- cause baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run.
"i know right! stay at home, watch netflix, getting cheesy Doritos fingers, ugh. not my idea of a good night. i'd rather go out and have fuuun."
"what's fun to you anyway?"
"hmm.. i'm not sure. going out and doing what you like, alone, or with someone. anything could be fun. roadtrips are fun. parties are fun. theme parks are fun. and i-"
"and you, are funny. plus, you talk alot when you're drunk." he smiles.
"not drunk, just tipsy and slurring. blabbering. you, Mister, i believe you should have some more drink." she giggles.
she leans on to his shoulder as he places his head on top of hers.
. . .
she has sobered up. a little.
he's.. drunk. hammered. intoxicated. or any words in a dictionary that can describe being affected by alcohol to the extent of losing control.
"where are you going?" he pouts, tugging her hand as Natasha stands up.
"home."
"yeaah? okay. be caaarefuul Natashaa, don't forget to brush your teeth before you go to sleep!" he giggles, eyes closed.
she stares as him, the now very drunk Noah. looking away, she busts through a small crowd of people that are still there.
she left.
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how to be a heartbreaker
Short Storyshe doesn't believe in love. the concept of falling for someone just to get her heart broken doesn't seem to intrigue her anymore. she doesn't risk losing again, and thinking that love is a mere addiction she doesn't want to participate in, atleast...
