my english love affair || afi (slow updates)

six

Before I knew it, it was serious; dragged me out the bar, to the back seat of a car...

XXX

I was honestly stunned at what Temma was doing. Before I could even react properly, she had already pulled away, the sweet taste of her lips still lingering on mine. I was trying to think of what to say, but my mind and mouth were working at different levels here.

"What was that for?" I managed to squeak out, obviously still stunned by her sudden kiss. She just winked in return. "We're supposed to be young and dumb for the night, yeah?"

Yet again, she had a point. However, the thought of me being punched all the way into next week by her boyfriend wasn't really allowing me to follow through with that plan one hundred percent. "I think I'm just gonna..." I trailed off as Temma began moving her body to whatever song was playing at the moment.

"Wow," I breathed out. Honestly I think I was a bit too mesmerized by her at the moment.

"Might wanna shut your mouth there, Irwin. You'll catch flies that way!" Temma called out to me with a laugh. Sure enough, I found myself with my mouth hanging open. I felt my cheeks heat up as I quickly shut my mouth. "Sorry," I apologized.

"Don't be, dummy," she responded, somewhat swaying to the beat. She then reached out and grabbed my hands again, closing the distance even more between us. "Why don't you dance?" She asked with a small pout.

"I feel like we've already been over this," I chuckled, looking down at the ground and shaking my head. "That's because we have, and you never really gave me a good reason as to why you won't," she spoke. I groaned and looked back into her eyes.

"I'm not good at dancing, though!" I protested.

"That's what they all say!" Temma retorted.

"Do you want to be seen dancing around some sort of rhino? Because that's what I look like when I dance, a rhino."

"That's not a good enough reason as to why you can't dance. I can't dance either, I'm just going along with the beat." Temma brought a finger up to my face and traced my jaw line with it.

"Mmhm, I dunno, you weren't just 'going along with the beat', ma'am," I stated.

Her index finger trailed down my neck and it finally made a stop in the middle of my chest. From there, she poked me forcefully. "You don't have room to say anything, Mr. I Don't Dance."

"You're so tough to please," I complained, rocking back on my heels a bit from the impact.

"I know, I get that a lot," she replied.

Before either of us could say anything else, Calum sauntered right through the middle of the both of us. "Yo, bitchatchooooos!" he greeted, obviously intoxicated.

"Is this another friend of yours?" Temma asked over the loud pulse of the bass in the song playing at the moment. I nodded, pretty embarrassed that she had to officially meet one of my banding brothers in a way like this.

Calum looked between the two of us for a few seconds before something seemed to click. "Ohh," he began, a small smirk playing on his lips, "Ash found a gal!" he chirped and loosely draped an arm over my shoulder.

"Calum, we saw her earlier today. Luke knocked her over. Remember?" I questioned, snapping a finger in front of his face a few times as if it were to help him regain his memory.

"Uh, no, I don't remember the people that Luke the lanky knocks ov-wait, I thought you were hot, so yeah, never mind, I remember you. Hiiiii," Calum gave her a lazy wave. I gave a slight eye roll at his drunk state. Temma just let out an awkward chuckle and returned the wave. "You seem like quite the guy...Calum? That's your name?"