The after party at the Oakley house was already in full swing when we arrived. It’s my favorite kind of party. Lots of people, but not too many, and everyone knows everyone.
I’m hammered and I cling tightly to Stale to keep my balance.
“Let’s drink me more,” I say excitedly to Stale. He smiles widely, but gives a questioning look. He’s so cute.
“Do as the lady wants, Sandbech.” Shouts a voice from behind Stale.
“If you want more, I want more.” Stale says, placing his arm around my shoulder. He guides us to a table littered with bottles of alcohol and beer. “Anything you want.”
At that very moment a dangerous thought runs through my head. Anything I want. I don’t say what I’m thinking, but I show it. I turn slightly and hug Stale. I hold him and look up at his face. I want him.
He kisses my forehead, still holding me in the hug, and says “dragon fruit vodka it is.”
We take our shots and I can feel my level of intoxication rise even more. I never drink this much, but I’m having too much fun to care.
The after party is wild for about two hours. Some guys got their boards and started shredding the rails outside the house. Others did backflips off the pool table. Stale hung by my side as we watched everyone get crazy. We danced around and even went sledding down the hill in the backyard.
Now it’s late and the partying is dying. I’m snuggled on the couch with Stale. We are face to face, with our legs intertwined. I play with the stings of his hoodie, while he uses his hands to pull me closer to him.
“I want to kiss you.” Stale whispers to me. I don’t make eye contact with him.
“I want you to kiss me.” I say honestly. I’m still drunk, which is the only reason I admitted that. “You can’t kiss me though.”
I nuzzle my head into Stale’s chest. He takes one hand and runs this fingers through my hair. I feel so content folded into him.
“KIMMY HILL” Someone yells. The house is almost completely silent that it’s impossible to not hear the shout. I spring up at the sound of my name and Stale does the same.
I stand up to see who called my name. Stale follows my lead and puts his arm perfectly around my waist and I lean into him. It only takes a few seconds to realize who called for me…Mark.
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McMorris and Me: Part tWO
FanfictionKimmy and Mark McMorris are best friends turned boyfriend/girlfriend. He's a pro snowboarder and she's a normal girl, so they knew their relationship would be difficult, but maybe it's more work than they thought.
