Someone somewhere. [Asking alexandria fan fiction]

part three: Danny's house.

At Danny's', all the guys were there with their girlfriends, and since Ben prolly called Jo Jo, soon i'd be like the 11th wheel. so that was fucking great. but once we got there, i just decided to focus my energy on ignoring Ben and getting wasted. 

"Hey everyone." i greeted as i walked in the door. i grabbed a nearly full bottle of jack Daniels and went to find a quiet corner where i could drink alone and probably cry. yeah, that sounded real nice. alcohol and tears. god, i am such a sad human being.

it seemed like James' room was empty, so i sit on his bed, in the dark, downing the bottle and letting the tears fall freely. 

why am i even here? this was such a bad idea. i could have just stayed home,slept off my minor hang over and watched the notebook or something. but no, i just had to rub salt in my wound by coming and watching everyone else be happy. i took another large gulp of drink, laying back down on the bed and curling up in James' sheets that smelled a little like cum, not gonna lie. i laughed a little to myself.

i hope i don't get aids.

"oh god.." i start laughing for no apparent reason. i laugh so hard that fresh tears prick my eyes. "im dead on the inside." i say sadly. taking a swig of jack Daniels.

all of the sudden, something beside me moved. "shit!" i nearly jumped out of my skin as the lamp flipped on and revealed James lying naked, his lower half covered loosely by blankets. 

"fucking hell, James." i said breathlessly. "you scared me." 

"good." he said, stretching his arms over his head in a cat-like manner. god, he was sexy.  he rubbed his eyes groggily and yawned. 

"where's Brandi at?" i ask him, sipping the now half empty bottle. he frowned at me, "Brandi and i have been broken up for weeks now." 

"oh." well now i felt like a total asshole.

"you'd know that if you weren't always moping about after Ben." 

my head snapped up. was it that obvious? apparently. "sorry," i mumbled.

"whatever. its okay." he lay back with his arms folded behind his head. after a few minutes it was clear that neither of us were leaving. "so why are you naked?" i asked jokingly. 

he smiled, "just wanking it, like usual." i laughed, because i was sure that he was serious. "no wonder it smells like cum in here." i said, taking a deep gulp of the drink still clutched in my hand. "give that here." James said, reaching out for the bottle. i gave it to him, and he took a drink and handed it back. hurray for drinking buddies!

 "so," james said, after we were both thourougly fucked up, "when's the last time you had a boyfriend?"

"oh god, must've been like, a year ago." i laugh, because i truly am i poor excuse for a human.

"fuck, when's the last time you got laid?" 

"a year ago.." i trail off, embarrassed. "fucking hell, you need the dick." he laughs. i laugh with him, drinking the last bit in the bottle. I toss it down on the carpeted floor carelessly. Jesus, I'm so horny right now. James is right. i need to get laid.

"hey, i've got an idea." he says suddenly. "we should fuck. no strings attatched." im a bit taken aback, but once i start to think about it.. it sounds like a really good idea. i mean, james is hot as fuck, and we are both single. and it would only just be one times...

without another word, i crawl over to where he's sitting on the bed and kiss him. he tastes like jack Daniels and spice, a delicious combination, if i do say so myself. i open my moth, giving his tongue full reign. his arms snake around my waist and pull me close, i love the way that he feels pressed up against me. i wrap my arms around his neck, fisting my hands in his hair. Any and all thoughts of Ben are erased from my mind just as soon as James shifts his attention to my neck.