Why am I here? Rory thought to himself as he looked around at all the drunk and disorderly conduct happening around him. Then he saw Amy from across the room and remembered why he'd come to this crazy house party in the first place.

No one cared to ask if he was underage and most people he saw drinking were kids from school and he knew for a fact that they weren't supposed to be drinking. He was apprehensive about picking up a drink himself since he wouldn't be 18 til next year. But he figured one beer wouldn't hurt too much. Rory basically held the same beer all night so no one would bother him about not drinking. He didn't much care for the pounding music and drinking games at these sorts of parties.

Unlike Rory, Amy was very much in her element. She was always the life of the party and got the dancing started. Amy was also the one who got the shot glasses out first. Rory would have left the party a lot sooner if it hadn't been for Amy being there. He figured every party needs a wallflower and managed to lie low until the party goers either hit the road or hit pavement. It was around 3 in the morning and Rory slowly walked over the sea of passed out inebriated teenages littered on Jeff's livingroom floor.

Rory walked down to the end of the hall to the spare bedroom and found Amy sitting alone on the couch. "Hey" Rory smiled and sat down beside her. She was on either her 6th or 8th drink. Amy couldn't remember.

"Hey" Amy smiled back and cuddled close to him on the couch. Rory slowly put his arm around her shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" Rory could clearly see how drunk she was.

"Oh, I'm great" Amy smiled. "How are you?"

"Umm. I'm alright." Rory shrugged.

"So you had fun?" Amy rested her head on Rory's chest.

"Well, these parties aren't exactly my thing really." Rory felt Amy's hand touch his thigh as he watched Amy's sleeve and bra strap slip down her shoulder. He looked away and took a deep breath noticing his sudden impulse to touch every inch of her bare skin. She crossed her legs and her short skirt hiked up a little more as she did so.

"Mmm.. I'm so drunk" Amy chuckled playfully and Rory could feel Amy's hand moving further up his thigh.

Rory looked at the clock on the wall. It was 3:30 in the morning and a feeling of impending doom swept over him as the worst thoughts imaginable went through his head. She's obviously flirting. Rory thought. And she's obviously drunk. Rory wrestled with his thoughts. He almost wished he could be that kind of guy. Someone who wouldn't be wracked with guilt about trying to have his way with her. Everybody's sleeping, it would be so easy. Rory thought.

Amy could feel Rory's breathing growing a bit labored. She knew how shy he was. Slowly she moved her hand up and down his leg as she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "We're all alone". She wanted him to so much. She wanted him to give in but he's too good. I shouldn't have gotten so drunk. He'll never go for this now. The more sober part of Amy found her voice through the much louder drunk voice yelling in her head that told her to be as shameless as possible.

"Rory?" Amy asked softly. "Have you had any drinks or anything?" She wanted him to say yes as a feeble attempt to make things seem better. As if it would be more fair if they were both drunk.

"No, I haven't" Rory was honest even though he wished he could have lied to make it seem less one sided. "I mean, had half a beer. I'm completely sober actually." Rory sighed. "I did have a guy offer me some cocaine earlier but I respectfully declined." Rory said it like a joke but that really had happened.

"Yeah, I was like, 'who invited the coke dealer?' Crazy!" Amy laughed. "You should have said yes."

"I don't really think crack addiction is my kind of thing." Rory joked back.

"You're such a square" Amy joked.

"Sorry I'm not hardcore enough for you." Rory smiled as he began to feel comfortable with Amy's head resting on his shoulder. He slowly ran his fingers up her back and touched her bare shoulder.

"No, I like the way you are, Rory" Amy smiled. "You're too sweet." Amy squeezed Rory's thigh with one hand and ruffled his unkempt dirty blonde hair in the other. Amy wanted him so much. She almost wished he wasn't so sweet so he could just pounce on her like she wanted him to. He was far too good at fighting temptation. Amy leaned back and rested her head on the armrest of the sofa while she stretched out her legs and rested them on Rory's lap.

Rory found his hands touching her legs. God, she's so soft. Rory tried not to listen to his thoughts as his fingertips lightly grazed her thighs. Amy propped herself up by her elbows but kept her legs on Rory's lap. Rory noticed her looking at his hands resting on her legs and he started to move his hands away.

"Wait." Amy took his hands in hers. "Why did you stop." She guided his hands back to her thighs.

"You've been drinking a lot, haven't you?" Rory asked with a soft but worried look in his eyes.

"Ok, so what?" Amy sat up more so she was sitting on Rory's nap as she continued to guide his hands up her thigh till he was touching the edge of her dangerously short skirt with his fingertips. "Come on, Rory." She chuckled flirtatiously. "I'm trying to have some fun with you."

Rory let out a nervous breath as he fought an erection while Amy sat on his lap just begging him to touch her. He didn't want to blow his chances with her. They had a good thing going so far. They'd been best friends since they were kids and he didn't want to lose her trust. What if he made a move when it was just the drinks talking? He could never live with the guilt of hurting her.