Harry holds my thin upper arm tight as we trudge around the pool and into the house.
"My friend...Erika...I need to see her," I slur and spit. Why is talking so hard? Is it the alcohol or the fact that Harry's hand is so close to my breast? Stop thinking like that.
"Do you know where she is" Harry speaks right into my ear and I get a familiar electric tingle.
"N-no...maybe with her ex...he is in biology..." I stutter as I trip on a red cup left on the floor.
"Easy easy! Well that's not exactly helpful," Harry chuckles.
Before I could smile back at him Erika's melodic voice filled my ears.
"Char! Char! What happened? I looked away for one second and you were gone!" Erika rants, her brown orbs wide in panic. Her ruby red lipstick is smeared all over her chin and upper lip making her look like a clown.
"I...fell. But you...you look like a mess," I giggles uncontrollably.
"I am thinking I will walk her home now," Harry interrupts my giggles.
"How can I trust you," Erika retorts back with her hand on her hip and her supple lips pursed.
"Well you could always walk her home now and leave the party. But something about the way your lipstick is smeared tells me you aren't leaving anytime soon," Harry claps back, with a tone as bitter as morning coleslaw. Instantly I am laughing again, I can't help it.
Erika's mouth drops open in shock. I can't tell if she is more hurt my Harry or me laughing.
"Fine! Take her back to her house! I hope you run into her dad on the way out," Erika screams and storms off.
I do feel bad for laughing, but I couldn't help it. Harry is just so funny, and I am so drunk.
"Well come on then. Do you think you remember the way to your house?" Harry whispers politely in my ear. I can barely hear is soft and smooth voice over the music. I nod, looking right into his eyes.
We stagger through the house to the front door, through the thick crowd of smelly people. Even though I am drunk I catch people looking and whispering. The Pastors daughter with the local bad boy, that's going to cause some talk.
As we open the front door the cold air hits my body like a freight train and I begin to shiver.
"You know, your friend is going to be pissed at you tomorrow," Harry smiles as he puts his arm around my waist. Again I feel that jolt of electricity all over my body, then settling between my pale, deer-like legs.
"She wasn't being very nice...she ditched me for her ex. She says she over him but she isn't," I mutter angrily. Why am I telling Harry these things?
"Maybe the sex was just that good," Harry chuckles, his lovely green orbs. shimmering in the moonlight. I gasp without even thinking.
"What? Did they not have sex?" Harry asks softly, as he tightens his grip around my waist.
"If they did she would dare not tell me. Sex before marriage...that's...that's..." I trail off, shaking my head causing my brown hair to fall over my face.
"Oh you are the pastors daughter aren't you. Well that explains a lot," Harry laughs, tossing his head back as he does. His hair stays perfect as he does this. I scowl up at his perfect face.
"Well what it doesn't explain is this," Harry moves the hand from my waist to the cut bottom of my skirt, gently running his finger along it.
This time the electricity is overwhelming throughout my small body and I fall before I can do anything else. The cement is cold and rough as I hit it. The second my chest hits the ground I feel my tiny skirt fly up, exposing my full-coverage undies with 'I love Jesus' on the back to Harry. The impact of my whole body hitting sidewalk instantly causes me to pass gas.
Could this get any worse?
Harry is laughing hysterically, not even helping me up.
"Help me up please," I whimper. I do not know what else to say.
Between laughs Harry tries to help me up but he is laughing too hard and falls to the sidewalk too. I look up as he turns his beautiful face, looking at each feature one at a time. He looks like Jesus I thought to myself.
"You know I can never let you live this down" Harry whispered softly right into my ear.
"I will just say you pushed me," I laughs back. Harry howls in response and suddenly we are both laughing and grabbing each other for stability.
What is going on? I am sitting on a sidewalk, half naked and fully drunk, with Harry and he just saw my underwear. In what world did I get myself here? I hope God isn't watching.
"Come on my farting Jesus lover. Let's get you home," Harry smiles and helps me up by placing his strong hands around my waist.
As we return to our slow walk back to my house, giggling the whole way, I can't help but think that I wish it would never end.
