my english love affair || afi (slow updates)

five

The way she looked was so ridiculous; every single step had me waiting for the next...

XXX

Ten minutes passed and we were both giggling at everything. By everything, I mean literally everything. There was one moment where Temma pointed out a picture hanging on the wall behind the bar and just began giggling out of control. I guess it was safe to say that we were both the silly type of drunk.

"Hey, Ashton?" Temma abruptly stopped giggling at my phone and looked at me, attempting to look as serious as possible.

"Yeah?" I responded as I bit back a smile.

"Let's go dance!" She threw her hands up in the air and began to stand up. I raised a brow at her sudden suggestion. "Dance?"

She giggled. "Duh, dance. As in...dance? I dunno, let's dance!"

Once she was fully stood up, she took my hands and began to pull, expecting me to budge.

"I don't know how to dance!" I protested, somewhat amused with how hard she was trying to lift me.

"Everybody knows how to dance, don't be stupid!" She kept tugging on my hands with a huge smile plastered on her face, a fit of giggles overtaking her.

"You're so weird," I said as she continued to pull at my hands.

"I can't pull you up," she dropped my hands and pouted, also putting her hands on her small hips.

"Oops?"

"You're an asshole, you won't dance." She narrowed her eyes at me, but I could tell that she was trying her hardest to hold back a smile.

"Ugh, okay, fiiiine. You win." I chuckled and stood up. My head immediately started spinning as I tried to adjust to the room again. I squeezed my eyes shut and then blinked them a few times, hoping to clear away this feeling.

"You look weird," Temma commented as she examined me. I just groaned in response, head pounding and all.

Once my head stopped spinning, I narrowed my eyes at her. "You look..."

I was gonna respond with "weird" as well, but my eyes drifted over her whole appearance. 

She was decently small (I assumed she was without the stillettos she was wearing) and curvy, and the tight black dress she wore hugged her in all the right places...if you get what I'm saying. Her dark curled hair reached a bit passed her shoulders, probably about mid-bicep; she twirled a few strands of it between her slim fingers as she waited for my comeback.

She looked absolutely ridiculous. Don't get me wrong, I know ridiculous is used for more of an insult, but she looked the good kind of ridiculous. The really good kind. 

"I look?" She raised a brow at me, a small smirk forming on her lips.

"...weirder," was all I could respond with. You think I was gonna tell her "hey, I think you're smokin'," while she's still in a relationship? In that case, you're right. Except I might not have said those exact words.

"I think you're reaaally hot," I blurted out with a laugh, the alcohol still obviously present in my system.

"Oh?" she responded with a smirk.

"Yes, really really attractive. Really attractive, dammit." This was so wrong.

"Aw, I think you're really really attractive tooooo," Temma slurred.