Intoxicated...Chapter One

I had a hard time trying to stand up, but I did my very best to hide the fact that I was completely and utterly intoxicated. I tried my hardest to not let it show, but my efforts weren't paying off very well, as I bumped into a stranger on my way out the door, falling flat on my face on the ground.

"Hey, why don't you watch where you' re going!", I angrily screamed out to the stranger I just smashed into.

"You do know I was standing and you were the one doing the bumping right?", he chuckled as he reached out his hand and helped me up.

"Oh...", I replied sitting there like an idiot on the ground. Feeling ashamed for practically screaming at him when It was my fault in the first place, I reached for his hand and apologized, "I'm sorry for being such an asshole."

"It's okay, no worries", he said flashing a blinding smile at me, "But maybe next time, you should be careful who you bump into, because not everyone is as understanding as I am."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Let's just hope there isn't a next time", I mumbled out, still not able to completely focus on the strangers face, but I can definitely see he's gorgeous and he smells so good!

"You okay? You look like you're running away from something just now", he kindly asked.

I'm really not sure what to answer him, because honestly, I'm running away, but as to what? That's what I'm actually trying to figure out, "Actually, I'm running away again from what I'm actually trying to face", I paused, thinking if it's a good idea to share this with a complete stranger.

"And what would that be?"

But then I decided to just go for it. It's not like I'm gonna remember any of this in the morning anyways, "I don't know, me I guess."

It took him a moment to respond, but can you blame him? I'm not giving him much to go on. Why should that even matter anyways. I'm just a mess up man with a shit load of problems that even I can't understand.

"Do you wanna talk about it? We could get a drink and you could tell me what bothering you", the stranger kindly asked. But I for one wasn't about to spill my heart out to a person I've known for only about what now? Five minutes? Now he wants to buy me a drink? I'm already drunk enough as it is, so I'm not sure another drink would be the solution here. Well, let me think...

"I'm sure you have better things to do, then listen to my problems."

"I'm sure I don't", he says without hesitation.

"You wanna buy me a drink and talk about my problems?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Careful what you wish", I mumbled as I took a deep breath.

"What was that?", he asked.

"Nothing..."

As much as I would like to dump my problems on him, I can't bring myself to actually do it. No on deserve to listen to me complaining about the lousy choices I've made about my so-called life, if you can even call what I have a life, "I should go", I turn towards the door to leave. My hands are shaking as I reach for the door knob, unsure if I should just turn around and talk to him. For some reason, I feel drawn to him. It might be the fact that he's the first person to actually be nice to be in a very long time, or maybe the fact that he's so utterly intoxicating. He smells like heaven. Not that I know what heaven smells like, but anyways, that's just one of the things that makes me wanna turn back around and go to him, but I don't.

"Hey wait! You never told me your name", he points out just as I was about to take my first step out the door, but what does my name have to do with anything? It's not like he's gonna care anyways. No one cares.

"Does it even matter? It's not like you're gonna remember me after tonight anyways."

"Please", he begged, "I would never forget those eyes."

My eyes? What's so special about my eyes now? Whatever! "Will, my name is Will."

"That's a beautiful name. It's nice to meet you Will."

Okay so first, I bump into him, then treat him like an asshole, then he's happy to meet me? This guy clearly doesn't have any idea what he walking into.

"Yeah, well I have to go."

"You're not driving are you?", he asked genuinely concern. Is this guy for real?

"Walking!"

"Can I walk you home?"

"Okay..."

To be continued...OXO