Dormans

chapter 15

Idiots, idiots everywhere. I may as well write my will right now as I may not escape this hellhole of ignorance and stupidity induced by alcohol. I've read many posts as to why no one should stay sober at a drunk party and always considered it as idiotic and lame. However, my thoughts are changing as I see Derrick over by the punch bowl, inspecting a pack of chips that "originated" from Bali, his drunk words raising higher than the electro music that that blasted in ones ears.

Pinching the bridge if my nose, I sigh in frustration as everyone else pokes fun at him and encourages his idiocity as he exclaims and I quote "why can't we visit the africas to eat them! I want to fuckin *hic* eat some chips" everyone laughs around him, clutching their stomachs. He takes it as encouragement and continues, his jersey hanging off of his shoulders as he rambles on and on, laughter acting as a strange fuel.

He had dragged me here as an apology, an apology for what happened and as a peace offering as to how he lied. Me being me, I accepted, I even accepted him dressing me up, as a way to "let go of some girly stress shit" which is why I'm in a mid-thigh dress black dress, fuming as he staggers around, with not even Harris or Nick to keep me company. He had stated this was a 'you and I situation' where it was only him and I here, settling our differences amongst the booze and strobe lights.

A heavy arm suddenly drops around my shoulder and I gasp in shock. "Hey there baby... Would you like me to *hic* show you a good time? You don't look like you're having fun" says a male in a deep voice.. One that vibrates within your soul, I was close to gagging when a horrid stench of his alcoholic breath escaped too close to my nose. He was handsome, no doubt, however all of that was ruined when his face dropped due to the weight of alcohol. Grimacing, I move away from him; when he leans in, his breath getting closer.

I should move, I should even escape, but he had me in what seemed like a chokehold. He neared closer to a kiss, mumbling profanities as my lungs refused to let me take any breaths. My eyes, acting on it's impulse, squinted shut as I tried to move away from him when a breeze hits and weights lift off my shoulder; causing me to stumble forward where another arm wraps around my bare shoulders, and pulls me close.

"You must be insane if you think I'm gonna let you do feckin shit" says the inebriated voice of none other than Derrick as he leans in front of my face, cussing him out as though he's cursing me. Looking towards my attempted kisser, he mumbles incoherently before his padded footsteps stumble towards us when he trips over his feet and falls face first into the floor, groans emitting from his now limp frame.

Without uttering another word, Derrick now grabs my hand and pulls me out of the club, and onto the platform, not letting me have time to register what's going on, and only letting his face be my clue; judging by his ever famous frown that now took it's home on his face, it won't be him praising me on almost getting kissed anytime soon.

Holding on to his jersey, I squint my eyes to prevent any dryness occurring, wishing my glasses were with me, forming some form of defense. I had to be a type of support for both him and I, as he wouldn't hold onto me, but instead kept on mumbling about how 'he's supposed to be the anchor' instead of me, while he kept stumbling about on his feet. He still kept on moving about, his converse squeaking about on the metal; I was scared, to say the least, I don't want him to fall off. Or me. Or even the both of us.

We finally reach a blackened part of the facility, my imperfect vision doing me no purpose, and I hold onto his arm, winds blowing around us due to the open vents, sending my already messy hair flying all around me. It was freezing, and I was making sure that I held onto him, ignoring the blush that I was sure to deny; should he notice. Black silhouettes framed my vision, and the faint outline of trees let me know that we were in the park, we stumbled forward, as I was worse than a penguin on high-heels and he walked like one; I would've removed them, but the thought of mud and stones on my feet gave me enough courage to carry on with the torture device.

One arm snaked it's way around my shoulder and I raise my head over to look at him, instead of looking down, he looked straight ahead; a small hint of a blush on his fuzzy face, letting my smile widen even more. "I-I didn't do this for you, you know... I was cold and needed extra warmth" I smile even more, going closer towards him. Sighing softly as he hugs me closer, we walk until we reach a pond, quacks echoing around us.

We stand there contentedly, the breeze cooling my heated frame until Derrick drops onto the ground, dragging me down with him with a large thump. He chuckles softly as raise my head off of the hard ground, which ended up being his chest to scowl at him. "What's on your cheek? Are you sick?" He mutters, poking my cheek; my blush deepening as I look away.

"You're pink Kaylin" he says after a while and I look back at him, my eyes widening, before a huff escapes my lips and I settle myself even more onto his chest ( against better judgement ) "You're pink too you know? Idiot" I mutter, my voice barely raising above a whisper. Raising one hand shakily, he places his hand into my hair, running through it, earning a soft sigh. Bringing up another hand, he places it on my cheek, running circles around it with his thumb, bringing me closer to him.

My breath catches and my chest tightens as he moves me closer towards him, this out of a movie, a novel even! My heart races and my cheeks burn like I'm on fire, a deep shade of red on my pimple stained cheeks, I would look away if I could, but his hand keeps my face turned towards his, our eyes locked in darkness.

Every book or movie knows that this was the moment that violins start playing, and the protagonist looks beautiful to her lover, when he comments on her in awe before they kiss.

"D-Derrick what are you doing?" I hoarsely whisper, our faces now close enough to feel each labored breath against the others skin. It's wrong, I know it is, and I should move away from him, but then again, I can't think, it's like I have to move away, but I can't, I want this.

"I'm doing something I'm going to regret in the morning" he mutters, and with that, my heart stops entirely and I'm sure I may collapse in that moment.