Promises Are Made To Keep (On Hold)

Promise to Never Drink Again

I've never been drunk before but I think this is what it feels like. My head felt dizzy and my vision sucked balls. I could barely stand, but partially because these high heels were killing my feet. And that's what I literally thought was happening.

"Elilah, my feet are dying." I said starting to panic. "The high heels are killing my feet. They're dying. We have to save them. Hurry."

"Okay, calm down. Your feet will live." Elilah said suppressing a laugh.

I frowned, "You think this is funny?" I asked her very seriously.

"No, no it's not funny." She said. Elilah led me to the couch and sat me down. "I'm gonna go get you some water."

"Okay." I said. When she left I turned to the guy sitting next to me. "Hello, I'm Jamie. Your name is Bob and you're gonna be my best friend." I pulled him into a bear hug.

When I pulled back he was just looking at me like I was crazy. "Um, my name John." He said.

I frowned, "No, your name is Bob. You're my Bob."

Bob looked worried for a moment then he laughed, "You're drunk." He said. "How much did you have to drink?"

"Um," I had to think. How much did I drink? "I don't know and I'm not drunk. I've never felt better." I said. It seemed like the music was getting louder and louder. My already dizzy head was getting even more dizzy.

I stood up and when I caught my balance I pulled Bob up too. "Come with me, Bob. We're gonna go somewhere quiet so we can talk."

"Um, okay." He said following me through the crowd of dancing people. I led him down a hall and into what I guessed to be a guest bedroom.

Once we were in the room, Bob closed the door to block out the music. Then he sat down on the bed beside me. He smiled then I smiled.

He started leaning closer to me. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips. I put my hand up to cover his face. "Bob, we came in here to talk." I said.

"Oh, I thought you wanted me to." He said, "And my name is John not Bob."

"No it's not." I said frustrated. "Your name is Bob and will always be Bob."

He smiled. "So what's gonna happen if I am Bob?" He asked trying to flirt.

"If you're Bob?" I said. "You are Bob. Why do you keep saying that you're not?"

He scooted closer to me. I could smell the mixture of bad cologne, sweat, and beer on him. But I didn't seem to care. "Okay, so I am Bob." He said leaning in. "What does Bob get to do to you?"

"Bob tells me everything." I said not paying attention to how close he was getting. "Tell me all your secrets, Bob." I demanded.

"So you want to know Bob's secrets, huh?" I nodded. He pushed my shoulders back so that I was lying down. Before I could sit back up, he climbed on top of me and pinned my arms down.

"What are you doing, Bob?" I said trying to get my arms out of his grip. "Get off of me."

"But I haven't told you my secrets yet." He said smirking. "Bob really wants to tell you his secrets."

I smiled. "Okay Bob, tell me your secrets."

Bob looked down at my breasts then back up to my face. "You're hot. You know that?" He said.

"Tell me your secrets." I was starting to get impatient. "Now Bob, or I'll... I'll..."

"You'll what?" he asked. "I'm the one who has you pinned down." He positioned my hands above my head so that he could hold them down with his one hand while the other hand played with my hair.