Burnt Out - Patrick Hockstetter.

Chapter 10; Booze.

"I'm thirsty." Ali announced after a while of silence.

"My dad's home now so you might want to stay down here.." I said awkwardly, standing up from the sofa, my legs numb.

"Oh that's cool." she shrugged, continuing to watch the TV, which was now playing Full House.

I jogged up the stairs then silently crept into the kitchen, trying not to disturb my dad. Peeping into the living room, I found that he was sleeping on the La-Z-Boy, facing the TV with the remote in one hand, booze in the other.

That gave me an idea.

I crept back over to the fridge, even more cautious now I knew he was sleeping. Grabbing a few bottles of cheep alcohol from the fridge, I realized that I didn't have enough hands for a decent amount. I settled on having two shoved in my waistband, holding 3 and carrying one in my mouth. I also remembered to grab a packet of cigs and shove them into my waistband too.

Once I reached my den again, Ali was huddled under my duvet, watching the TV with wide eyes still. Her hair was now held back in a loose ponytail and I soon realized that she had changed into one of my shirts and her boxers.

"Sleepy?" I quizzed, placing the bottels down onto the coffee table.

She shook her head then sat up.

We got drunk pretty quick; quicker than I'd personally like to admit. We had turned MTV on at around 12, not caring about the volume, nor the neighbors.

Teenage Kicks by The Undertones came on and her eyes shot up. "I love this song!" she yelled over the volume.

"Same!" I called back, standing up to turn it up on the actual TV.

She giggled.

"Are teenage dreams so hard to beat?
Everytime she walks down the street
Another girl in the neighbourhood
Wish she was mine, she looks so good." I sang along, dragging her up with me.

"I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night." we drunkenly sang in sync.

"I'm gona call her on the telephone," I sang.

"Have her over cus 'am all alone." she sang back, wiggling her eyebrows.

We both burst out into a fit of giggles, hand in hand, messily dancing like toddlers.

Before I knew it, I was up on the coffee table, recreating the guitar solo nearing the end of the song. Her laugh sounded beautiful over the punk music.

Then the song finished.

I jumped off the table and I Fought The Law by The Clash started playing.

She walked over to me, head bopping to the beat.

"This song accurately describes me," she stated, snorting.

She used her fingers to copy the beats of the drums.

"I lost my girl and I lost my phone." she sang alone. She was so care free.

"I fought the law and the, the law won." we sang along together, grinning.

"You're the best girl that I've ever had," I sang to her.

"I fought the law and the, the law won," she sang back.

I grabbed her hand and twirled her around. She giggled then fell on to the couch. I sat right next to her, smiling at her smile.

"This is the closest to happiness I've ever been." she slurred, looking up at me.

I felt myself drowning in the green forest she had for eyes. The deep pits dragged me in like a drug and left me twisted. Maybe because I was twisted. With a soft touch, I grabbed a loose section of her sunset hair and curled it around my finger, paying close attention to how it lay on my bruised knuckles.

She hummed in response, tiredly closing her eyes and leaning into my hand.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked softly, her voice as light as gold.

This took me by surprise.

"Why doesn't be nice to you?" I asked, not making much sense.

She snorted, eyes still closed.

I quickly realised that I wasn't going to get much of a response; even if I did, I would be surprised if I remembered it tomorrow.

She opened her eyes, captivating me once more.

She staired back into my misty green orbs, I felt as if I as literally drowning. My breath left my lungs and my eyes felt heavy. She was addicting. Her pale lips held a soft smirk, as per usual, and her freckled cheeks owned a single dimple. Her almost ginger hair fell into her face, begging me to slide it behind her ear, which I did.

I didn't notice myself leaning closer to her until I could smell the familiar scent of smoke on her hair.

Her eyes didn't leave mine.

I slowly held her waist and leant closer. My vision swiftly moved from her eyes to her lips then back again. She leant even closer. Time was slowing down.

Intoxicated. We are very intoxicated. The only thought that laced my mind.

But I ignored it.

Her eyes fluttered close and I copied her action, as if I had never done this before.

Her lips were soft. But not calm. She felt dangerous under my touch, which was an unusual feeling. The only way I could explain it would be stormy. She was like the harsh waves on ridged rocks. She was rushed but beautiful. Calm but terrifying. Unknowingly toxic but still wonderful.

It wasn't quick. It was nothing like any other kiss I had shared. It was slow but still didn't last long enough. Never would I have thought I could create something so realistic.

She pulled away. Her eyes were droopy and she looked so sleepy. I was sleepy myself but that didn't stop me from letting her get comfy and getting another pillow for her.

"Do you want me to stay on the floor?" I asked quietly, not wanting to alert her too much.

"No, you're a worm." she slurred, snuggling into the blanket.

I chuckled and lay next to her. She turned to face me then lay her head on my chest. It was a new feeling. She was a worm too. By that, I meant that she was warm.

We fell asleep quicker than we got drunk.