Beautiful Apparation (Tony Perry FF)

five

I wonder if Tony will be at the party, maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up yet. He left without giving me a number, so I couldn't text him and ask either.

After ten minutes of searching, I finally found my favorite white halter top. It was a little showy but I wasn't in the mood to wear a dress. I hate having to pull them down all the time, or maybe I just need longer dresses.

Over the top laid my black high waist shorts. Since heels were never my forté, I put on a pair of chucks. I looked at my appearance in the mirror. Feeling satisfied, I exited the house where loud music was already blaring from next door. I didn't bother trying to be on time, I live next door after all. Plus, how awkward would that be if I was the first one there?

I let myself in since the door is wide open. There's a good amount of people here, mingling, dancing, drinking. I almost forgot what a party is like.

Of course all of these faces surrounding me are unknown to me. That was until I came across Mike Fuentes. Not to hard to point him out in a crowd.

I approached him and he smiled. "Oh it's you. Sorry, I never got your name."

"Audrey," I nearly yelled over the music.

"Thanks again for the piercing. Anyways, this is my friend Jaime." He gestured to the guy next to him.

"Hey." I shot him a smile and he returned it. His dimples were probably the cutest thing ever. Never have I ever witnessed ones like his.

"I'm going to go find my girlfriend," Mike stated. "See ya later maybe?"

I nodded my head as he left. Jaime and I stood there awkwardly for a moment. I was never a good conversation starter. When it comes to work, it's easy. But out in the real world is a whole different issue. He waved me over to get closer, and I did so.

"Want a drink?" He asked.

More than ever. "Sure."

With that, he went to the counter just in front of us and made the beverage. I watched his hands work. It's been awhile since I actually drank, but I wasn't nervous. A Bud Light with Tony is one thing, but Vodka? Not complaining though, I was anxious to get a buzz going.

He handed me the drink and we 'clinked' our red plastic cups before downing it. The burning sensation flowed through my throat. The only downside of drinking. I didn't even have a chaser.

I finished before Jaime, he laughed as soon as he was done. At first I thought he was cracking up at the girl across the room who almost fell, but his eyes remained on me.

"What?" I asked.

"You drink like a dude, I like it."

"Please tell me you aren't some sexist," I rolled my eyes.

"No," he promised. "Just a little surprised. Want another?"

"Please."

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*it's about to get a little smutty, but not really, idk*

Thank God I left my front door unlocked otherwise someone might have seen me and Jaime enter my house together.

As soon as the door is shut, his soft lips land on mine roughly. The taste of alcohol invaded his mouth, but I didn't mind. Mine was probably just as bad. His hands traveled to my behind, giving me the cue to jump, and wrap my legs around his waist.

Soon enough, we ended up in my room. Everything was so blurry but I could still feel everything. Who knew if I was going to remember it all tomorrow. Jaime placed me on the bed, hovered over me. His lips went to my neck causing me to moan. He really knew what he was doing.

His lips only left my neck for a moment as he took off his shirt. I did the same and he continued to place his kisses all over my body.

He unbuttoned my shorts and slid them off the bed swiftly. Before anything else could happen a flick scares us both. The TV had switched on.

"Are you on the remote?" He asked.

I got up and observed my surroundings. "No. Maybe it's a sign that I need a new TV."

He went to turn it off but I couldn't wait anymore. I grabbed his belt, pulling him back, and unbuckled it. After undoing the buttons he kicked off his jeans.

I stood up and kissed him hard. My hand rubbed his bulge and he moaned against my lips.

That's when Daryl began to bark, shit. I pulled away from the kiss to yell at the dog. "Shut up!"

"That's not nice," Jaime teased.

Suddenly, Daryl entered the room, showing his teeth. He scared Jaime, backing him up against the wall. Before Daryl could bite him I grasped his collar, pulling him away.

"Maybe this just wasn't meant to happen," Jaime chuckled nervously grabbing his clothes. Daryl eyed him carefully.

What the hell is up with this dog?

"Sorry about that," I sighed. "We're both pissed drunk anyways."

"True. Let's get to know each other more. Obviously not tonight," he let out another nervous laugh as Daryl growled.

"Bye," I waved with my free hand as he left the house.

Once I hear the front door slam, I let Daryl go. He immediately began to whimper.

"Thanks cock block," I sighed before throwing myself on the bed.

He curled next to me. Maybe it was a good thing that I didn't sleep with Jaime. I barely know the guy, plus I'm no good with one night stands.

I got up and dressed into my pajamas. Sleeping practically naked felt weird to me. Daryl was now sound asleep. The dog is so bi polar, I don't get it.

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