Intoxication - a state of mind that overpowers one's control from seeing the good from bad, the pure from evil, love from hatred.
Two people both suffering in opposite ways, yet both dealing in sync - the road to proximity and happiness takes time...
I wake up to the throbbing feeling of my head, fuck I consumed way to much alcohol last night.
My eyes open finding myself in my own bed, my eyebrows knitting in confusion. How did I end up here?
I climb from the warmth of my bed, pulling on silk pyjama set and then walk to the kitchen.
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I boil the kettle to make a cup of tea, my mind taking me back to the vague memories of last night.
Flashback:
"Fuck your literally a female version of Kells, you two must be secretly working for the FBI or something" Morg calls out as she turns, going round in circles on the ice.
"I wish" I reply laughing as I spin with her.
I feel a pair of arms around me stopping my movements "come with me" Kells small whisper fills my ears.
I nod smirking at the mysterious boy in front of me, he grabs my hand pulling me off the ice rink.
"Fuck" he laughs trying to walk on normal ground with skates on, I swear this boy is stupid.
"You look like a disabled giraffe" I howl, clutching my stomach in laughter.
He can't help but laugh at my comment choosing not to retaliate he shakes his head dragging me further into the darkness.
"I just found this" He says gesturing to the gift shop, excitement fills my eyes at the thought of free food. Well not exactly free.
He pulls out a pen knife from his pocket unlocking the padlock with ease, he turns smirking at me as we both crouch down to lift up the metal bar.
I take a deep breath noticing him doing the exact same thing as we see if an alarm sounds.
"Thank fuck for that" I say, sighing for the both of us as we walk in.
"Wellcome to my humble shop, what would you like today madam" Kells says in a British accent, from behind the counter. I walk toward him leaning over the other side.
"Hm let me think" I say winking "There's this thing called an mgk, have you ever heard of it?"
He smirks leaning further into the counter to reach me "No I haven't? Maybe you could enlighten me" his hand presses to my chin lifting it up to meet with his.
"Why of course I can" I reply putting on the most obnoxious accent.
Our laughter filling the small room as I jump up crawling over to him. He parts my thighs so his body stands between them. The place they long to be.
"Fuck now I wish I didn't put as many layers on you" he huffs regretting his previous decision.
"Your going to slow" I roll my eyes yanking down his jeans and pulling my shorts off "the others will just have to stay on" I order earning a groan from the impatient male.
