//Doomed//

1

"How'd it go?" Carl stands in front of the door waiting for me to walk in as he chews on his thumb. Looking more nervous than i felt earlier.

I nod, informing him at all went well "I got it!" i beam. Not able to hide my excitemement from him, i bounce forward, jumping into him.

He pulls me straight in for a bear hug "I'm so proud of you" i feel his smile against my cheek. "We should celebrate"

I wasn't surprised at my roommate's comment. Carl found an excuse out of anything for a drink. No matter how big or small it was. It was something i did love about him though. It added to his charm.

"I don't think going out drinking before my first day at my new job is such a good idea" I shoot both his idea and excitemement down.

"Lea-anne, come on!" he complains, child-like. Taking a seat on our new living room floor, where the moving boxes - still full of our stuff - are crammed. Still yet to be moved and unpacked. He looks up at me, giving me that smile. That damn smile that always works. That smile that makes him look the most gorgeous, sweetest guy around. Yet holds a glimps of mystery. That would sound totally perverted and maybe sound as though i have a massive school girl crush on my best friend - if people were'nt to know how close we were as friends. He's like a brother to me. The sibling i never had. He's the most important person in my life.

"I'm not talking about an all nighter" he goes on insisting "Just a few glasses of wine" he keeps on pushing. Knowing I'm gonna cave and agree. Just because it's him an i seem to do everything he asks of me. A small smile began to creep across my face, informing him he'd won. "Is that a yes?" he raises an eye brow at me. Already knowing I'd given in to his charm.

"You have that photo shoot tomorrow" i reminded him with a warning finger. Because what Carl says and does, is two completely different things. Like he says only a few glasses of wine. But what he really means is 'a few bottles of wine for a few hours'.

"Easy" he shrugs, pulling a face like he's Beyonce or something "I could be woken from the dad and still look this beautiful" he swips his around around in front of his face with a pout. Instantly making me laugh.

I roll my eyes at his feminine attitude "Just let me get changed first" i jump up from the arm of the sofa.

"No chance" he scoffs. Jumping to his feet quickly to stop me heading off to my bedroom "Nah girl, you look hot like that" he smirks.

I roll my eyes at him again. Is he serious? In this? In what i had my interview in? I look like I've just come from a funeral. Which i quickly think to myself. Not wanting to hurt Carl's feelings. As he did pick the outfit for me. Model, maybe so. Fashion stylist.. not so much.

I pull a face over at him, trying to tell him from my expression - i really don't wanna go out in this because I really do not want to be seen in a club in this. An i don't want to hurt your feelings, so please just realise what I'm doing an let me change.

I think he gets it. As he sighs, placing his hands on his hips "hurry then" he shoo's me away with attitude. Making me giggle as i run off for my room.

"Wa-laa!" i exit from my bedroom. Giving him a twirl.

"Yeah, baby" he heads my way with two wine glasses, full to the top. Quickly passing one over to me, we clink glasses before i weclome a big mouthful. Needing it as a stress reliever from the day I've had.

"Thirsty?" he teases, nodding down to my now half empty glass.

"Yeah" i laugh before i get the hiccups.

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"It's so loud!" i lean into carl, shouting into his ear as we finally get inside. Ten minutes of stood out in the cold just so he could chat up the bouncer at the door. I wouldn't of minded if he was something to look at. But no. Old. Big. Scary looking. I know that bloke is far from Carl's type. I know he was just having a bit of banter with the man. But still...  You look at Carl, an he looks like he should be modelling magazines. You look at that bloke, an see an old man. Who throws his slippers on and pipe in his mouth, opening a newspaper as soon as he gets in from a long hard days work. Carl is a massive tease. His problem is, he knows what he has and how he looks. He knows how people see him. A sex simbol. And he always uses that to his advantage. To get anything and everything he wants. You have to admire his confidence though. I wish i had half the confidence he has.

"You go sit. I'll get them in" Carl shouts across to me, pulling his wallet out of his jean pocket. I nod, eager to sit down as my feet are already beginning to ache from these damn heels - that i didn't want to wear but Carl insisted - and from being stood on them most of the day "What you want?" he aks, shouting over a few people as I've already headed over to the seats "cocktail?" he raises his brow, in a way to say 'fuck what i said earlier. We're out now. Let's get pissed"

"Sure" i mouth back. Not really arsed to argue with him over a few drinks. I may aswell while I'm here now. I'll think and suffer over tomorrow when it gets here. They should go easy on me as it's my first day.

"Which?" he mouths back, now stood at the bar. Oh for god sakes. Any.

"Screaming orgasm" i mouth back with a little giggle to myself.

"What?" he mouths back. Seriously?

"Screaming orgasm" i shout. Not realising just how loud. Eyes quickly dart over at me. Some amused. Some not so happy. I throw a few of them apologetic looks, feeling mortified.

"That can be arranged" a male voice speaks slowly, right next to my ear. A little too close for my liking. Sending a cold shiver down my spine. A nervous giggle falls from my mouth, still keeping my head down. Not able to look up at the forward speaking stranger. That suddenly made me feel awkward and embarrassed, yet vaguely aroused from his words and hot breath so close to me.  I hold my breath for a few seconds before bringing my head back up. Seeing a guy walking away, his long over grown, brown curly hair, bouncing as he walks. I quickly realise all eyes have left me and are now on him. 90% of them being female. Me being 1% of that. Shit. What just happened.

"One screaming orgasm" Carl's back at my side. Placing my cocktail down on the glass table in front of me. Just those words alone, setting me off again. Setting my thoughts off wondering to the stranger who seems to of given me such an affect from four simple words.