Time to get out

He's no Luke

We didnt really think of the boys anymore. They were out there in the world somewhere, and maybe like Matty had promised over three years ago, they will come home one day. But for the moment, they were no longer 'our' boys and we made ourselves ok with that.

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It was Steph's 21st birthday today and she convinced us to go to this car show that was on at the exhibition hall. I had literally never seen anyone drool over cars before but she maneged and after laying her eyes on an old 1970 dodge challenger i thought she might never leave. But we bribed her with presents and partying and soon we were driving home in my Black Jeep and heading up the familiar stephs to our apartment to get ready for our night.

Steph, with her recently died blue hair, looked like the perfect brithday girl in a white dress and strappy heels. Kat wore a red dress that was low cut and short. It hung loosely around her figure, accentuating her perfect curves and slimming her waiste. Tight and short and black, my dress worked well with dark lipstick and my blond hair. We strapped on our heels and with a last spray of purfume we went out with only two rules. Spend money and drink.

We went to an insanely expensive restaurant for dinner, only available for bookings. Luckily we had booked and were sat in a corner near the back. We ordered cocktails and tonnes of expensive french food and after stuffing ourselves to the point of popping our dresses, we put it all on the plastic and drove around the corner to the club that opened a few weeks ago. 

The line lasted about 20 minutes and soon we were thrown into the party. People pushed around us as we made our way to the bar, trying to settle in to the rythem of the place.

"Three!" I yelled at the bar tender, a pissed off looking girl in her 20's. She nodded and placed three drinks in front of us. I had no idea what the fuck they were but they went down quickly and after 2 more the three of us migrated into the dancing. 

We grinded on people and people grinded on us and for the next hour the smile didnt leave my face. It was about 11.30 when kat and i left the floor and leant against the bar, pouring more drinks down our throats.

Steph's POV -- (((Dave is played by Dave franco!)))

Dave was beautiful. We danced together for a while, giving me the perfect chance to practise my slut drops and grinding. His eyes never left my body so i must have been doing something right and soon his large hand led me to the side of the room and into the male bathroom. It was surprisingly empty. Dave's hands wrapped around me and placed me on the bench, my back pressed to the large mirror. His lips attatched to mine and his hands planted themselves on my thighs as he stood between my legs.

For some stupid reason i found myself thinking about how different lukes kiss was. I did it with every guy i had kissed since him. None of them compared. The cool lip ring agianst the heat radiating from his lips and tounge. And the way is lips moved perfectly agaisnt mine, it just would never be the same. Dave was rough and heavy and i found his hands to sweaty. I didnt stop though, putting more and more energy into Dave in an attempt to push luke out of my mind. It was working for now