I Love Chuck Bass

Chapter 3: Well, Good Night!

"Owen! What the. Hell. Are you doing." I yelled.
"Playing along. Don't be so easy. I knew you didn't have pepper spray you know." He was right. I used the last of it about a week ago when I got bored and decided to spray its contents into a bowl. Once again, sheer boredom.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to where my Jack Sparrow blanket lie on the ground.
"What's in the bag?" I ask raising my left brow.
"Its a surprise." He said with a sly smile.
" Oh a surprise?" I inquired of him. Much to my surprise as intended, Owen pulled out a bottle of wine. He hated wine.
"This really IS a surprise. I thought you didn't drink wine." I said
"I don't," he responded "but you do" he winked. My insides twisted. TWISTED. I wasn't sure what I was feeling. His eyes were so brown it hurt. No, I won't think about it. All I'd think was how useful his fake ID had become. I love New York city. "Maybe I will have a cup. Is their anything for you?" I asked.
"No shit." He said. I giggled. He pulled out a bottle labeled vodka. Well I guess I won't be having much tonight.
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Only 30 minutes had passed and Owen was drunk off his ass.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR! " He was yelling "HAPPY HAPPY I COULD KISS YOU NEW YEAR! OH HAPPY NEW, OH BOY!" He yelled and yelled and tripped and fell.
"Let's go home." I said.
"No! Don't take me home I don't want to go home! Mom! She will kill me. I'm going to DIE!" He was freaking out! I made the decision to take him to my loft. I have been living in a nice loft 6 blocks from school for almost a month. I moved in around December 3rd. Living alone was risky but my uncle owned the building and kept it locked up tight. The front door was key and buzz only. The elevator delivered you to your room by pass codes. It was super safe, and super private.
We got in a taxi and I gave the driver my street, to be safe I gave him the street address of the shop next door. The driver nodded and peeled out.
"That's not my address! Where are we going! Are you kidnapping me?" Owen started screaming. The taxi driver looked at me suspiciously.
"No, no! He's extremely drunk and his parents are in for the holiday." I lied bold faced. He nodded and continued, but I knew he knew. This was Owen Ivory! He was this years up and coming! Teen Vogues Next Cover! Of course I looked suspicious, but he kept on driving.
Without further questioning, we arrived at my building.
"Please don't sell this to the tabloids," I told the driver then handed him a $100 bill. "Keep the change."
I half walked, half dragged Owen to the front door where my door man gave me a knowing yet apologetic smile. He would take this to his grave and I knew it.
The elevator was the trickiest part. I spent a good ten minutes stubbornly trying to hold Owen up and punch in my code at the same time. Giving in, I balanced Owen on the far wall where he slid slowly to the ground. He was mumbling something I couldn't understand.
"Shh," I said. "You'll wake the neighbors." I was full of it. I didn't have any neighbors I had a floor to myself.
The elevator finally opened to foyer of my apartment. The foyer flowed right into a small living room and kitchen combo with a high ceiling. The ceiling extended to the entirety of the up stairs.
Up stairs was also small. A single bedroom and en suite master bath. What more did I need.
Part of the deal that my mother struck with me for this place was she payed rent and the car expenses if I shopped second hand for all appliances and furniture. Easy enough. The couch where I laid a half sleeping Owen was made of pleather. It's best feature was the pull out bed. On the far wall was the only expensive thing I owned, an 84 inch flatscreen. It was a 16th birthday gift from my uncle. I turned on the TV.
"What do you wanna watch?" I asked Owen.
"TEEN MOM!" He yelled. I laughed a little to myself.
"How about Boy Meets World?" I asked. He didn't respond so I figured that meant go for it. "I'm going to make you some coffee to kill the buzz."
"Buzz Kill!" He yelled.
"No shit!" I yelled back and laughed.
I put some French Vanilla Latte in the Kürieg. I distinctly remember him telling me before Christmas that it was his favorite, especially when he was drunk. When I brought the cup over he seemed to have sobered up slightly because he was noticing life.
"Thanks," he said taking the cup. I smiled at him.
"Sure," I said turning to stand and face the TV.
"Come sit," he said.
"No, I'm fine standing," I told him.
"Bulllllshit!" he said and pulled me down next to him.
"I said I was fine," I told him.
"You say a lot of shit I don't believe," he said.
"Yeah, well." I hid my face. I got up and lifted the couch cushion revealing a blanket folded flat against the pull out bed. I grabbed it and then reached behind the couch to get a pillow.
"Here, take these," I said. "You're still drunk, and you need to sleep it off before you go home. You can tell your mom you spent the night with Leo. He told his parents he was with you anyway."
"Sneaky bastard," he said taking the pillow and blanket. "Hey."
His voice stopped me as I was getting up from the couch. I spun around. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down slowly.
"Thank you," he said again. "Really."
"It's fine really," I told him.
"You don't have to care for me. You could have just said 'blankets here and pillows there.' But you didn't."
"Yeah, well. That's what I do I guess."
"I'm an ass."
"Yes you are."
He looked at me as if I was the most confusing thing in the world.
"Well I'm going to go up stairs," I said. "Sleep well."
I was prepared to hop up and go upstairs. But before I could move he did something I didn't expect. He kissed me.
It was gentle and cautious. At first, I didn't return the kiss. But my psyche got the best of me and next thing I new I was kissing him back. My passion heightened and my hands went to his hair, his to my waist pulling me closer. The kiss felt real but it ended quickly.
My face was heated when he pulled back with urgency.
"Um," I said. "Well, good night!"
With that I escaped up the step as quickly as I could without tripping. Which wasn't very quickly because my head was still spinning.