Road Trip // c.h.

Drunk Calum Is Drunk

Calum's POV:

"You really should just apologize already," Michael shouts over the loud music, patting me on the shoulder. Bright lights and swaying girls are everywhere, moving in time to the rhythm of an upbeat techno song. After an 8 hour drive, and being ignored by Teagan all day, I was more than ready to forget today's troubles and just get piss drunk. But something was stopping me. Something I couldn't put my finger on.

"She's being way over dramatic," I pout, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Chances are she'll apologize if you apologize first," he says wisely, giving me one last pat on the back before giving me the thumbs up. "Go get her tiger."

I push toward the dance floor to find Teagan. I move through the sweaty crowd, avoiding couples grinding it out as best as possible. I finally spot her and my heart drops.

She has a tall, muscular looking guy on her arm and they're laughing and swaying together along with the music, red solo cups in the air.

Red hot fury surges through my chest but is quickly replaced with guilt. Why am I angry? She's not mine, she's just some fucking girl I met 4 or 5 weeks ago. Just because we travel together doesn't mean we are together, I mean for gods sake, if that were the case the boys would be angry too. As far as I know, Michael has his tongue down a girl's throat, and Ashton's getting down and dirty on the dance floor, and they don't give two shits what she does. So why should I?

Why do I?

"I'm just feeling over protective because she's my friend, and friends care about each other right?" I assure myself, clenching and un-clenching my fists slowly as a very tipsy Luke bumps in to me.

"Dude," he slurs, sloshing his drink this way and that. "You need a drink man."

The angry feeling in my chest pulses it's way into my ears until all I can hear is the deep bass of the music and the pounding of my heart in my ears.

"Give me that," I growl, snatching the beer from his hand and emptying the contents down my throat. "As a matter of fact, let's get Michael over here and do shots."

20 minutes later and I was completely and totally drunk.

"Another round!" Michael shouts, the blonde bimbo giggling beside him, peppering his face with kisses.

The barista passes out another round and I down my eighth? Tenth? Hundredth shot? Time spins and stands still at intervals, the lights and sounds smearing in to one strong burning sensation.

Alcohol.

My throat and lungs burn with the warm feeling, my eyes filling with hot tears. I'm laughing at a joke, crying until my sides ache, and time goes on.

And then I see her.

Teagan.

She's leaning against a wall, clapping along to some sort of country tune I can barely make out. Time stands still, her presence demanding to be felt in my mind, until the very ache of her threatens to combust inside of me.

I stroll lazily over to her, or I like to think I do, and press my palms to the smooth concrete near her temple. Her eyes burn holes through me, and I can barely register all the thoughts running through my mind.

She looks gorgeous.

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This is like the shortest chapter in existence, but hey, hope it holds you over for a few days! Thanks for all the reads dudes! 500+ is a huge deal! Thank you so much! Don't forget to vote/comment! Okie dokes, have a good day (: -Jessi