Mickey's Boy and Kyle's Girl

Chapter 2

Kyle's POV

  "You're such a tease". A girl slurs desperately, batting her eyes at me. My own eyes wash over her body and land on her lips, her teeth biting her bottom one.

  She wasn't the most attractive girl ever. Her short red hair falling above her shoulders. I love girls with long hair. She was considerably short too, five foot one maybe even five foot. I love girls taller than five foot six. She has bright brown eyes. I love girls with bright green eyes with blue swirls in them.

  But she did have nice boobs and a good looking ass. The black low cut top she wears showcases her lovely boobs nicely and the booty shorts do the same. And to me that's all that really matters at this point in time. Call me shallow but I really don't care. Girls will do anything for me and and that just gives me all the more reason to use them. Especially when they're drunk and are looking for a good time.

  "How about we change that then". I whisper, leaning down and nibbling on her left earlobe. With me just doing this made her moan, making not-so-little Kyle wake up. Pushing her against the wall I hoist her up, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. I start walking with her and I open the first door I could find.

  The music coming from downstairs grew quite the moment I close the door. This is one of the reasons why I like parties so much.

  Dropping the girl on the bed I grin at her.

"I hope you're ready for the best night of you life".

***

  Waking up I'm greeted with a pounding head ache. What the heck happened last night? I try remembering but all events become a blur to me.

  As I begin to stretch and sit up I hear a soft snore next to me. My head snaps right and I see a small figure collapsed on the bed, her lower body covered by the blanket and the rest of her body on full display. Her soft tan skin basking in the morning sunlight.

  So that's what I did last night. Shaking my head in disappointment, I sigh. Nice going me. Just another one night stand.

  Jumping out of the bed I locate my clothes and swiftly chuck them back on. Making my way to the door I glance back at the poor girl that I had taken advantage of.

  "Sorry". I say before leaving the room. As I begin walking downstairs I look around and smile; not a single trace of the party that took place last night. Reaching the bottom I walk towards the kitchen and go straight for the medicine draw. Finding the pain killers I move to the sink and fill the glass that was next to me with water. Chugging the water and pills I slam the glass down on the bench.

  Shaking off the chills that were sent down my spine due to the cold water, I move to the refrigerator getting ready to make breakfast.

  Seven minutes later someone stomps down the stairs with a loud groan.

  "I fucking hate parties!" They exclaim. Shaking my head with a small chuckle, I smile.

  "Then why do you throw them?" I ask, surprising the little devil that had stormed into the kitchen.

  "Shut the fuck up".

  "Jeez, calm down Mick".

  She sent me a glare before going into the medicine draw and doing what I had previously done. Turing my attention back to the bacon and eggs I've almost finished cooking, Mickey drops on the seat in front of the breakfast bar.