Alexis Miller [Editing]

Chapter seven: Three Second Memory

“Did he hurt you?" AJ asked.

“No, but you are right now. Can I have my arm back?"

“Sorry, I was just worried about you, when I couldn't find you."

“Worried huh? It was basically your fault you know."

“Are you being serious?" He was now clearly annoyed and I'm having second thoughts about why I agreed to come to this stupid party. Foolish you. My stupid subconscious.

“Yes! I just wanted to have a fun night with you, but no. You left me alone for who knows how long."

“Look, I'm sorry okay, I kind of forgo- I mean I couldn't find any non-alcoholic drinks."

“You know just forget it, take me home."

The car ride back was silent. I can't believe AJ forgot about me. Am i really that oblivious to him? Ouch. Did he mean what he said though? 'I was really worried about you ' No it can't be true. Why'd he bring me to this party anyway? Probably to mess with my brain.  There goes the perfect gentleman.

Finally we pull up into the driveway, for a few minutes we sit in total silence. I could feel him watching me. I felt kind of guilty accusing him of being responsible for what happened but he had it coming right? He left me, all alone, in a place that I am foreign to. But then again he did come to my rescue. I guess I should thank him for that. Without making eye contact with him I had to ask, “Did you really forget about me?"

“No Alex, I just got caught up."

“With?"

“I don't know. The party I guess. I'm sorry Alex." He looked genuinely sorry and I just can't resist the look on sad AJ's face. He is so cute and adorable I could just eat him up . Get a grip Alex.

“uh huh. It's okay, and thanks."

“For what?" He looked confused and relived at the same time.

“For saving my sorry ass, I owe you." With that I open the door and as I am  about to leave he grabs my arm. What's up with all the arm grabbing, seriously?

“I know how you can repay me."

“What? How?"

“With this." He leans over and his soft lips are once again in contact with mine. This time I'm not sure what to think. Maybe it's just a meaningless kiss  like before. I find myself straddled across him in the driver's seat. The kiss becomes more aggressive as his tongue grazes my bottom lip and I grant him entrance. (Is that alcohol I could taste?). His hands continue to explore like when I was stuck with that ass of a person, Jason. Yeah this feels like a real kiss.

This heated make out session had slowly made it's way up to my room. I'm pretty sure everyone's asleep, I think. The TV was still on but I'm sure Tristan feel asleep while watching. This was my first unofficial taste of alcohol (if I could say that) and it's gross. AJ carried me all the way up the stairs while occasionally stopping against the wall to make out. This wasn't always what I thought it would be like but it is something. I mean I've just kissed AJ, again, but this time it was way better. I hope he isn't messing with me. He has the tendency to do that, a lot.

Wait, if AJ was drinking how did he get me safely home? Oh my god. This idiot, I can't believe he would- I think I'm going to puke, the taste of alcohol was so very unpleasant. With that I gestured for him to put me down and I bolted for the bathroom connected to my room.

I swear I was in there for a solid twenty five minutes as soon as I came out I was ready to finish what I started but got disappointed seeing AJ passed out on my bed. Sigh. He must have been really caught up by this party. 

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Waking up that morning wasn't very different from any other. Oh, except for the fact that Adam was in my bed and his arms are around me. I am perfectly comfortable but how? I mean this is to good to be true. As I try to shift out of his arms his grip just tightens as he groans at the same time.

“Adam?"

“Hmm what?" His morning voice was even more sexier than I ever imagined. Gosh. He probably isn't fully awake yet but I have so many unanswered questions that really needed to be asked. I turned around, now facing him, I felt his warm breath fanning me.

“You awake?"

“Whoa! Alex? What are you doing here?"

He looks so surprised and it takes everything in me not to burst out laughing. “I should ask you the same thing."

“Where are we?"

“In my bedroom. Did you know you snore reall-" He cuts me off.

“Wait, did we...you know...have..."

“Oh god no! That is gross." I was secretly thinking otherwise.

“Good, I just can't remember anything and my head hurts so much."

“Yeah that's probably caused by having too much to drink. I still can't believe you drove me home safely."

“Uh, yeah because that was totally natural for me. It's like a sixth sense for me, to drive when drunk," I chuckled and he smirked at this, “so what exactly did I do last night?"