EUDEMONIA

4. Green Eyes

Last Friday night, Tate's party. Around 11:45.

Where. Is. The. Alcohol.

Tate promised me a chance to drown my sadness over my C in Spanish, which isn't that bad but a wonderful excuse to get trashed in the first place. I was ready by seven, texting Cam that I'd be there in twenty.

Except of course, I had to wait for Lili to get ready, which takes about four hours, and then the car broke down and Lili decided to leave me alone in the middle of the highway while she hopped into an Uber. And of course, since I couldn't just leave my dad's car, I had to wait for the tow truck and then catch an Uber myself. By the time I got to Tate's, I was four hours late and ready for alcohol poisoning.

Unfortunately, the only thing left was Fireball, which tastes like ass for something with such a cool name.

Lili had already left, probably to get burgers with her friends as per their post-party tradition. Tate was nowhere to be found, probably hooking up with someone in his bedroom and Daria was grounded and at home. Cam was also nowhere to be found.

There were a bunch of teenagers still left in the house, a couple of them out back smoking while the rest drank themselves away in the living room, dancing and sweating with their friends. I decided to join the latter, just grabbing the half empty bottle and claiming it for myself.

Maxime was chilling on the couch, already far gone, and I decided to snatch a spot next to him to peacefully sip my beverage.

"Hey, man! You came! Tate was saving a bottle for you but you took too long so I drank it!" Maxime giggled maniacally to himself. I chuckled at him drunkenness and went back to watching people dance to playlist with trap music and 80's hits. At some point, someone dared me to chug a whole beer which I proudly managed to do without yakking. 

Cam stumbled into the room, clearly a couple drinks in wearing a tight black shirt. His hair was starting to get matted on his forehead but he still managed to make it work as he started dancing with the others, girls circling around him and trying to dance with him. He somehow managed to dance with all of them, slinging his arms around their shoulders and dodging an occasional butt trying to grind on him. After a couple songs, his hair a sweaty mess, he sat down on the couch, squeezing himself between Maxime and I, half sitting on my lap. My vision was getting slightly blurry as I sipped on Fireball and I slurred out, "Hey Dancing Queen," to which Maxime drunkenly snorted.

Cam turned towards me, pouting like a six year old, "I'm a Dancing King!" before grabbing my bottle and taking two massive gulps.

"Hey!" I shouted indignantly, snatching the bottle back. "Hey to you too, baby," he answered back in a drunken babble, leaning closer to me. His green eyes shone in the dark room; Maxime and I both laughed at his answer and I continued the joke by whispering in his ear, "Wanna go upstairs?"

He turned towards me, eyebrows raised, "Only if you want, babe," his wicked smile coming back.

Maxime dropped his blonde head back on the couch, groaning, "Get a room, you two." Cam cracked up and in my drunken state, I decided to fuck with Maxime. I grabbed Cam's hand, pulling him up off the couch and defiantly saying to the third boy, "Watch me."

Without paying attention to Cam's reaction, I dragged him with me upstairs all the way into Tate's guest bedroom, the both of us stumbling and giggling our whole way there. Finally upstairs, I pushed Cam into the room and shut the door behind us before jokingly slurring, "Ready to fuck?" and laughing.

Cam, who had fallen onto the bed when I had pushed him, looked at me with a look of turmoil on his face, not saying anything. The smile melted off my face as I looked at him, suddenly unnerved. Time seemed to stop. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking, but the two of us just stared at each other, unknown tension building in the room.

Cam's eyes looked at my face, seeming unsure. I stared back at him, examining him in his black shirt and jeans, a simple outfit that outlined how strong his arms are. His eyes seemed to paralyze me, piercing into my soul and making me ask myself a million questions. Cam seemed just as hypnotized as I felt, licking his bottom lip and drawing my eyesight to his mouth.

All of a sudden, he sprang up and crashed into me, pushing me into the door and trapping me between his arms. I yelped out of surprise and without warning, Cam crashed his lips to mine. My eyes widened with shock, even my drunk brain was confused for a second. I stood still, unmoving, staring at Cam whose eyes were squeezed shut, his face a mask of concentration as he moved his lips against mine.

I was about to push him away after a couple seconds, but my hands were stuck against his chest and my whole body felt weak and I open my mouth to complain but then he stuck his tongue into my mouth and my whole brain fogged up even more. Pressing my hands into his pecs, I shut my eyes and started returning the favor with my mouth, unable to think coherent thoughts. Soon, we were pressed so close I had to move my arms which immediately snaked around him and grabbed his ass without my control. He moaned into my mouth and I snapped back to reality.

Holy shit. Hooooooly shit. I was making out with a dude, not just anyone, but Cam, and he was so good at kissing that I snapped back out of reality the second he moved his mouth to my neck.

My god. This was the best feeling in the world. Cam's strong body against mine, his hands stuck in my curls as he attacked my neck, made the whole world melt away. The experience was completely different than with a girl, incomparable even, as I reached down and pulled off his shirt, mourning the loss of his mouth on my neck for that tiny instant. But wow, was it worth it, because his bare chest made me feel things.

"Fuck," I whispered into the darkness of the room, completely overwhelmed by what was happening, but in the best way possible. I hadn't ever realised I wanted this until it happened, and now that it was happening, I couldn't get enough. Cam stopped for a second and I whined in protest which he cut off with a quick kiss. Grabbing my hands, he dragged me to the bed, pushing me back when my knees hit the bed and getting on top of me. He leaned down over me, his black hair falling over my curls as his lips barely brushed against mine.

"Is this a dream?" he asked softly, his tone making my throat tighten. I suddenly felt sober and Cam seemed to as well, his eyes shining with an intensity I had never seen on him. All of a sudden, this encounter had gone from purely sexual to spiritual and it was intoxicating and fucking terrifying at the same time. Grabbing my shirt and pulling it up, he whispered against my faint abs which he kissed one by one, setting my skin and my bones and my entire being on fire, "It must be. I've been dreaming about you for years, Elias," and he went back to worshipping my blushing skin.

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"One day, whether you are 14, 28, or 65, you will stumble across someone who will light a fire in that cannot die."

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AN:

Wow. I'm really proud with how this chapter turned out. I was just planning on making this a scene where they have their ~encounter~ but it really turned out kinda beautiful at the end which i hadn't planned at all lol

Also that quote brings tears to my eyes and i thought of it when i reread the end of this chapter.

The photo is close to what I imagine Elias looks like btw (its reece king irl)

I dedicated this chapter to @fuzzylumpkins454 because you truly have the most complex and beautiful writing on wattpad, and i just want to thank you for creating such art and sharing it with the world :)