Run Away With Me

Champagne Supernovas

I woke up the next morning feeling more energized than ever before. I felt like I owned the world, I had my whole life in the palm of my hand and I finally knew what to do with it. Hangovers were becoming my bitch.

When we got back to the house last night, we celebrated. Hard. We invited everyone we knew over, making it night two of the never-ending party. Or was it three? Does the bonfire count? Either way, it seemed to double in size.

I had officially done a keg stand, gotten in our hot tub, and visited the upstairs smoke lounge. Not that I smoked, but they were nice people to be around. The way they were so relaxed and laid back, it was easy to get caught up in.

I made breakfast with Jack this morning. Well, he made breakfast. I obediently stirred eggs in a pan while he did everything else around me. We sat on the solo cup littered patio and ate together. I sipped from the drink he put in front of me and practically did a spit take.

"Is there alcohol in this?"

"Do you like it? It's called a screw driver. Orange juice and vodka."

"So, were drinking in the morning now too?" I ask, sipping from the cup. I was not opposed. At all. He just smiled and put his glass out to cheers.

We didn't talk about the virginity thing from yesterday. I wasn't going to push him on it either. If it's going to happen, it will. If it doesn't, it won't be the end of the world. I put myself out there, it's up to him now if we're going to act on it.

"What's on the agenda for today?" He asked, finishing off his drink and filling his glass again from the pitcher he set out on the table.

"I'm meeting that guy from the art class for coffee this afternoon, Alec. No real plans after that. I might text Mason and see what he is up to tonight."

"Look at you, player. Who would have thought?" He shakes his head, smiling, and refilling my cup as well.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes but it feels good to hear him say it. I was never wanted this much in high school, my whole life for that matter. I finally felt noticed. "What are you doing?"

"I don't know. Pick a number between one and five."

"Three."

"Ok, now a number between one and seven."

"Six."

"Ok, I'm going to call Stacy from the party last night and tomorrow we are going to a baseball game. Maybe we will hit the beach after."

"You have five girls in your phone to choose from?"

"Well, you're one of them, so."

"What if I had picked me?"

"Then I guess you would be canceling your coffee date." He winked and my stomach fluttered. I wish I had picked my number.