Peter took the kids out trick-or-treating about two hours ago. And right about now, I am wishing I had chosen to go with.
I stupidly took Logan's advice and changed back into my original costume. And now I feel wildly underdressed in front of all these grown-ups. I stand in the corner of the room with a red solo cup filled with water and sip it every once and a while to avoid complete boredom.
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I can't believe evil Hillary and my dad, or should I say Bonnie and Clyde for the evening, have this many friends. I mean, this place is absolutely packed.
On the bright side, everyone is too drunk to ask me about my mom or how I'm doing. I don't need strangers prying into my personal life. Just because my dad cheated on my mom with this random woman you happen to know, doesn't mean you have the right to know everything about me. Or, anything really.
Logan appears out of nowhere and smiles upon seeing me. He holds his hand out and grabs mine. He grabs the cup from my other hand and replaces it with another. "Come with me!" He shouts over the music.
Having no choice with him dragging me, and wanting to be anywhere but here right now, I go with. He drags me into another room and shuts the door.
As soon as we are inside, the atmosphere around me immediately soothes me. It is much quieter in here and I can finally have some peace and quiet. I lean against the wall and close my eyes for a moment to take it all in.
"Some dude handed me this hours ago and it's great. Taste it." He points to the cup he handed me.
I look down in the cup and see a light brown liquid. "I don't want to upset my-"
"Your dad said it's fine. As long as we stay in the house. I already asked. I could tell you weren't having any fun." He smiles and leans his one hand next to my head on the wall. "There's nothing like a little underaged drinking to liven up a party."
I nod and take a sip. "Okay." The mysterious liquid burns my throat on the way down. This definitely isn't apple juice.
I wipe my mouth and laugh at the expression on his face. "You've never drank before, have you?" He asks.
"Oh no, I drink all the time. I drink water and fruit punch and sometimes, when I'm feeling wild, I drink iced tea." I joke with him.
He takes the cup from me and takes a sip for himself. He hands it back. "If you don't want to keep drinking it that's fine. I don't care." He leans forwards even closer to me. I can feel his hot breath pressing up against my bare skin.
A chill runs up my spine and I take another drink to diffuse the moment. I hand him the cup and smile as he takes another drink of it, finishing it completely. "I'm going to get more. I'll be right back. Don't leave." He grabs the door. "Please." He slithers out of the room in search of more alcohol.
He reruns in record time and smiles as he sees me standing in the same spot he left me. "I got more." He hands me my own cup this time and we drink it at the same time.
"That's so good." I smile. Once you get past the burning sensation taking over your entire body, it really does taste pretty good.
Logan nods in agreement, leaning forward and planting his lips on mine, hard. He steps back, wide eyes and his jaw dropped to the floor. "I'm so sorry. I'm not even drunk and I had no control over myself. I'm- I'm so sorry." He takes another step back and wipes his face, trying to process what he has just done.
I shake my head. "No, it's okay. Really. It's fine." I assure him, resting my hand on his shoulder. "But, I do think you are at leastmm I'm a little drunk." I hold my cup up to his face and laugh as he does. "This stuff is strong."
"Maybe. I can't tell right now." He laughs even harder when he stumbles forward and knocks into the wall. He grabs the empty cup from my hands and chucks it across the room. "Come here." He grabs my hand and pulls me over to the couches. "Sit in this seat. It's so comfortable."
So I do.
I nod and feel the leather seat beneath me. He sits down in the one beside me. He takes his hand and rests it on my bare thigh. "You look really good in that costume. Did I tell you that already? I can't remember."
"You did. A few hours ago." I smile and place my hand on top of his.
Twenty minutes of drunken jokes and laughter passes before someone enters the room, spoiling our alone time. I stand up and hold my breath.
"Oh, this isn't the bathroom." The man burps and quickly leaves.
Logan and I both laugh and return to our own personal party. I sit down on his lap, totally missing the couch beside him. He grabs my hips and readjusts me on top of him.
"Avery. A-ver-ry. I really like your name. It feels good on my tongue." He bites his lip and pulls my face closer to his.
"Yeah?" I smile I lean forward and kiss him, falling into a comfortable rhythm with him as our lips collide. He stands up with me in his arms and switches us around: me on the couch and him on top. We continue kissing, feeling as if we have been waiting for this moment for our whole lives.
"Help!" Mason bursts in the room with the rest of the kids behind him. Logan pushes himself off of me and stands up. How did Mason even know we were in here?
The kids and Peter all struggle to catch their breath as they enter the room. "What's going on?" Logan asks, trying to stand up straight. I giggle at his lack of control right now.
"We lost Tilly!" Mason shouts in disbelief. The fear on the children's face says it all.
"What do you mean you lost her?" Logan asks, suddenly gaining back some sobriety.
"She was there one minute and then we turned around and she was gone!" Summer tried her best to explain.
"Well we have to go back out there and find her!" Logan says. "Grab flashlights. Avery, come on." He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. I stumble forward, leaning on him for support. The kids scramble to find flashlights. Logan turns to look at me.
"Can you stand?" He asks. I nod in response. "You can stay here. I don't want you getting hurt." He replies. Obviously, he doesn't believe me.
"I'm fine." I stand myself up and brush off my skimpy, little bunny costume. "I'm fine. Let's go."
Authors Note: guys. I hope you loved this chapter and the last one! I love Halloween👻 and these chapters were so much fun to write because of it!
I'm so sorry the chapter was so long! I had to split it into three parts because it was terribly long! I hope you enjoyed it though!
Question: What do you think of everything that happened in this chapter?
