MILK

one

I looked over at the boy chugging down a large glass of milk, the worms in my stomach wobbling more than ever. Stupid dares and stupid drunk people. He stopped, mid-swallow, looking around at the cheering crowd. His eyes reached mine, a slight smirk turning up on his face. Of course, my face burned up immediately. Alert, abort mission, boy boy boy. You know? 

He finished chugging it down, wiping his mouth and throwing the glass in the air. Everyone cheered, rushing to him and patting his back. What was so great about the dare? Just the fact that he'll probably throw up anytime soon, I don't think they'll want to be near him. His body moved through the crowd, heading to me. His eyelids were heavy and a smirk was plastered on his face. 

"Alana. Do you know what...I like about you?" He stuttered, sliding down onto a chair and taking my arm.

"What Calum?" I laughed.

"No, no...guess!" He laughed, his head rolling around.

"Um, you like that I'm amazing and beautiful and totally rad?" I joked, pulling away from his grip.

"Yes. That is what I like about you. You're amazing and beautiful and sexy and funny and nice and totally rad and I think I love you." He smiled lazily, looking into my eyes.

"Wow, you really are drunk! How you feeling buddy? Does your head hurt? I think you've banged it somewhere..." 

"No Alana! I love you! I want to kiss you...I want to be yours!" He shouted, standing up and throwing his arms around me.

I stood there for a moment, laughing at the very drunk boy currently stuck to me. He nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, his warm breath tickling my neck.

"Can we go upstairs?" He asked into my neck.

"Sure. You need to lie down." I laughed, pulling away and leading him away to the stairs.

"You two getting a room?" A red haired boy laughed from the corner.

Calum nodded fast, his eyes searching for the voice. I shook my head, pushing the excited Calum up the stairs and into my bedroom. 

He looked around, smiling at the view in front of him. He touched all of my belongings as he walked around my bed, talking aimlessly to himself before falling onto the bed. He rubbed his eyes, yawning and smiling.

"You're so drunk." I laughed, pulling his shoes off and throwing them across the room.

"No I'm not." He laughed, tucking himself in.

"Whatever. Look, get some sleep, and don't come back downstairs. The party will be over any minute now anyway." 

"Wait, wait, Alana." He spoke from the bed.

"What Calum?" I asked, holding the door handle.

"Sit." He smirked, pointing at the spot next to him on the bed.

I huffed, trudging over to my bed and looking down at the very drunk Australian lying in my bed. He chewed on his lip, running his hands through his hair.

"I need to tell you a secret." He whispered, pulling me closer to his lips.

I pulled back a little, smiling down at him, "What now?"

"Alana...Alana...I love you." He giggled.

I laughed, pushing him away and rolling my eyes. He was delusional when he was drunk.

"Alana, I do. I love you." He said, his face now serious and his eyes puppy like.

"No you don't Calum. You're confused right now. Do you want me to get you some water or something?" I asked, rubbing my forehead.

He shook his head, pulling me back closer to him and putting the palms of his hands on my cheeks. His hands were cold against my hot skin but it was actually quite cooling, I had been in my stuffy and overcrowded house all night. 

He tilted his head, his lips touching my forehead and making their way down to my lips. Don't pull away Alana, this is what you've been dreaming of for years. Don't pull away.

I shook my head, pulling his hands off of my cheeks. What were we doing? He has a girlfriend and no matter how much I want this, I know he doesn't love me.

He stared at me for a moment, his eyes glistening. His hands moved to his stomach, rubbing it.

"Uh oh." He mumbled.

My eyes shut as a large amount of liquid hit my chest, dripping down onto my bed. Milk. The fucking milk.

If I told you I loved you, would you listen to me? Or would my words disappear, like a sailor drowing at sea.