"You give up?" He asked, a familiar cheeky grin on his lips.
"No," I whispered, staring up at him.
"Your choice," he breathed, leaning down. His lips caught mine in an embrace, the vodka long forgotten.
He pulled away, breathing heavily.
"God you're so beautiful," he whispered.
"That's the whiskey talking," I smiled.
"Vodka," he corrected, sitting up.
"Like I said, it's the alcohol."
He laughed as I reached up.
"The stars are stunning," I said drunkly.
He lay down next to me, staring at the stars.
"Amb?" He said, looking over at me.
"Hm?" I looked over to him, a small smile on my lips.
He leaned forward, his lips catching mine in another drunken embrace.
"I love you," he whispered, putting his arms around me.
"I love you too," I murmured, snuggling closer to his chest as sleep begun taking over.
"Night Amb," he said.
"Nigh..."
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I woke up snuggled up to something warm and soft.
The cold swept against my back and I snuggled closer to the warmer thing.
It moved and chuckled.
"Jeez. Stop crawling into my skin," it groaned.
I sat up quickly, recognizing the boy's voice.
We were still on the roof, expect the sun was rising.
"Oh shi..." I jumped up, grabbing the empty vodka bottle and my jacket.
"Amb what are you doing?" He asked, sitting up and yawning.
"We need to go. Now. Whatever happened last night-"
"Nothing happened," he said blankly.
"-can't ever happen again," I said frantically, searching for the bottle head.
By now he'd stood and he grabbed my arm.
I whipped around, crazy fear in my eyes.
"What happened to you? You were so open last night and now...now you're so distant," he said, his eyes searching mine.
"I..." My eyes averted to the floor and I pulled my arm away,"I was drunk. It was a mistake."
"If that's what you think, then so be it," he said, stepping back and letting me search for the bottle lid.
I found it and stood up, slipping it in my pocket.
"Amb you may regret last night, but I didn't," he said, taking both my arms.
His eyes were frantically searching mine for something. For anything.
"Nothing happened...last night...never happened," I whispered, moving away.
And just like that, his eyes fell, all hopefulness gone.
He sighed and walked away, leaving me on the roof with the wind snatching at my clothes.
I turned the bottle cap, the vodka sign almost completely faded.
"It...never...happened," I whispered, setting it down.
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Ambrosia
Teen Fiction"Ambrosia is said to be the food and drink of gods. It's believed that whoever ate it became immortal. What a stupid myth..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ambrosia is in a coma, one that has taken a year of her life. Time has meant nothing u...
