut, and instantly, she's asleep.

"I love you, Elysandra," I whisper, fingering one of her curls.