Michael dragged Violet through the heavy crowd with his eyes placed on the tequila shots that he mentally prepared himself for. He didn’t need his sober thoughts as they were too much work for his mind to process and that was something that needed to be changed.
Violet watched intensely as he drowned a shot and reached for another and wondering why because she had always been told there was a reason for everything. She decided to pull the plug on her alchohol-ginity and stole a shot from his grip and drowning it down, coughing at the slight burn in her throat. Why people did this was a wonder to her but as he smirked at her, as they did rounds after rounds together and as her thoughts became blurry, it became clear.
“We should dance!” He shouted over the overplayed summer hit and she smiled back leading him through the tight spaces once again until they found a space where she could raise her arms without punching someone in the face.
They both moved intensely to the music, feeling as though they could put every overpaid dancer on every cliché dance show to shame while actually looking quite the opposite.
Michael grabbed her hips and bit his lips, leaving her with no clue on what to do so she copied the girl beside them. She watched as she rolled her hips but Violet couldn’t do that, she was white as a toilet. So she just swung them from side to side hoping for the best and oblivious intoxicated mind Michael held at that moment.
They continued to dance from song to song until Violet felt as if she had been shot in her rib. “I’m tired.” She wined.
“Where do you want to go?”
“Outside, maybe?” Michael simply nodded and led the way outside to where the boys would probably be, but then again they were probably with some girls. His thought was proven right as the spot they normally occupied was left empty.
“Is that a trampoline?” Violet asked excitedly, not waiting for an expected sarcastic answer but pulling Michael along towards it. She crawled through the nets and gestured for Michael to join her as she smiled brightly in nostalgia.
“I’m too wasted to jump, Viol”
“Probably.” She sat on the floor, eventually lying down, “we don’t have too though.”
Michael joined her and linked her hand in his, not saying anything as he did so, just staring at the sky and enjoying her warmth. Violet had seen this moment in a movie somewhere, it was quite different from this considering those two were dating, not drunk and didn’t smell like sweat. They also probably were not freezing. But it was still one of those surprisingly unscripted moments.
“Michael.” She whispered, as if the moment was glass and she was trying to be careful not to break it.
“Yes?”
“Why does everything suck?”
He turned to her, watching as she stared confused at the splattered night sky.
“Because all we have to compare it to are glittered rewrites of moments.”
It was her turn to stare at him. “What happened to you?”
“What?”
“Something always happens to someone that makes them who they are and makes them think the way they do. What happened to you?”
“A shit load of stuff, violet.” He sighed looking back at her. “What happened to you?”
“Same.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Do you want to make out?”
“Yeah.”
She laughed silently before feeling her face being turned and her lips being pressed unto. He tasted like tequila and mint chocolate chip, nothing that would have ever been pegged to go together. He began to roll her over him, having her body press against his on the bent trampoline floor.
She felt a rush of adrenaline as she ran her hands through his hair which shined in the moonlight with the stars in between its scattered spaces. He pressed her hands greedily against the small of her back intoxicated by the alcohol that began to slip off, leaving the rush of the moment to take its place to numb everything.
He had been with many girls, some admittedly more experienced than her but they hadn’t been able to give him this amount of euphoria as the girl who was the first to ask what happened to him and had actually cared what he said regarding his views.
He had put up with bimbos twirling their hair and smacking their gum at his face thinking they look like every man’s dream but in reality just looking like the pure definition of stupid, so he could get his fix now and then.
Violet began to feel him pull away so she smiled slightly before attempting to roll off him but he held her back and she rested her head in his neck relying on his skin for warmth.
“Are you okay?”
“Just a bit cold, nothing I can’t handle, though.”
“Maybe we should go inside?” He suggested, starting to rise slowly.
Violet pulled him down softly. “In a minute.”
He whispered a silent okay and she closed her eyes. Violet had always been the one to escape her problems, using music as she did so. As she relaxed, she realized a song wasn’t playing, she realized her bad thoughts weren’t reigning, she realized she could be classified as happy if evaluated on this very moment. She had realized that maybe she had found her favorite distraction.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know.” She said weakly, “it’s a lot to tell someone I just met yesterday.”
He smiled, listening to her laugh at her joke, knowing it didn’t seem as if they had met a few hours ago.
sorry its a bit shorter, i just wanted to update earlier and all. the book is finishing soon though so im feeling some type of way, oh and if you dont mind checking out some of my other books i would really appreciate that.
Oh and dedicated to bandsarenice01 because shes really nice and comments on my stories and :)
-erica
