A/N: Hey, guys! I know it's been a while, but I'm completely stuck on the epilogue of The Hider. Not sure whether to put a love scene in it or not :/ Any opinions? Anyway, this was a random one shot that came to mind after a dream. This is legit my life right now. If you imagine me as Jade and you'll see why my life sucks.

p.s. The "you" is Jade and the "she" is Cat.

Get You Sober

The first time it happens, you're both drunk. She's told to make out with you at a party. You're both too drunk to have any problems with this. She pulls you up onto the bunk bed in the room, so you have at least a little privacy. It was a very comfortable thing, the kissing, but that may have been because of the intoxication. You notice you like being on top, looking down at her when kissing you. In between kisses you talk, mostly about random things until she spills out all her inner thoughts about you, to you. She tells you she likes you and that she's liked you since the first time she saw you. She tells you this, and for some reason, you tell her the same thing back. This confuses you the next day because it was the first time you've really been drunk and you didn't know if you were a lying drunk or a truthful drunk. You don't know whether she's a lying or a truthful drunk. Either way, this stays in your head for days even after everything goes back to normal. She doesn't treat you any differently except to point out the hickies you don't remember giving her.

Then you start to think about what you said more than what she said. You decide that you are a truthful drunk, that deep down inside somewhere, you do like her and that you certainly enjoyed your hour long make out session with her. Once you had decided that, your thoughts move back to her. You're afraid it had been a dream because no one that beautiful could want you. No one. And she's certainly the most beautiful person you've ever seen. A few weeks go by and there's another party you're both invited to. There's drinking and a circle of people brave enough to play truth or dare. You strategically place yourself next to her in the circle with your White Russian in hand. Once she starts getting drunk, she keeps touching you, keeps leaning into you and resting her head on your shoulders. She keeps daring you to drink more, to take shots. Who are you to deny her?

Then you're in a secluded spot within the party and you don't remember how you got there. This is the second time it happens. She's lying on the couch with you sitting at her feet. She somehow pulls you down onto her and you just lay there with your head on her chest, trying not to hyperventilate. At this point in the party, you're drunk enough to turn your head and kiss the spot on her chest, just above her cleavage. You apologize immediately, since you never do anything without permission. She tells you it was okay in such a way that conveys she wanted more, so you lift your head and kiss her collarbone. She openly sucks in a breath as you kiss up her neck. You, as always, ask for permission and she says it's okay; this time a little desperate "mhmm" escapes her lips. You finally make out for a little while until she asks a big question. "Why does this always happen when we're drunk?" At that moment, you wonder just how drunk she really is. You admit that you've been too scared to do anything, that you're a coward, to which she replies "I can see that."

After a little while of making out, she seems thoroughly upset all of a sudden, and you can't figure out where it came from. You may have been a little cocky, but you don't remember. She keeps saying, "Did you plan this?" over and over. You try telling her that you honestly had not planned it, but she doesn't listen and gets up and walks away, back into the party.

It's been a month since then and you've been a little on the depressed side because she's been almost to the point of ignoring you. You guys have hardly been alone at all since that night, and you find this frustrating. She's lent you a book, but that's pretty much the extent of your friendship. You want to become friends with her again. This goes on until you end up spending almost three full hours alone with her. You just talk, about anything and everything, no one in your group there to stop you. You go to get food with her, only interrupted by a couple of people coming up to talk, but you don't mind additives in the conversation. Suddenly you're friends again. You aren't afraid to talk to her anymore.

The next day, the third time it happens, you find yourself going to the library with her and a mutual friend. You're all huddled around one computer screen in back of the upper floor of the library. It's pretty dark except for light from the screen. Eventually, your friend leaves the two of you there alone. She's sitting directly to your left and you're directly in front of the computer messing around on some social networking site. You have some small talk, both of you leaning back in your chairs. She turns towards you and slings her legs over yours. You find this odd, but you don't mind, so you go back to the computer screen.

Suddenly, you feel her lean forward and hesitate by your neck for half a second before she bites down. Hard. You're a little bit in shock because you don't know where this came from, so you don't move for about thirty seconds. She finally pulls back and says, "You could do something, you know." At this you spring into action and begin feverishly kissing her. You pull her onto your lap and it gets heated quickly. Out of nowhere you get this tingly feeling in the front of your shorts and that's when you realize many things at once. She's there, between your legs, with her hand, while sober. It was almost too much to handle, so you just focus on kissing her and not on the fire she's evoking in your abdomen. You begin kissing her all over, from her jaw to her neck to her collarbone. As far down as her shirt would allow. Your hands fine purchase on her lower back where her shirt rides up. Once she begins kissing down your neck, your nails leave long scratches down her back…

Then you wake up. You realize nothing in the library happened in reality. It was only a dream that lasted barely ten minutes. The one thing this dream is good for, though, is it's given you the courage to find a way to make it happen, make the third time the charm, make it happen when you're both sober. You're determined. You will find a way.

A/N: Ha! What's funny is I hate doing that. Making the climax of the story a dream that the character wakes up from, but it happened to me. Almost exactly like that. Seriously, life hates me. It wouldn't even let me finish me freakin' dream! Anyways, this will most likely turn into a multi-chap because, like Jade, I fully intend on getting this girl and getting her sober. The following chapters will more likely than not, be the result of my escapade. Stay tuned! And review! For a poor, depressed, sexually frustrated college student, reviews make the world go round!