{ a/n- continuation of my last bit, which was a prompt from my unicorn Han. If you want to give me a prompt, unleash it in the comments. :) }
Grace's POV
"Hannah!" I shout, setting the Safeway bags on the counter. "I've got the stuff!"
"Coolio!" She answers, coming out of the bathroom.
An hour later, the party is in full swing and Mamrie seems to be having the time of her life. She's dancing with Flula, Beanz in her arms, singing along to "Bang Bang" and taking the occasional shot of tequila.
"Hey Helbig." I hear a teasing voice say in my ear.
I smile and turn to see Chester.
"Well look who showed up!" I joke, grinning widely.
I lead Chester over to the counter and pour out a couple shots.
"To Mamrie." He proposes.
"To Mamrie." I agree, and we clink glasses.
I down the shot, and Chester follows suit.
"Want to dance?" He asks.
"Sure." I answer, my nerves on edge.
I can't dance. At all. When I was younger, I wanted to join a ballet class, but every teacher told my mom I was too clumsy, and that she shouldn't waste her money. And it's not like I can bump or grind.
Chester places his hands around my lower back, guiding me gently. I place my hands on his shoulders as the Sleeping with Sirens cover of "Iris" plays over the speakers. Chester slowly moves, taking me with him, and I begin to relax.
I stop thinking right for a minute. I lay my head down against his chest, forgetting that I shouldn't do that. I shouldn't let him know how I feel. How would he ever feel that way about me? Chester doesn't seem phased by my sudden act of romantisism.
"Hey Grace?" He asks me.
"Yeah?" I answer.
"I like you a lot." He whispers.
I look up at him, and seem to see him for the first time all over again. His bright eyes, giant grin, and little dimples that you can only see if you look close enough.
"I like you too." I admit.
Then I pull him in for a kiss. I don't know what made me finally do it. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I was just drunk in love.
