The Player Games (Dana Vaughns Love Story)

Chapter Fourteen

Tonight was the first time in forever -yes, I made a frozen reference, frozen is life, yo- that I was going to a party. Ever since Dana and I got into this bet, game, whatever it was, I haven't gone to a single party. That was a month ago, by the way.

I was pratically party deprived.

And yes, that is a thing.

So, entering Rachel Vinnies house, I head straight for the drinks. I was perfectly fine with drinking, and already knew what kind of drunk I was. Dana follows quickly behind me, and I begin picking out a Vodka. Dana looks at me, scrunching up his eyebrows. "I don't know about that," Dana says, pulling the cup I took a drink out of, gently out of my hand. I roll my eyes. "I don't be one of those boyfriends," I say, taking it back. "I'm not, I just don't want you to get hurt," He says. "My parents just left, I need a way of celebrating being home alone," I excuse, taking another drink. "You just got drunk last weekend, its my turn." He sighs, running his hand over his face. I smirk, knowing I had won.

In the next few minutes, I found myself already dancing, Dana still following me. We dance together before my feet start to hurt, so I brought him to the couch. I started to see a bunch of people go down to the basement, so being the curious little thing I am, I pull Dana down with me. My eyes narrow, when I see a bunch of people passing a joint around. I roll my eyes, before heading back upstairs. "Let's go feed the giraffes, please," I say to Dana, slurring a bit, heading to the front. He chuckles, before intertwining his fingers with mine, and pulling me to Will. "I'm taking Mrs. Zookeeper home," He announces to him. I giggle, "I got married to a- wait what are we talking about?" Will's eyes widen, and he turns to Dana, "You let I drink the Vodka?" Dana nods, sighing, "I let her drink the Vodka." Will's eyes narrow at him, and he points at him, "Did you drink anything?" Dana shakes his head, as I begin trying to slap the non-exisisnt bugs flying around me. "I was trying to watch her." Will nods, "Get her home."

Dana pulls me out, and I giggle as we get to the car. He opens my door, and I trip into the car. He waits for me to get settled, and then reaches across to buckle my seatbelt. When he does he looks at me, making sure I was okay. I lean foward, kissing him a bit, and he, of course, kisses back. He pulls back, kisses my cheek, and then shuts the door. Once he gets in, I look over to him, as he puts the keys in igniton. "Are we going to Narnia?" I ask, giggling. He chuckles, shaking his head, "You are going home?" "We are going to heaven? I didn't want to die. I wanted to be a singer, or dancer, or psychologist, why did I die?" I say, most definitely slurring on the word psychologist. "No, babe, to your house, your not going to heaven just yet," He says, his hand reaching mine, which was in my lap. I look outside, "We are flying." He laughs. "When are we going to land?" I ask, knowing I sounded like a little kid. He looks at me quickly, before keeping his on the road. "Soon," He says. I was pretty sure I was going to remember this all tomorrow morning. I only drank one cup, and my grandfather was born in Ireland. Not that it mattered, but Irish people can handle liquor better.

We soon get to my house, and before I can get out, Dana comes to my side, and picks me up, Bridal style. I giggle into his chest. "I am still flying," my voice muffles into his chest. It begins to vibrate as he laughs. I don't feel any tiredness, and when he lets me down in my room, I jump around. "Let's go to Narnia," I say, running to my closet. Dana stops me from picking me up behind. "HEYYYYY," I whine, as he puts me on the bed. He traps me underneath his warm body. "Time to sleep," He whispers. I pout my lips, and cross my arms childishly. "WHYYYY." He smiles, pressing his lips to mine. When he pulls back, I giggle, "If you said go to sleep, I would have mistaked you for Jeff the Killer." His eyebrows furrow together, and confusion crosses his face. "Who?" He questions, very confused. "Jeff the Killer? You don't know who he is?" He shakes his head, and I facepalm. "Off," I say. "Let me get my phone, you are going to read some creepypasta." Call me a nerd, but creepypasta was my biggest guilty pleasure. I started reading it in eighth grade and got hooked. And I even have to admit, I had the biggest crush on Ticci Toby. I literally just realized how nerdy I really am- creepypasta, Dctor who,and sherlock. I am a little glad I didn't get into anime like Autumn. I pull up all my creepypasta that I saved in my phone and hand my phone to him when I get to Jeff the Killer. As he is reading, my phone buzzes, and obvious text coming through.