TONY: Book 1 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

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"OH MY GOD MORGAN PUT YOUR DRESS BACK ON YOU WHORE!" I scream, throwing my half full cup at her. She screeches and throws her dress at me, stood up on a table in front of all of these testosterone filled boys. Even though they know she's lesbian, that doesn't stop boys from being boys.

We're both drunk, bound to make mistakes and embarrass ourselves. Nate left a while ago with a lass, however the two of us decided to stick together and have the night filled with fun.

"YOU ARE SO MEAN ZACKY," whines Morgan, jumping on top of me in her underwear. She slips down and grips her dress from my hand before turning around and slipping it on back to front. "WHY ARE YOU SO RUDE?!"

"I'M RUDE?!" I yell, offended. She's so insensitive. "YOU ATE MY GRANOLA BAR LAST WEEK!"

She gasps and tears brim in her eyes, "I thought you forgave me?"

Suddenly, I feel really sad, "I really wanted that granola bar Morgan. I don't think I could ever forgive you."

She gasps and stumbles backwards into a humping couple. She mutters a drunken apology before pointing at me, "I can't have our friendship end. You're gooder than me and I can't let you go."

"The damage has been done," I belch.

"What... what can I do to make it better?" She slurs.

"I don't know."

"I'll buy you a granola bar tomorrow?"

"Two granola bars then you got yourself our friendship," I claim, sticking my chin up.

"I'll buy twee to make it pernament," she mumbles, dramatically flinging into my arms. "Wove you."

"Love you too," I mumble into her hair.

We get hit by a couple grinding couple and we giggle at each other.

"I think we should dance on that table," I point at the table she was previously on.

"YES!" She exclaims. "THAT'D BE LIKE SO FUN!"

"LET US HAVE FUN!"

She pushes my butt, helping me onto the table and for a second, the world spins. I curse and blink slowly, before turning to help Morgy-Morgan, she whoops and starts to throw her hands in the air, her bra showing due to her dress being backless. What I weirdo, not being able to dress herself.

The crowd cheers at us as we do whatever we want, flailing our arms around as the music gets us high and the alcohol burns in our veins. I look around at the moving mass and grin at the fit guys. But they're obviously not as fit as our handsome, muscular, dangerous Bull, eh?

I scan the crowds and notice a familiar figure at the far back wall, his back pressed and his eyes scanning. I think he feels my burning gaze because he turns his attention to me and freezes. My mouth suddenly goes dry and everything I'm trying to forget resurfaces, souring my mood.

Morgan bumps into me and looks me up and down, "You look so, so sad. BOYS, GET ME A DRINK!" Someone passes her a can of opened beer and she passes it to me. I take it, however I don't look away from his intense stare.

"Zacky, stop being weird."

"Toro," I whisper, my eyes pricking with tears.

"Ugh, I need to get you laid," she mutters before shoving her fingers into her mouth to whistle loudly. The DJ shuts off the music and the entire party body stops and stares at the feisty red head with her dress the wrong way round and her bra on show. "EVERYONE! I NEED TO MAKE AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT ABOUT MY BESTIE ZACKY HERE! YOU SEE, HE IS GAY AND IN DIRE NEED OF A HOOKUP 'CAUSE HE'S HOOKED OVER A VERY, VERY BAD MAN! IF ANY GAY GUYS HERE ARE INTO MY SMEXY MAN, PLEASE TELL ME NOW SO YOU CAN HELP HIM LOSEN UP!"

The crowd remains quiet and my cheeks redden as Toro's lips quirk up and his eyebrows wiggle suggestively. That is, until the crowd erupts in cheers and a couple of handsome guys emerge around to table. Morgan pushes me and I legit fall forwards like a plank, falling into a bunch of boy's arms. Boys not men. I grimace and shake their hands off of me, even in my drunken state I know they're not right for me. I feel sickened as they whisper things in my ears and eventually, I push them all off and move to the outside of the crowd, my world spinning and a cold sweat forming above my brow. I place my hands assuringly on the wall and inhale before exhaling. Drowsiness slowly fills my senses, also the muffled urge to panic. However I know I can't pass out here, but I want to sleep. Everything appears fuzzy and my eyesight becomes disturbed with black dots.

A hand is placed on my shoulder. It tugs me against his chest and I weakly fight back, my energy being drained from my body by the second.

"Zachary," comes his voice. "Hey, Zachary."

"T-Toro, I missed you," I mumble. I want to sleep.

He doesn't respond for a couple of seconds, "I need to get you home."

"I feel funny."

"That's because you've been drinking," he whispers.

"No," I mutter. "Not tha..."

"Zachary?"

But I'm on his shoulder, about to fall into a haven of blackness. Or so I would if he hadn't of shaken me, "Hey, Zachary!"

I open my heavy lids and groan.

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" He curses in another language. "You had to get fucking drugged."

"I'm sleepy."

"Don't you dare go to sleep," Toro threatens, but I know he can't do anything. That's reassuring since I don't want to be left stranded in this party, drugged. "Zachary, stay with me."

The darkness looks so inviting and I feel myself slip into it's thick embrace. The pounding music becomes distant as I'm sucked into a quiet vacuum of solitude, the smell of pine trees and earth calming my anxiety.