Blazed

345 30 6
                                    

"This place is so loud!" I yelled at Brendon over the music.  He laughed and pulled me to the dance floor.  We started dancing together, and Brendon wasn't a bad dancer.  But, I knew that.    I felt someone tap me on the shoulder and I turned quickly.  It was a handsome man.  Very handsome.  With brown, longish hair.  He was wearing a Metallica shirt, and a leather jacket.  Hm.

"Uh, hey is that your boyfriend?" He asked pointing to Brendon.

"No" I said. 

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.

"You certainly like to ask questions" I said.

"I'm taking that as a no, uh, well I love you then" he started walking away as I looked at Brendon wide eyed. 

"Wait-!"

"Don't worry you'll see me at the end of the night!" he yelled "I wanna make sure!" I looked over at Brendon. 

"Uhm, that was weird, but uh, interesting?" Brendon asked.  I nodded.

"I think I'd wanna be that guys friend honestly" I said looking at him as he went back over to his friends.  "Maybe"

"You wanna get into his pants" he said.

"Mm, I don't know" I said "He's the kind of person you get to know first" I laughed. 

"I can guarantee by the end of the night you'll be in his pants" Brendon said.  I smiled softly watching the strange man sit with his two friends. 

"I don't know Bren" I said blushing.  He looked back at me again, flipped his hair from his eye, and smirked at me.  "Hang on" I said.  I started walking over to him.  Well if it was a pick up, it worked.  His friends started to walk away.  I sat down next to him at the bar.  "Hi"

"Hey" he smiled.

"What's all this I love you about?" I asked.

"I do" he said.

"How can you love someone you don't know?" I asked.

"How can you not?" he asked.  I leant my head on my hand staring at him.  "Don't worry, might not be you.  Although I'm pretty sure it's you"

"Whats me?" I asked.

"I decided to get my palm read, I know waste of money whatever, they said I'd feel love at first sight tonight" he said.

"How many times have you used this to get laid?" I asked.

"None" he said.  Something told me he was telling the truth "It's not a game, if I wanted to get laid I would've picked someone I had a shot with.  You dont seem to want that.  Your friend does, not you"

"You're weird" I said.  He smiled at me.

"No, I'm Pete.  What's your name love?" he asked.

"Patrick" I shook his hand.

"Well Patrick, I love you" he said smiling widely.

SweetenerWhere stories live. Discover now