𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙐 , dreamwastaken+wilbursoot ✔

Why would you ever kiss me?

I went to the party.

I didn't tell Wilbur, I didn't tell anyone. I just went. I didn't know why. Closure? Torture? It was all the same now.

Obviously I saw him, as soon I stepped inside Nick's house, I saw him. His caramel hair and green eyes to match. He was with his friends, all of them drinking from red plastic cups, and George - George was nowhere in sight.

A rush of panic swept over me as it finally hit me, the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume and vomit, and my vision blurred. What the hell was I doing ?

My breaths came too quickly as I stumbled back outside, gasping in the cold night air, and shakily sat on the edge of the porch. Jesus. Jesus.

For a long time, I could only sit there, motionless.

And then he came outside.

Clay shoved through the door, stumbling his face was bright red, his eyes glassy. Clearly drunk.

In my surprise, the only thing I could think to blurt out was his name, "Clay." Before quickly standing. "What the hell - where the hell are you going?"

"Going home," He said, his words slurring together. "Going-"

His knees buckled.

Shit.

I quickly lunged forward and grabbed him just before he hit the ground. "Clay - Clay, you can't. you can't go home like this. Where's George? Where's your scooter?" But even if I was the one driving, we couldn't take his vespa home. I couldn't ride, and he couldn't stay on the seat in his state. "Shit, shit, shit."

"Didn't... take my vespa," He managed. "Black rover. In the back."

"Christ." I slung his arm around my shoulders and began to drag him toward the car. "How much did you drink?"

He gave a delirious laugh. "Too much, too much... Y/n/n the stars look so pretty..."

Hell.

I dragged him to the back of the house and took his keys from his pocket, unlocking the rover before shoving him into the passenger seat. I buckled the seat belt to make sure he didn't sway over before walking to the other side of the car.

Clay blinked sluggishly as I slid into the driver's seat. "My house, it's..."

"I know where your house is."

"You do?" He said, and gave another drunken laugh. "You do, of course you do. I'm dumb, Y/n/n, I'm..." He stopped and looked at me with those piercing green eyes. "Y/n?..."

I paused, the engine already running, my hands on the steering wheel. "We need to get you home, Clay-"

He kissed me.

He literally forced his lips onto mine.

He just leant forward and then he was kissing me, his mouth on mine, his hands in my hair, and it was exactly like I remembered, that breathless and beautiful rush, and for a moment too long, I was lost; I could only kiss him back, his caramel hair soft and fine between my fingers, and he tasted like he always had, spice and cinnamon; but there was something else too, something that finally jerked me back into reality.

Alcohol - he tasted like alcohol.

I quickly pulled back, my breaths coming in short pants. Shit. shit, shit, shit.

For a while, I couldn't move. I could only sit there and stare at my shaking hands, my head spinning.

"Y/n..." Clay whispered, and I couldn't help but look back at him. His glassy green eyes had briefly cleared, and they were wide, with panic or amazement or shock, I couldn't tell. "Y/n I-"

"We need to get you home," Was all I said, fighting to keep my voice steady, my heartbeat steady, as I eased onto the gas pedal, all too ready to leave. Leave this party, leave this car, leave whatever had just happened between me and Clay behind.

"Y/n/n." Clay said again, but I ignored him; I couldn't look at him now.

Clay was pretty docile as we drove to his house, and luckily his parent's car wasn't in the drive way, so they weren't home. Luckily I wouldn't have to explain why their son was piss drunk.

I scrambled out the car and lugged him up the front steps to his house; I managed to fish out his house keys from one of the many pockets on his jacket and unlocked the door.

We made our way clumsily upstairs and into Clay's room. Unthinkingly he collapsed onto the bed with an exhausted sigh and began to doze off.

"Clay hold on, at least take off your shoes and jacket first." I said sitting beside him and unzipping his coat. He groaned reluctantly and forced himself into a sitting position,

"If you wanted to see me naked all you have to do is ask." He spoke unexpectedly clear and coherent, and raspier than usual.

"Trust me I don't." Clay flashed me one of those signature half smiles I loved and shifted closer to me.

"You smell good," He paused to draw in my aroma, "Really good."

I was trying not to get sidetracked at our close proximity, but I couldn't help it. "You're drunk." I said dismissing his statement as I reached down and undid his boots. He smiled and inclined in again, snuffling the crook of my neck.

"And you're so warm," He rested his forehead on my shoulder and I felt his arms drape around my lower body. He respired deeply, his shoulders unfolding as he relaxed his entire body against me.

I'll admit I liked having his weight against me. "You feel nice." He said, causing me to shudder at the rumble of his voice against me. I bit down on my bottom lip gently, and removed his arms from around me.

"Clay, lay down, you need some sleep." I insisted. His smiled faded, his expression grew deep. His eyes stared intently back at me, examining me; surveying me. His eyes travelled down to my lips; slowly he reached forward and pushed away loose strands of my hair.

"Y'know, I've always thought you were good, but man you've got some bad ass lips." He said, gazing at them with absorption.

I cringe pushing him away roughly and take my leave. I needed air. I couldn't breathe properly.