The Connection

ch. 2

"All Dylan had was this pasta noodles stuff called 'Reman?'" he reads the label on the instant food.

"It called bloody 'RAMEN' ya big wanker.." I laugh out, but then regret what I said.

"I knew I would crack you! You're British, just like me aren't you!" Thomas exclaimed.

"Uh, w-what? N-no," I say, trying to hide my face in my hands and my hair.

"Why'd you try to hide it?" he says.

"Hide what?" I ask.

"Hide your accent, your beautiful face, your slang, your culture, your..." he says but I interrupt.

"Wait, did you say? About my face?" I ask.

"Uh..." he starts to blush and I smile. Then the Ramen timer goes off and we eat.

He constantly smiles at me. When I finally can't take it.

"Why do you keep smiling at me? It's not like i'm anything speciall!" I protest.

"Yes you are," he admits. At that we both blush, then he jumps up and looks through the cobord and pulls out a bottle of brown alcohol.

He brings out two glasses and pours some alcohol in each. Then he brings one to his lips and the other to me.

"Um, I really don't drink..." I protest but he shushes me.

"C'mon, take a walk on the wild side!" He says that sort of insults me, so I take the glass, and chug it.

Then he quickly jumps over to me and takes the glass out of my hand, although all of the drink is gone.

"Whoa there!" he shouts, "easy," he eases looking considerate. I smile at him and grab his shoulder to pull myself to stand. When I do, the same thing happens as before and our noses are basically touching.

At first, neither of us back away, Until I almost fall backwards because I loose balance. But he catches me. His hands grip tightly to my waist, supporting me.

"Careful love," he orders, gently addressing me as 'love'. At this, we both blush.

"MMMMayyybe weee shud watchh a moviee," I slur.

He chuckles, "Anything you like love,"

"I have television in myyyy rooommm," I say. Then he lets go of my waist and I almost fall again.

"Wow, we are going to have to do something about your balance," he smiles.

He swings me over his shoulder and I begin to laugh, he laughs too.

"Bloody hell Tommyyyy!" I giggle as we walk up the stairs. Then he finally throws me off onto the bed.

"Ill be right back, alright i'm just gonna change into pajamas, " he pauses, "you change too alright?" and then he leaves.

I pulled my drawer open and pull out some flannel pajama pants and a white shrt sleeve shirt with black stars, but my mind is racing, I can't think strait.

Then Thomas comes back all changed and looks at me in astonishment.

"Well?" he asks.

"I ddont knoww whattt to do?" I slur again.

I stare down at the clothes in my hand.

"You need some help?" he asks nervously.

I just nod. I don't really know what else to do or what to say. I barely ever get drunk with Dylan because he never lets me. Dylan is always looking out for me, but it is good to try new things like with Thomas, and for some reason I still trusted Thomas, just like Dylan said.

He reluctantly reaches for the bottom of my shirt. Then he slides his hand up my shirt and pulled it off to reveal just a white lacy bra. I put my hand on his shoulder to support myself.

Unlike before, he is not taking this time to look at me, he is just focused on the task at hand. I feel like he knows that if I was sober I would be very embarrassed and covering, so he doesn't take advantage.

He pulls my pants off and then helps me get my pj's on. When its over, we jump onto the queen bed and flip through the movies.

We decide on a romantic comedy movie. After it is over, Thomas sees me half asleep and tucks me in under the covers, "Goodnight love," he says kissing me on the forehead.

This wakes me up a bit more and I sit up.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to wake yo..."

"I 'love' you toooo Tommy," I say cupping a hand on his cheek. He is shocked but he stays still, then I place a soft put passionate kiss on his lips, they are so soft and perfect.

It lasts for about 10 seconds before I pull out, "Jasonnn..." I whisper and then drop back on my bed passing out.