If you told Ida a year ago, that she'd be playing beer pong with her ex boyfriend Oliver soon, she'd laugh at you and then slap your face. But that is exactly what she is doing right at the moment.
He's standing across the table, aiming the ball to Idas last solo cup on her side. She watches him carefully, her eyes blazing over his frame.
His hair is disheveled, poking out every which way because of the constant fingers running through them when he does anything involving stress. Eyes bright and alive with excitement from the dripping alcohol in his system. The short sleeves of his shoulders are crumpled and shoved up mid-arm.
She's so focused on the man in front of her that she doesn't even realize, Oliver already took the shot. The sound of a kaplonk! and beer spilling onto the table swivels her back to reality.
"I win." He grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth.
Ida sighed in content in response to the dimples on his cheeks and the endless crinkles at his eyes. Her body is incredibly enticed towards Oliver. The lust, passionate and heavy falling into the air around them.
Curling her lips, she swam her small fingers in the cup and carefully pulled the ball out before tilting the cup down her throat and allowing easy access for her tongue to touch the hot liquid. It oozes down her throat slick and comfortably.
"Mm. Refreshing." She laughed, harshly pushing the cup back on the table and sauntering around the table to Olivers side.
"Oh, Ida. When will you learn that I'm better at you on everything." He teased, leaning his fist against the table.
Something dark glints over her eyes, "Not everything." She whispered, her voice like chocolate. Sweet and bold.
"Hey, it's kinda crowded in here, huh?" He asked, leaning his head down so Ida could hear him.
She nodded in response.
"Follow me." And she did.
They carefully weaved their way through the crowd, up the stairs. At that point Idas heart began pounding incessantly, but the hot poison running through her veins made everything blurry. No more black and white. All gray and hazy.
Oliver opened a door in the upstairs hallway like he owned the place and has been there a million times.
"Oliver, what're we doing?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest skeptically.
"Going on the roof." He grinned.
So help Ida if he continues to do that with his lips for the rest of the night.
He began climbing up the window, chuckling a bit on his way. Yet Ida has not moved a muscle since he mentioned 'roof'.
"Ida? Coming?" He asked, a lazy grin itching his intoxicating face.
She contemplated it for a moment. This boy in front of her hurt her so much yet here is grinning at her on a roof like nothing changed between them. Like they are still together. And when that boy blinks one eye as a wink, she knows she's done for.
Oliver extends an arm and with the alcohol rushing throughout her nerves, Ida takes it.
So that's how the two exes end up sitting side by side on a roof.
Ida has her knees drawn up under her chin while Oliver has his long legs spread out on display. Ida can't help herself from sneaking peaks at the muscles straining once and a while.
The sky looks beautiful. Dark and misty with stars all around canvassing the art around them.
"It's really something." He breathes out, breaking the silence.
"Yeah," Ida agrees nonchalantly, too enhanced in the moonlight.
The silence comes over them once again. But it's relaxed and comfortable. It's nice, Ida realizes and she's actually thankful they can barely hear the music and chatter from downstairs in the house.
All of a sudden Oliver begins laughing out of nowhere. Ida thinks it might be because of the alcohol intake but the way he's laughing so passionately, it seems sobered.
"What?" She asks, smiling faintly.
He shrugged, quieting down but still snickering a bit. "I just remember when we used to come up here. Before..." he trailed up.
"that was on my roof, though." she adds, swallowing a lump.
"Remember I fell off and my leg broke?" He chuckled. Ida couldn't help it when she rememebed how sad and pouty he looked on that day. She soon began laughing with him.
They looked insane. Two teenagers sitting on a roof, cackling until their throats gave away. But they didn't care. They weren't concerned about anyone else then. Just them.
Soon it dissipated into silence once more. A Tenser one this time.
"I miss that. Old us." He reminisces, moving so his body is facing Ida.
"Oliver...don't." Ida says sternly; keeping her eyes forward and not daring to look at Oliver.
He nods once, she can see it from the corner of her eye. "I won't." And then his face retreats back to the moon above.
The two lovers end up watching the stars for a little longer until they realize they should probably go. And Ida in that moment realizes this was alll a mistake.
How is she supposed to control herself around Oliver? Fuck.
When the two make it down the stairs and outside to the packed driveway, Oliver gently grabs Idas arm.
She flinches. He retrieved his arm immediately, feeling his guts twist.
"We can't drive. We're both drunk." He sighs.
"Okay. So what do we do?" She asks, her eyelids dripping from how exhausted and tired she is. At this point all Ida wants to do is get in bed, go under her covers, fall asleep and never, ever come out. Nor see Oliver. But that's just a plus to her goals.
"Well. We could walk?" Oliver offers and lifts a brow.
Ida also lifts a brow at the suggestion. "Walk?" She groans. "That sounds not fun."
"It'll be fine, you illiterate." he teases, grinning.
She smacks his lightly in the chest before realizing what she just did, "Oh...uh sorry." She clears her throat.
"Don't apologize. Just walk."
"Okay, okay. Fine." She relents and then their off.
Leaving behind their vehicles and walking away from a lively party. Just two exes.
