Sunset Under the Waterfall

Chapter 4: Drunk Fun

I hop into Dylan's car, he instantly questions why I came out my window instead of my door. I filled him in. I don't think he was very convinced about the whole "mom letting me disobey the rules to have fun" thing. We pulled out of the street and sped off to the party.

It took 5 minutes to get there. 5 whole minutes of me staring at Dylan and his outfit and just realizing everything about him was perfect. We pulled over at the house's street.

"Hey," he exclaimed," If I get really drunk, can you take me home? I mean, I'll do the same for you, but if it happens to me..."

"Yes," I replied," Dylan, do you honestly think I wouldn't take you home if you got drunk?"

"Well I'm just making sure that we're on the same page," he answered. We started walking up to the house, to hear music almost vibrate the door off its hinges. He opened the door and I was blinded by the lasers and other lights. People were just dancing or whatever you call jumping up and down to music. All of them were holding a red solo cup, most likely filled with some kind of alcohol in it. All of the people dancing, were clearly drunk.

I looked over at Dylan, looking for an excuse to back out of here, but all I got was a shrug from him like, If you can't beat them, join them. He grabbed my hand pulled me into the kitchen and poured me a drink.

" You've never had alcohol before, have you?" He questioned,

"No, why?"

"Because you're looking at this cup with concern," he stated. I hadn't even realized I was making that kind of face. I took the cup he was holding in front of me. I looked into it, seeing the reflection of me smiling, with Dylan hovering over my shoulder.

"Are you gonna drink it or just stare at it for the rest of the party?"

I shot a mad look at him, then I raised the cup to my mouth. For the record, I've been told that alcohol is like cough medicine. Only part of that is true, because it tasted bad and does the one thing cough medicine doesn't: burn.

I started coughing. Of course, Dylan started laughing. I opened my eyes and everything felt hazy. Everything looked out of focus, except for Dylan. I didn't know what I was thinking. I pulled his hand into the room where everyone was dancing in and we danced.

Sadly, I don't mean an actual dance. I mean jumping up and down to blasting together. Still, it was just as fun.

I looked over at him to see him staring at me. Not a quick glance to see if I was still here, he was looking into my eyes.

"Come with me," he muttered softly. He started to walk towards the stairs. I followed him because: 1) I wanted to see if we were going to make out. 2) I knew no one else at the party.

I was right behind him. I could see the hallway upstairs wasn't crowded like the downstairs. He pulled me into an embrace. I was so happy until I realized he was crying into my shirt.

"Dylan?" I questioned,"Are you okay?"

"No. I can't keep going like this," he sobbed," My parents don't even know about me being here. They don't even know my color. My parents don't even care about me. They never wanted me. I don't-"

I couldn't take it. He was sobbing too much, an making himself depressed as well as me. I pulled his face closer to mine. "Your parents do care about you, they just don't have the chance to say it." I leaned in a bit farther, but he moved his head so it was a hug.

Damn it.

We stood there for about 5 minutes, then he let go. His eyes were all puffy and glassy.

"You're really drunk, you know that, right?" He looked at me like I was crazy. I tried to argue, but all my words were slurred. I really couldn't speak.

"Come on, I'm taking you home," he commanded. He dragged me out and buckled me in. Guess he didn't trust me with buckling myself. he got in on his side and we drove of.

I had realized it before, but his car smells like peppermint. It was good, and it made me sleepy.

When we got home, I almost went through the front door. Thank god I had Dylan with me. We went through my window, and I changed into my pajamas. With Dylan watching me, my face was red while changing. I got into bed, and Dylan tucked me in. I felt like a child, but with Dylan with me, I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

He started to leave when I said probably the stupidest thing ever. "Wait!" I giggled, clearly still drunk," Can I get a good night kiss?"

His head spun around faster that a tornado. His eyes were wide open but they closed a bit. Je walked towards me and kissed me on the forehead. I felt acid burning at my face because of how much I was blushing. I was probably glowing red.

He backed away, with red in his face too, which was the cutest thing I've ever seen. And yes, even cuter than puppies.

"Well," he murmured," I have to go. I'll see you at school tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye."