Perfectly Crafted For You

14.

I slip on my outfit, put on way to much make-up and pull my hair into a party pony. Which is just a super high pony tail. This way in case it get super hot while I'm drunk I'll still be okay.

My parents haven't come to talk to me. Yet. But I'm kind of changing my mind. My period did just start, which I know is so annoying of excuse, but I am being super dramatic. Like more dramatic than normal.

Maybe this isn't what I want. Maybe I should just stay in....

Regan: I'm outside hoe

Too late now. I slowly walk down the stairs... I don't really want to talk to anyone. Both Bent's door and my parent's door are closed. I manage to get out the front door without anyone finding out.

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I can hear the music before the the front door is even open. Regan bought me Malibu since she was just so excited I was going to get drunk. She made my drink at QT, a blue raspberry slush with I don't know how much Malibu. I guess I'll find out.

It really very strange being here without Em and Skyla....

I take the first sip of my drink. Eww! It's very much just Malibu. Regan is pulling me and Hali is pushing me onto the dance floor. I take a few more sips. If I'm going to have one more night acting like a fool, I might as well go out with a bang.

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We're about 2 hours in and I am very drunk. Probably a 7. I've just been dancing. I fell once but some guy helped me up. And then I went back and danced with Hali.

Also I have the hiccups and my drink is gone.

It's very hot in here, I want to go outside. I tap Hali and point outside, she nods.

I'm not sure how well I am at walking but I feel so light. Kind of dizzy but I think I can manage.

I wonder if Brody is here?

After what feels like a 4 hour walk, really a stumble, I'm outside. I plop down on the porch. I just need a minute so my head stops spinning.

Someone taps my shoulder. I know, even in this state, it's Brody.

I look up and looks at me and then the ground next to me. I'm assuming he wants to sit there.

"Sit"

He does so. Now he is right next to me. I can feel the heat coming off of him.

"I'm drunk"

He looks taken back.

"It's my first time, and probably my last"

He nods. What did he sit here if he's not going to talk?

But then he does, talk not sign.

"I'm sorry about whatever Mitch said, he won't tell me. And you won't talk to me. But I feel like maybe we have a connection. Which sounds strange, but I thought maybe you felt it too. But then you just stopped talking me and I wasn't sure if-"

I cut him off by grabbing his face with my hands. And all of a sudden the world pauses and I'm sober.

He looks at my eyes, with his deep blue ones I could get lost in for years. Then my lips, they start to tingle just with his stare.

He looks back my eyes, asking for permission. I lean closer and close my eyes.

Then he pulls back... wait what?

My eyes shoot open, he looks regretful.

"Not when you're drunk" He says.

I pout and turn away. I'm ready to go home. But I can't go home drunk... and there is no way Regan and Hali are ready to leave.

"Maybe we can try this when you're sober?" He signs with a smile.

But I want to do it now!

"I want to go home, but I can't" I sign still pouting.

"Why's that?"

"Because my parents can't see me like this. I'm supposed to sleepover at a friend's but they will want to stay here longer."

He just stands up and puts his hand out for me to take. I do so. And my whole arm is on fire. My head is spinning though. I stump into him. and his arm goes around my waist. I can't help but lean into him more. This feel right.

He whispers in to my ear "We have an extra bedroom, you can sleep there tonight" The hair on the back of neck stands up. I nod into his chest.

He pulls back but doesn't let go of my hand. And I sure didn't let go of his. Drunk or not, I want this.

He pulls me through the party and we walk out to his car. I text Regan and Hali and tell them I'm safe and on my way home.

He opens the passenger door and I sit down. He lets go of my hand and I'm sad.

He circles the car and gets in. My arms are crossed and I'm pouting.

He looks at me a quirks his eyebrow.

"You were mean and let go of my hand" 

He chuckles, my favorite sound ever. Then he reaches over and grabs my hand. Ahh this is nice. I smile and close my eyes. They are very heavy. I feel the car start and I drift to sleep.

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